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¡¡¡¡The statue of the happy prince stands high above the city - a tall stone pillar. He was covered with thin gold leaves, his eyes were made of bright sapphire, and a huge red gem was embedded in the hilt.

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¡¡¡¡He is the envy of the world. "Hes as beautiful as a weathervane," said a city senator who wanted to show his artistic taste, and then worried that people would regard him as impractical. In fact, he was very pragmatic, so he added, "its just not as practical as a weathervane."

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¡¡¡¡"Why cant you be like the happy prince?" A wise mother said to her little boy crying for the moon, "the happy prince never thought of crying for anything in his dreams."

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¡¡¡¡"Im glad there are so many happy people in the world," murmured a frustrated man, gazing at the extraordinary statue.

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¡¡¡¡"He looks like an angel," the orphanage children said. They were coming out of the church with bright red cloaks and clean white Bibs on their chests.

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¡¡¡¡"How do you know?" The math teacher asked, "you havent seen angels."

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¡¡¡¡"Ah! But weve seen it. Weve seen it in our dreams. " The children replied. The math teacher frowned and strained his face because he didnt approve of childrens dreams.

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¡¡¡¡One night, a swallow flew over the city. His friends had been flying to Egypt six weeks ago, but he stayed behind because he missed Miss reed so much. He met her in the early spring, when he was down the river chasing a big yellow moth. Fascinated by her slender waist, he stopped to talk to her.

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¡¡¡¡"Can I love you?" Asked the swallow, who liked to get to the point at once. The reed bent over to him, so he flew round and round her, stroking the water with his wings, rippling with silver. This is the way the swallow courted, and so he went on all summer.

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¡¡¡¡"This kind of love is ridiculous," the other swallows chuckled. "She has no money and so many relatives." Indeed, the river is full of reeds.

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¡¡¡¡After everyone left, he felt very lonely and began to hate his lover. "She cant talk," he said. "Besides, Im afraid shes a slut. You see, shes always flirting." Its true that once the wind blows, the reed will perform the most elegant curtsey. "I admit shes a homebody," continued the swallow, "but I love traveling, and my wife, of course, should love traveling."

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¡¡¡¡"Before, when I had a heart and lived," said the statue, "I didnt know what tears were, because at that time I lived in a palace where sorrow could not enter. During the day people accompany me to play in the garden, and at night I lead the dance in the hall. There is a high wall along the garden, but I never thought there was anything on the other side of the wall. Everything around me is so beautiful. My servants call me happy prince. Indeed, if happiness is happiness, then I am very happy. I live and die like this. And now that Im dead, theyve put me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and poverty in my city. Even though my heart is made of lead, I cant help crying. "

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¡¡¡¡"My friends are waiting for me in Egypt," said the swallow. "They are flying up and down the Nile, talking to the big lotus flowers, and will soon spend the night in the grave of the great Pharaoh. The Pharaoh himself was sleeping in his colorful coffin. His body was wrapped in yellow linen and filled with antiseptic spices. He had a light green emerald necklace around his neck, and his hands were like withered leaves

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¡¡¡¡But the happy princes sad face made the swallow feel bad. "Its too cold here," he said, "but Id like to spend the night with you and be your messenger."

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¡¡¡¡"Im going to Egypt tonight," said the swallow. He was full of energy when he thought of the distance. He visited all the public monuments in the city and sat on the top of the church for a while. Every place, the sparrows chirped to each other, "what a rare guest!" So he had a good time.

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¡¡¡¡"My friends are waiting for me in Egypt," replied the swallow. "Tomorrow my friends will fly to the second waterfall, where the hippos spend the night in the papyrus. The ancient Egyptian god mennong sat on a huge granite throne. He watched the stars all night. Whenever the stars twinkled, he would make a joyful cry, and then he would be silent. At noon, the Yellow lions come down to the river to drink. Their eyes are like green gems. Their roar is louder than the roar of the waterfall. " "Swallow, swallow, little swallow," said the prince, "far away in the city, I saw a young man living in the attic. He was working hard on a paper covered desk with a bunch of dried violets in the glass next to it. He had curly brown hair, red lips like pomegranates, and big sleepy eyes. He is trying to write a play for the theater manager, but he is too cold to write any more. There was no firewood in the fireplace, and hunger made him dizzy

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¡¡¡¡"Id like to spend another night with you," said the swallow, who had a kind heart. "Shall I give him another ruby?"

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¡¡¡¡"Alas! I dont have any rubies now. " The prince said, "all thats left is my eyes. They are made of rare sapphire, which was produced from India many years ago. Take out one and send it to him. Hell sell it to the jeweler so that he can buy back food and firewood and finish his play. "

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¡¡¡¡"Dear prince," said the swallow, "I cant do that," and he began to cry.

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¡¡¡¡So the swallow took off one of the princes eyes and flew to the attic where the students lived. Because there is a hole in the roof, swallows can easily get in. So the swallow went through the hole and came into the house. The young man put his face in his hands and did not hear the flutter of the swallows wings. When he looked up, he saw the beautiful sapphire on the dry violet.

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¡¡¡¡"Im beginning to be appreciated," he cried. "It must have come from someone who admired me so much. Now I can finish my script. " There was a happy smile on his face.

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¡¡¡¡The next day the swallow flew to the harbor below. He sat on the mast of a big ship and watched the sailors pull the big box out of the cabin with ropes. Follow them hey yo! Hey, yo The sound of the voice, a large box to drag up. "Im going to Egypt!" The swallow said slightly, but no one paid any attention to him. When the moon rose, he flew back to the happy prince.

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¡¡¡¡"Swallow, swallow, little swallow," said the prince, "wont you spend another night with me?"

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¡¡¡¡"Winter is coming," replied the swallow. "Cold snow is coming. In Egypt, the sun is warm on the verdant palm trees, and crocodiles in the mud look around lazily. My friends are building nests in the temple in the ancient city of balbeck. The pink and silver pigeons are watching them work and talking to each other. Dear prince, I have to leave you, but I will never forget you. Next spring, I will bring you two beautiful gems to make up for the one you lost because you gave it to others. Ruby will be redder than a red rose, and sapphire will be bluer than the sea. "

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¡¡¡¡So he took off the princes other eye, and took it down. He suddenly fell in front of the little girl and quietly put the gem on the palm of her hand. What a beautiful piece of glass Cried the little girl, and she ran home with a smile.

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¡¡¡¡The next day he sat on the princes shoulder all day and told him what he had seen, heard and experienced in a foreign country. He also told the prince about the red herons, who stood in long rows on the banks of the Nile River, catching goldfish with their sharp beaks; about Sphinx, who was as old as the world, lived in the desert, and knew everything about the world; about the businessmen in New York, who were walking slowly with their camels, touching the rosary made by wolf in their hands; about the moon mountain The king, whose skin is as black as ebony, worships a huge crystal. He talks about the big green snake sleeping on the palm tree and asking 20 monks to feed it with cakes made of honey. He also talks about the dwarfs, who travel across the lake on the big flat leaves and often fight with butterflies. "

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¡¡¡¡"Dear swallow," said the prince, "you have told me a lot of strange things, but even more strange are the sufferings of the men and women. Nothing is more incredible than suffering. Little swallow, just fly over my city and tell me what you see on it. "

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¡¡¡¡So the swallow flew over the city and saw the rich people enjoying themselves in their beautiful western style houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gate starving. He flew into the dark alley and saw the hungry children with pale faces looking listlessly at the dark street. In the hole of a bridge, the two children hugged each other to make each other warm. "We are so hungry!" They said. "You mustnt lie here," the guard exclaimed, as the two children hobbled back into the rain.

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¡¡¡¡Then he flew back and told the prince what he had seen.

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¡¡¡¡"Im covered with good pieces of gold," said the prince. "You take them off one by one and send them to my poor people. The living believe that gold will make them happy

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¡¡¡¡The swallow pecked the golden leaves one by one until the happy prince became dark. He gave these pure gold leaves to the poor one by one, and the childrens faces were flushed. They were playing games happily in the street. "We have bread now!" The children cried.

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¡¡¡¡Then it began to snow, and after the snow came the severe cold. The street looks white, like silver, bright and dazzling; the long icicles hang under the eaves like swords made of crystal. Everyone put on leather clothes, and the children put on red hats to go skating outdoors.

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¡¡¡¡The poor swallow felt colder and colder, but he didnt want to leave the prince. He loved him so much. When the baker didnt pay attention, he got some bread crumbs from the door of the bakery to satisfy his hunger, and flapped his wings to warm himself.

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¡¡¡¡In the end, however, he knew that he was going to die. He had only enough strength left to fly on the princes shoulder once more. "Goodbye, dear prince!" He murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand again?"

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¡¡¡¡"Im glad youre finally flying to Egypt, swallow," said the prince. "Youve been here too long. But you have to kiss my lips, because I love you

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¡¡¡¡"Im not going to Egypt," said the swallow. "Im going to the house of death. Death is a sleeping brother, isnt it

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¡¡¡¡Then he kisses the happy prince on the lips, falls at his feet and dies.

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¡¡¡¡At this moment, there was a strange crack inside the statue, as if something was broken. In fact, the princes lead heart has been split in two. Its really a terrible cold winter day,

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¡¡¡¡The next morning, the mayor was accompanied by the city senators for a walk to the square below. As they passed the column, the mayor looked up at the statue and said, "my God! Why is the happy prince so ugly He said.

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¡¡¡¡"Its so ugly!" Exclaimed the city senators, who usually speak the same way as the mayor. After that, everyone stepped forward to have a close look.

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¡¡¡¡"The ruby on the hilt of his sword is gone, the sapphire eye is gone, and he is no longer gold," said the mayor. "In fact, he is not much better than a beggar begging for food!"

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¡¡¡¡"Its not much better than a beggar," echoed the city senators.

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¡¡¡¡"And there is a dead bird lying at his feet!" The mayor went on, "we really should make a statement forbidding birds to die in this place." So the city clerk wrote down the suggestion.

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¡¡¡¡Then they knocked down the statue of the happy prince. "Since hes no longer beautiful, hes no longer useful," said the Universitys art professor.

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¡¡¡¡Then they melted the statue in the furnace, and the mayor called a municipal meeting to decide what to do with the metal. Of course, we have to cast another statue He said, "that should be my statue."

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¡¡¡¡"My statue," every city senator argued, and they argued. The last time I heard people talk about them, their quarrel was not over.

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¡¡¡¡"What a strange thing The foreman of the foundry said, "this broken lead core will not melt in the furnace. We have to throw it away. " They threw it into the garbage and the dead swallow lay there.

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¡¡¡¡"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," God said to one of his angels. So the angel brought back the lead heart and the dead bird to God.

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¡¡¡¡"You have made the right choice," God said, "because in my paradise garden, birds can sing forever, and in my golden castle, happy prince can praise me heartily."

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¡¡¡¡"What are you doing here?" He growled and the children ran away.

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¡¡¡¡Since then, the poor children have no place to play, they have to come to the road, but the street is full of dust and hard stones, let them down. After school, they often linger outside the high wall and talk about the beautiful scenery in the garden inside. "How happy we are in it," they told each other.

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¡¡¡¡Spring is coming again. The whole country is full of flowers and birds. But the garden of the selfish giant is still a cold winter scene. Because they couldnt see the children, the birds didnt want to sing and the trees forgot to blossom. A flower poked its head out of the grass. When it saw the sign, it sympathized with the childrens sufferings, so it drew back its head and went on to sleep. Only snow and frost are happy about it. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we can live here all year round." Snow makes the grass blue with her huge white cloak, frost makes all the trees pretend, and then they come to live with them in the north wind. The north wind was invited to come. Wearing a fur coat, he roared into the garden all day and blew off the chimney cap. "Its a happy place," he said, "and we have to call hail." So hail came. For three hours every day, he kept pounding on the roof of the castle. The stone tiles on the roof were scattered, and then he ran around the garden one after another. He was gray all over and breathed out chills.

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¡¡¡¡"I dont know why spring is so late," said the giant, sitting at the window and looking out at the icy garden. "I hope the weather changes."

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¡¡¡¡One morning, the giant was lying on the bed with his eyes open. At this time, the music came from his ears. The music was so sweet that he thought it must be the kings musician who passed by. It turned out that it was just a little cardinal singing outside the window. Because the giant hadnt heard the bird singing in the garden for a long time, he felt that it was wonderful. At this time, the hail on the giants head no longer danced wildly, the north wind stopped whistling, and the fragrance came through the open window. "I believe spring has finally arrived," said the giant, jumping out of bed and looking out of the window.

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¡¡¡¡He saw a moving scene: the children had climbed through the small hole in the wall and entered the garden. They were sitting on the branches, and there was a child sitting on each tree. The trees that welcomed the children were overjoyed. They dressed themselves up with fresh flowers and gently stroked the childrens heads with their arms. The birds were dancing in the treetops, singing excitedly, and the flowers were smiling from the grass. This is really a moving picture. There is only one corner of the garden still shrouded in the severe winter. It is the farthest corner in the garden. A little boy is standing there alone because he is too small to climb the tree. He can only walk around the tree, crying and at a loss. The poor tree was still wrapped in frost and snow, and the north wind roared at it wantonly. "Climb up quickly, child 1," the tree said, and dropped its branches as much as possible, but the child was still too small.

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¡¡¡¡This situation deeply affected the giants heart. "Im so selfish!" He said, "now I understand why spring doesnt come to me. Im going to take that poor child up a tree, and then Im going to knock down the walls, and make my garden a playground for children forever. " He was really ashamed of what he had done in the past.

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¡¡¡¡The giant went down the stairs quietly, opened the front door and went into the garden. But when the children saw the giant, they ran away and the garden went back to winter again. Only the little boy didnt run because his eyes were full of tears and he didnt see the giant coming. The giant quietly came to the childs back, gently holding the child in both hands on the branch. The tree immediately burst out flowers, and the birds flew back to the branches to sing. The little boy put his arms around the giants neck and kissed the giants face. When the other children saw that the giant was no longer so fierce, they all ran back, and spring followed them. "This is your garden, children," said the giant. Then he picked up a big axe and cut down all the walls. At 12 noon, when people went to the market, they were glad to see the giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

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¡¡¡¡They played all day, and when night came, the children said good night to the giant.

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¡¡¡¡"But where is your little companion?" The giant asked, "its the boy I carried to the tree." The giant loved the boy best because he had kissed him.

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¡¡¡¡The giant said, "you must tell him to come here tomorrow." But the children told the giant that they didnt know where the little boy lived, and that they had never seen him before. The giant was very upset.

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¡¡¡¡Every afternoon, the children come to play with the giant as soon as they finish school. But the little boy the giant loved never came again. The giant is very friendly to every child, but he misses the little boy more and often mentions him. "How I want to see him," the giant often exclaimed.

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¡¡¡¡Many years passed and the giant became old and weak. He can no longer play with the children, can only sit in a huge armchair, while watching the children play games, while enjoying his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he said, "but children are the most beautiful flowers."

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¡¡¡¡All of a sudden, he rubbed his eyes in surprise and fixed his eyes. The view was wonderful: in the corner at the end of the garden, there was a tree full of lovely white flowers. The branches of the tree were glittering with gold. Silver fruits hung on the branches. Under the tree stood the little boy, who was the giants favorite.

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¡¡¡¡The giant ran downstairs excitedly, went out and ran towards the garden. He ran across the grass in a hurry to the child. When he came to the child, he blushed and said angrily, "who dares to make you like this?" There are two nail marks on the palm of the childs small hands and two nail marks on his small feet.

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¡¡¡¡The sad king looked at them through the window in the palace. Behind him was the man he hated, his brother, Don Pedro of Aragon, and his penitent, and the grand religious magistrate from grannada, sitting beside him. The king was more sad than ever, because he saw the princess salute the courtiers in a child like seriousness, and saw her throwing a fan and laughing with her mouth closed. The prince suddenly remembered the young queen, the mother of the little princess, which seemed to him as something not long ago. At that time, the queen came to Spain from France, a happy country. She died in the melancholy and gorgeous life of the Spanish court. She died only six months old. She didnt even see the second opening of apricot flowers in the garden, and she did not catch up with the second year of collecting the fruits of the old fruitless fruit trees in the center of the yard. Now it is already overgrown with weeds. He loved her so much that he could not bear to bury her in a grave that he could not see. A Moorish doctor has perfumed her body and, in return for his work, the king saved his life because he was sentenced to a death sentence by a religious referee for being suspected of cult and witchcraft. Her body is still on a tapestry stand in the palaces black marble chapel, as the monks carried her there on a windy March day 12 years ago. Once a month, the king, wrapped in black robes, carrying a light-proof lantern in his hand, walked into the chapel and knelt beside her, calling, "my queen, my queen!" Sometimes he would ignore the etiquette (any act in Spanish life is bound by etiquette, even the grief of the king), and seize her pale hand with jewels in grief, and kiss her cold, makeup-making face and try to wake her up.

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¡¡¡¡He loved her so crazy that many people thought he had destroyed the country because they were fighting against Britain for the Empire of the new world. He could not leave her for even a quarter of an hour; For her, he has forgotten, or seems to have forgotten, all the important matters of the country; Driven by this passion, he reached such a blind and terrible point that he did not find that the intricate manners he thought of to please her had exacerbated the strange melancholy she had made. For a while after she died, he seemed to be mad. If he was not worried that the princess would be damaged by his brother after she left, he would have officially abdicated and recluse in the terab monastery in grannada, and he would have been the honorary Dean of the house. His brothers cruelty and ruthlessness were famous in Spain. Many people suspected that he killed the queen. It is said that when the queen visited his castle in Aragon, he sent a pair of toxic gloves to the queen. Even after the king announced his countrys public mourning by royal decree for three years, he still couldnt bear the continuation of his ministers stories with him. When the holy emperor of the Roman Empire himself came to him to propose his niece, a beautiful and lovely princess of Bohemia, to marry him, he still ordered his minister to tell the emperor, Said the Spanish king has married grief, although she is only a bride who can not bear, but he loves her more than any beauty; The price of this answer was to lose his kingdoms rich provinces of Nederland, which, soon under the emperors encouragement, were led by fanatical times of reformist sects and rebelled against him.

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¡¡¡¡But his beauty brought him bad luck. Because he became proud, cruel and selfish. He despised the woodcutters children and the other children in the village, saying that they were of low birth, but he was noble and jumped out of the stars. He recognized himself as their master and called them slaves. He was not at all in love with the poor, nor did he pity the blind, the disabled, or any sick, and treated them with stones or drove them to the road and ordered them to beg elsewhere, so only the second time the second time the second time they would go to the village for relief. He is also infatuated with beauty, mocking the weak and ugly people, not taking them seriously. He loves himself. When there is no wind in summer, he will lie beside the well in the fathers orchard, look at the moving place of his face in the well, and laugh happily for his beauty.

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¡¡¡¡The old priest often went to him and tried to teach him how to love things, so he said to him, "fly is also your brother. Dont hurt it. The wild birds that fly in the forest have their own freedom. Dont make fun of catching them. God created the lizard and the mole, each of which has its own value. Who are you that can bring pain to Gods world? Even the living animals in the fields know how to praise God. "

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¡¡¡¡The star child flushed with anger, stamped his feet on the ground and said, "who are you? Dare you ask me what I do? Im not your son. I wont listen to you. "

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¡¡¡¡"Youre right," the woodcutter replied, "but when I found you in the woods, didnt I feel pity for you?"

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¡¡¡¡After hearing these words, the woman yelled and fell to the ground. The woodcutter took her into his home, and his wife came to look after her. When she woke up from her coma, they brought her food and drink, and told her to relax.

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¡¡¡¡But she would neither eat nor drink, but said to the woodcutter, "didnt you say that the child was found in the woods? Was it ten years ago today? "

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¡¡¡¡The woodcutter replied, "yes, I found him in the woods, ten years ago today."

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¡¡¡¡"Was there any sign when he was found?" She asked aloud, "does he have an amber necklace around his neck? Isnt he wrapped in a golden cloak embroidered with stars? "

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¡¡¡¡"Thats it as like as two peas," replied the woodcutter. "Its exactly the same as yours." He took the cloak and amber necklace from the cupboard and showed it to her.

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¡¡¡¡As soon as she saw these things, she cried happily and said, "he is my little son who was lost in the forest. I beg you to call him. Ive traveled all over the world to find him

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¡¡¡¡The woodcutter and his wife went out quickly, called the star child, and said to him, "come into the house, and you will see your mother there. She is waiting for you."

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¡¡¡¡The star child ran into the room full of wonder and ecstasy. But when he saw that she was waiting for him, he laughed scornfully and said, "Hey, wheres my mother? How can I only see such a cheap beggar? "

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¡¡¡¡The woman replied, "Im your mother."

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¡¡¡¡"You are crazy to say that," the star child said angrily. "Im not your son, because youre a beggar, ugly and ragged. So youd better get out of here, dont let me see your disgusting face again. "

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¡¡¡¡"No, you are indeed my little son. You were born in the forest." She cried out, kneeling down and holding out her arms to him. "The robbers took you away from me and left you in the woods to die," she murmured. "But as soon as I saw you, I recognized you, and I recognized the keepsakes: all woven cloaks and amber necklaces. So I beg you to come with me. Ive been all over the world looking for you. Come with me, my son, because I need your love. "

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¡¡¡¡The next day, the old man came to see him again. This old man was indeed the most capable one of the magicians in Libya. He learned his skills from a master who lived in the Nile tomb. The old man frowned and said to him, "in a forest near the gate of this heretic City, there are three gold coins. One is platinum, the other is yellow, and the third is red. Today, youre going to get me the platinum one. If you cant get it back, Ill beat you a hundred times. You go quickly, when the sun sets, I will wait for you at the gate of the garden. Remember to bring back the platinum one, or you will be unlucky, because you are my slave. I bought you for a bowl of liqueur. " Then he tied the star childs eyes with the silk handkerchief and led him out of the house, through the poppy garden and up the five copper steps. After he opened the little door with his ring, he put the star child in the street.

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¡¡¡¡Looking from the outside, the forest is really beautiful. It seems that there are birds singing and flowers everywhere. The star child excitedly walks in. However, the beauty of the forest did not bring him any good, because no matter where he wanted to go, thick and sharp thorns would appear on the ground to block his way, ferocious nettles would stab him, and Thistle would stab him with sharp thorns, which made him painful. And the piece of platinum that the magician said could not be found everywhere, although he found noon in the morning and sunset in the afternoon. After sunset, he had to turn around and cry all the way back, because he knew what kind of fate was waiting for him.

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¡¡¡¡But when he came to the edge of the forest, he heard a cry of pain from someone in the forest. He forgot his troubles and ran to the place. He saw a little Rabbit fall into the trap set by the hunter,

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¡¡¡¡The star child sympathized with it, so he released it and said to it, "I am a slave myself, but I can give you back yourself."

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¡¡¡¡The rabbit replied, "you did give it to me. What can I do for you?"

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¡¡¡¡The star child said to him, "Im looking for a piece of platinum, but I cant find it anywhere. If I cant get it back to my master, he will beat me."

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¡¡¡¡"Come with me," said the rabbit, "and Ill take you because I know where its hiding and why its there."

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¡¡¡¡So the star child and the rabbit went together, ah! In the crack of an old oak tree, he saw the piece of platinum he was looking for. He was so excited that he grabbed it and said to the rabbit, "you have redoubled the little things I have done for you, and you have redoubled me a hundred times for the little favor I have shown you."

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¡¡¡¡"No," replied the rabbit, "its just that I paid you back the way you treated me." then the rabbit ran away and the star child went to the city.

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¡¡¡¡At the gate of the city sat a leper, his face covered with a turban of green linen, and his eyes glowed like burning coals from the small holes in the linen. When he saw the star child coming, he knocked on a wooden bowl, rang his bell, called the star child, and said, "give me a coin, or I will starve to death. Because people have driven me out of the city, and no one sympathizes with me. "

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¡¡¡¡"Oh The star child exclaimed, "there is only one coin in my purse. If I dont bring it to my master, he will beat me because I am his slave."

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¡¡¡¡However, the leper still pestered him and begged him. Later, the star child finally moved his heart and gave him the platinum coin.

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¡¡¡¡When the star child returned to the magicians room, the magician opened the door for him, let him in, and said to him, "have you got the platinum coin?" But the star child replied, "I didnt get it." So the magician pounced on him, hit him, put an empty wooden plate in front of him, said to him, "eat," gave him an empty cup, said, "drink," and then pushed him into the dungeon.

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¡¡¡¡The next day the magician came to him again and said, "if you cant bring me that gold coin today, I must keep you slave and beat you 300 times."

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¡¡¡¡So the star boy went to the forest again. He was looking for the gold coin in the forest all day, but he couldnt find it anywhere. At sunset he sat down and began to cry. When he cried, the rabbit came again, the rabbit he saved from the trap.

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¡¡¡¡The rabbit said to him, "why did you cry? What else do you look for in the forest? "

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¡¡¡¡"I am looking for a gold coin, and it is hidden here. If I cant bring it back, my master will beat me and treat me as a slave," the star replied

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¡¡¡¡"Come with me," cried the rabbit, running through the woods until he ran to a pool. The gold coin lies at the bottom of the pool.

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¡¡¡¡"I dont know how to thank you?" "By the way, its the second time you have saved me," said the star

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¡¡¡¡"No, because you first expressed sympathy for me," said the rabbit, and ran away quickly.

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¡¡¡¡The star child took the gold coin, put it in his wallet and hurried towards the city. But when the leper saw him coming, he ran up to meet him, fell down in front of him, cried and said, "give me a coin, or I will starve to death."

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¡¡¡¡"In my wallet, I have only one gold coin, and if I dont give it to my master, he will beat me and let me continue to be a slave," the star boy said to him

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¡¡¡¡But the leprosy patient still cried bitterly, so the star child moved his sympathy again and gave him the gold coin.

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¡¡¡¡When he returned to the magicians room, the magician opened the door for him and asked him to come in and said, "have you got that gold coin?" The star boy said to him, "I didnt get it," the magician rushed at him, slapped him, locked him with chains, and threw him into the dungeon.

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¡¡¡¡The next day the magician came to him and said, "if you bring me that red gold coin today, I will let you go, but if you cant bring it back, I will surely kill you."

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¡¡¡¡So the star boy returned to the forest, and he was looking for the red gold all day, but he couldnt find it anywhere. At night, he sat down and cried. Just as he cried, the rabbit came to him.

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¡¡¡¡The rabbit said to him, "the red gold coin you are looking for is in the cave behind you. So you dont have to cry any more. You should be happy. "

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¡¡¡¡"How can I repay you," the star cried, "ah, this is the third time you have saved me."

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¡¡¡¡"No, but you are the first one to sympathize with me," said the rabbit, and ran away in a hurry.

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¡¡¡¡"Hans had many friends, but the most faithful friend was the Miller. Indeed, the rich Miller was very faithful to Hans, who had to bend over the wall to pick a bunch of flowers or a handful of herbs every time he passed the garden of Hans. In a fruitful season, he would fill his pocket with plums and cherries.

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¡¡¡¡"A lot of people do well," replied the Miller, "but there are few people who speak well. It can be seen that it is more difficult and charming to speak in both things." He looked at the little son at the other end of the table with stern eyes. The little son felt very embarrassed, lowered his head, blushed, and tears fell into the teacup. But you still have to forgive him for his age. "

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¡¡¡¡"Then youre too backward," said the rat. "Todays storytellers start with the end, then to the beginning, and finally to the middle. This is a new approach. I heard these words from a critic that day, when he was walking by the pond with a young man. He had a good talk about this question, and I believe he was right, because he was wearing blue glasses and bald head. And as soon as the young man spoke, he always replied, bah! But please tell the story. I like the Miller in particular. I have all kinds of beautiful emotions myself, so I am in love with him. "

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¡¡¡¡"Oh," said the cardinal, who sometimes jumped with one foot and another. "Just after winter, when cherry blossom began to open their pale yellow star blossom, the Miller said to his wife that he was going down the mountain to visit Hans.

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, your heart is very good!" His wife shouted, you always think about others. Dont forget the big basket with flowers on it. "

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¡¡¡¡"Good morning, Hans," said the Miller.

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¡¡¡¡"Good morning," Hans replied, leaning against the shovel, smiling.

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¡¡¡¡"Have you been all right all winter?" Asked the Miller again.

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, yes," Hans cried, "I ask you, you are so good, great. I want to say I have had some difficulties, but now spring is here. I am so happy. My flowers are very good. "

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¡¡¡¡"We often mention you this winter," said the Miller, "and we care about how you have been."

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¡¡¡¡"Thank you so much," Hans said, "Im a little worried youll forget me."

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¡¡¡¡"Hans, what you said surprised me," said the Miller; "friendship never forgets, this is the extraordinary place of friendship, but Im afraid you dont know the poetic meaning of life. Oh, by the way, how lovely your cherry blossom is! "

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¡¡¡¡"They are really cute," Hans said, "Im so lucky that there will be so many cherry trees. Im going to take them to the market and sell them to the mayors daughter, and Ill redeem my cart if I have money. "

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¡¡¡¡"Redeem your cart? You mean you sold it? How stupid you did it! "

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, in fact," Hans said, "I have to do that. You know winter is very difficult for me, and I really dont have the money to buy bread. So I sold the silver buttons on Sunday uniforms, then the silver chains, then my big pipe, and then my cart. But Im going to buy them all again now. "

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¡¡¡¡"Hans," said the Miller, "Id like to give you my cart. It has not been completely repaired. In fact, one side of it has gone away, and the rim has some problems. But anyway, I will give it to you. I know Im a very generous person and many people think its stupid to send me off the car, but Im a different person. I think generosity is at the heart of friendship. Besides, I also got myself a new trolley. Well, take your heart off. Ill give you my cart. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, you are so generous," said Hans, with joy on the funny round face. "I will fix it effortlessly because there is a board in my house."

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¡¡¡¡"A board!" The Miller said, "right, I just want a board to mend my top. There is a big hole in it. If I dont stop it, the wheat will get wet. Thanks to your mention of this: its amazing that one good thing always produces another. I have given you my cart, and now youre going to give me the board. In fact, cars are much more valuable than wood, but true friendship never pays attention to this. Please bring the board quickly. I will go and repair my warehouse today. "

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¡¡¡¡"Of course," cried Little Hans, and ran into his hut and dragged the board out of the meter.

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¡¡¡¡"This board is not too big," said the Miller, looking at the board, "Im afraid I wont have any left to mend the cart for you after I finish the top of the warehouse, but its not my fault. And now I have given you my cart, and I believe you will be happy to give me some flowers in return. Here is your basket. Please fill my basket. "

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¡¡¡¡"Do you want to fill it up?" little Hans asked, and he was very upset, because it was a big basket. He understood that if he filled it, he would not have flowers left to go to the market for sale, and he wanted to redeem the silver button.

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, yes," replied the Miller, "since I have given you my cart, I dont think it would be much to ask for some flowers from you. Maybe I am wrong, but I dont think friendship, true friendship, will bring any personal heart. "

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¡¡¡¡"My dear friend, my best friend," cried Little Hans, all the flowers in my garden are for you to enjoy. I would rather hear your good words earlier, and I would like to redeem the silver button any day. " Then he ran to pick all the beautiful cherry trees in the garden and filled the Millers basket.

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¡¡¡¡"Goodbye, Hans," said the Miller. He carried a board on his shoulder and walked up the mountain with a big basket in his hand.

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¡¡¡¡"Goodbye," said Hans, and then he began to dig up the earth with great joy, and the cart excited him.

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¡¡¡¡"The next day, as he was nailing the porch with honeysuckle, he heard the Miller shouting at him on the road. He jumped off the ladder and ran into the garden and looked out of the wall.

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¡¡¡¡"Dear Hans," said the Miller, "would you help me carry this bag of flour to the market?"

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¡¡¡¡"Im sorry for being a herdsman," Hans said, "Im really busy today. I will nail all the vines well, and I will have to pour all the flowers in water, and all the grass will be cut off. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, yes," said the Miller, "I think so. But you should consider that I will give you my cart. If you refuse, I will not be friends enough. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, dont say that," cried Hans, "I will not be sorry for my friend anyway." He ran into the hut to get his hat, then carried the big bag of flour and walked hard towards the market.

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¡¡¡¡"It was a hot day, the dust was flying on the road, and Hans was not able to walk six miles, so he was too tired to sit down and rest. However, he went on to the road bravely again, and finally reached the market. He didnt wait long there, he sold the bag of flour and sold it for a good price. He set out to go home immediately because he was worried that he would be too late at the market and that robbers might be met on his way back.

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¡¡¡¡"Its really hard today," Hans said to himself when he went to bed, "but Im glad not to refuse the Miller because he is my best friend, and he also gives me his cart."

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¡¡¡¡"The next morning, the Miller went down the mountain to collect his bag of flour, but Hans was too tired to sleep in bed.

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¡¡¡¡"I have to say," said the Miller, "you are really lazy. If you think I will give you my cart, you should have worked harder. Laziness is a big sin. I certainly dont like my friend as a lazy man. Of course you wont blame me for telling you this straight word. If Im not your friend, I will not do it. But if people cant speak their heart honestly, then friendship is still something else. Anyone can speak beautiful words, please people, or be nice. However, real friends always say words against their ears, and they are not afraid to give people suffering. Indeed, as long as a true and faithful friend is willing to do so, the reason is that he knows he is doing well. "

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¡¡¡¡"Im sorry," said Hans, rubbing his eyes and taking off his cap. but Im so tired. I just want to sleep a little longer and listen to the birds. You know, Ill do more whenever I hear the birds? "

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¡¡¡¡"Well, that makes me happy," said the Miller, patting Hans on the shoulder of little Hans. "I just want you to come to my mill immediately in good clothes and fix the roof of the warehouse for me."

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¡¡¡¡"Poor little Hans thought of going to work in his garden because his flowers and grass had not been watered for two days, but he didnt want to refuse the Miller, who was his good friend.

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¡¡¡¡"If I say Im busy, would you think Im not a friend?" He asked shyly and worried.

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, really," replied the Miller, "I dont think Im asking you too much. You think Ill give you my cart, but of course if you dont want to do it, Ill go back and do it myself."

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¡¡¡¡"Ah! "What can I do then?" cried Little Hans. He jumped off the bed, put on his clothes and went to the warehouse.

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¡¡¡¡"He worked there all day until the sun set, and the Miller at sunset came to see how he did.

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¡¡¡¡"Its all mended," said Hans, walking down the ladder.

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¡¡¡¡"Ah!" "There is nothing happier than working for others," said the Miller

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¡¡¡¡"Its a great honor to hear you speak," said Hans, sitting down, wiping away sweat from his forehead and saying, "great honor, but Im afraid Ill never have such a good idea of you."

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¡¡¡¡"Ah! You will have it, "said the Miller," but you have to work harder. Now you have only completed the practice of friendship, and one day you will have theory. "

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¡¡¡¡"Do you really think I will?" Asked Hans.

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¡¡¡¡"I have no doubt about this," replied the Miller, "but since you have mended the top of the barn, youd better go back to rest because I want you to help me drive goats up the mountain tomorrow."

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¡¡¡¡"Poor little Hans dared not say anything about it, and the Miller rushed his flock to the cottage the next morning, and Hans drove them up the hill. It took him a whole day to go back and forth. When he got home, he was tired, and he sat in his chair and fell asleep, and it was already morning when he woke up.

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¡¡¡¡"How happy I would be to be in my garden today." He said it, and he went to work immediately.

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¡¡¡¡"But he would never be able to take care of his flowers with all his heart, for his friend, the Miller, always came to him to send him some errands, or asked him to help him in the mill. Sometimes Hans was also very upset, worried that his flowers would think he had forgotten them, but he comforted himself with the idea that the Miller was his best friend. "Besides," he often said to himself, "he also gives me his cart, which is a truly generous act."

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¡¡¡¡"So Hans kept on doing the main business of the mill, and the Miller also spoke all kinds of wonderful words about friendship. Hans wrote them in his notebook, and he often took them out at night to read them, because he was still a reader.

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¡¡¡¡"One night, Hans was sitting by the stove and baking, and suddenly a loud knock came. It was a bad night, and the wind was partaking around the hut. At first he thought he had heard only the storm, but a second knock came, followed by a third, and louder than the previous two.

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¡¡¡¡"This is a poor traveler," said Hans to himself, and ran towards the door.

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¡¡¡¡"The former door stood the Miller, one with a lamp in one hand and a big cane in the other.

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¡¡¡¡"Dear little Hans," cried the Miller, "I have a big problem. My little son fell off the ladder and was hurt. I was going to ask a doctor. But the doctor lived too far, and the weather was so bad tonight. I just suddenly felt that it would be much better if you went to ask for a doctor for me. You know Im going to give you my cart, so its fair that you should do something for me in return. "

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¡¡¡¡"Of course," cried Hans, "I think its my pleasure to have you come to me. Ill leave. But you have to lend me the lamp. Its too dark tonight. Im afraid Ill fall into the ditch. "

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¡¡¡¡"Im sorry," replied the Miller, "this is my new lamp. If there is something wrong with it, it will be a great loss to me."

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, it doesnt matter. I dont use it." Little Hans said loudly that he took off his fur coat and warm red hat, and put a scarf around his neck, and set off.

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¡¡¡¡"It was a terrible storm night, so dark that he could not reach out his fingers, and Hans could not see anything. The wind blew so hard that he couldnt stand steady. However, Hans was very brave, he walked for about three hours, came to the doctors house and knocked on the door.

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¡¡¡¡"The Millers son fell down the ladder and fell and hurt. The Miller asked you to go immediately."

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¡¡¡¡"OK!" And the doctor said, and asked people to prepare for the horses. He took the big boots, put on the lamp, and walked down from the upstairs, rode up to the mill masters house, while Hans followed the wine.

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¡¡¡¡"But the storm was getting bigger and bigger, and it rained like the water of a river. Hans could not see the road in front of him and could not catch up with the horse. Finally he lost his way and wandered about a swamp. It was a very dangerous place, and there were deep puddles everywhere, where poor little Hans drowned. The next day, several shepherds found his body floating on the surface of a large pond. The shepherds carried the body back into his hut. The host of the mourning ceremony.

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¡¡¡¡"Since I am his best friend," said the Miller, "then I should be in the best position." So he walked in a black robe at the front of the funeral procession, and from time to time he wiped his eyes with a large handkerchief.

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¡¡¡¡"The death of Hans was a great loss to everyone," the blacksmith said. At this time, the funeral was over, and everyone sat comfortably in the hotel, drinking spice wine and eating dessert.

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¡¡¡¡"It was a great loss to me anyway," replied the Miller, "yes, I have given him my cart. Now I really dont know how to deal with it. It was a big hindrance to me to put it in my house. It was already in a mess, and I could get anything if I sold it. I will pay more attention to not sending anything. "Generosity is always a pain."

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¡¡¡¡"But what happened to the Miller?" Asked the rat.

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¡¡¡¡After the party, a dance was held, and the groom and the bride were going to dance together, and the king promised to play flute for them. He blew badly, but no one dared to say that to him, because he was the king of a country. To be honest, he can only play two tunes and never know which one he plays, but it doesnt matter, because no matter what he blows, people shout loudly: "great! Great! "

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¡¡¡¡The last project of the show was to give off a big fireworks, which was set at midnight. The princess never saw fireworks in her life, so the king ordered royal fireworks to attend the wedding ceremony in person to give them.

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¡¡¡¡"They are like aurora borealis," said the king, who always liked to answer questions for others. "Its just more natural. I prefer fireworks to stars, because you always know when they will appear, and they are as wonderful as I play flute. You have to see them. "

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¡¡¡¡"The kings garden is not the world, you stupid firecrackers," said a Roman candlelight bullet. "The world is a very big place, and it takes you three days to see the world."

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¡¡¡¡"Wherever you love it, its your world," a thoughtful wheel of fireworks shouted excitedly. She had a love for an old fir box in her early years and was proud of this sad experience. "But love is no longer fashionable, and poets have killed it. They express too much about love, so that people dont believe that anymore. Im not surprised at all. True love is painful and silent. I remember having had that one time - but its over now. Romance is only in the past. "

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¡¡¡¡"Nonsense "Romance will never die, it will be like the moon, and will live forever," said the Roman candlelight. For example, how warm the bridegroom and bride love each other. I heard about them from a firecracker made of brown paper this morning. He happened to be in a drawer with me and knew the latest news from the palace. "

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¡¡¡¡"The kings son is so lucky," he said, "and his wedding was just when I was going to go up and set off. Indeed, even if it was arranged in advance, it was no better for him; but, in other words, the princes always had good luck. "

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¡¡¡¡"My mother!" "I think the opposite is true," said the firecracker. "I think we are going to be on the rise for the honor of the prince."

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¡¡¡¡"It may be for you," he replied, "and in fact it is certainly. But its not a good thing for me. I am a very magical rocket, born in a wonderful family. My mother was the most famous round of fireworks of her time and was famous for her beautiful dance. As long as she appears, she will fly out 19 times. Every time she turns, she will throw seven pink stars in the air. She is three and a half feet in diameter and is made of the best powder. My father is a rocket like me. He is from France. He flies so high that people worry that he wont come down. Nevertheless, he came down because he was kind. He turned into a golden rain and fell down very brightly. The newspaper described his performance in words of a stick. Indeed, the court newspaper called him a great achievement in fireworks. "

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¡¡¡¡"Fireworks, fireworks, do you mean it," said a Bangladeshi fireworks. "I know its fireworks because I see it on my box."

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, Im talking about guns," replied the rocket in a serious tone. Bangladesh fireworks feel overwhelmed and immediately bully the firecrackers to show that they are still an important role.

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¡¡¡¡"I mean," the rocket continued, "I mean - what am I talking about?"

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¡¡¡¡"Youre talking about yourself," replied the Roman candlelight.

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¡¡¡¡"Indeed, I know Im talking about something interesting and Im being cut off by a rough cut. I hate all kinds of rude behaviors and bad behaviors because I am a very sensitive person. I believe that no one in the world is more sensitive than me. "

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¡¡¡¡"What does a sensitive person mean?" Firecrackers asked the Roman candlelight.

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¡¡¡¡"A person always wants to step on other peoples toes because of his own chicken eyes," whispered Roman candlelight. Firecrackers are almost not laughing down their belly.

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¡¡¡¡"What do you laugh at?" The rocket said, "I didnt laugh at all."

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¡¡¡¡"I laugh because Im happy," replied firecrackers.

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¡¡¡¡"Its selfish," said the rocket, with a furious face, "what right do you have to be happy? You should think about it for others. In fact, you should think about it for me. I always think about myself, and I hope others will do it. Thats what we call compassion. It is a lovely virtue, and I have a high virtue in this respect. For example, suppose what happened to me this night, how unfortunate it would be for everyone! The prince and princess will never be happy any more, and their life after marriage will be destroyed; as for the king, he may not be able to withstand the blow. Really, I was almost moved to shed tears when I thought of my important position. "

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¡¡¡¡"If you want to bring happiness to others," said the Roman candlelight, "then youd better not get wet first."

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¡¡¡¡"Of course," said the Bangladeshi fireworks, who is much better at the moment, "its a simple common sense."

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¡¡¡¡"Common sense, not false!" The rocket said angrily, "but you forget that I am unusual and amazing. Ah, anyone who has no imagination will have common sense. But I have imagination, because I never think things according to their actual situation, I always think of them as another thing. As for me not to cry, it is clear that no one here can appreciate the sentimental character. Fortunately, I dont mind myself. The only thing that can keep me alive is to think that I am much better than others, which is also the feeling I have always cultivated. You people are all emotionally free. You just laugh or joke, as if the prince and princess were not just married. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, it is," cried a little fireball affectionately, "cant it? What a joy it is. As soon as I fly to the sky, I will tell the stars all about it. When I tell them beautiful princesses, you will see the stars blinking. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah! What a small outlook on life! " "But thats exactly what I expected," the rocket said. You have no ambition; you are shallow and ignorant. Oh, maybe the prince and princess will live in a country with a deep river; maybe they have only one son, the little boy has blonde hair and purple eyes like his prince; maybe one day the little boy will go out for a walk with the nanny; maybe the nanny will sleep under an old tree; maybe the little boy will fall into the deep water and drown. What a terrible disaster! Poor man, lost their only son! This is terrible! Ill never forget. "

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¡¡¡¡"But they didnt lose their only son," said the Roman candlelight, "and there was no unfortunate hair owner on them at all."

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¡¡¡¡"I never said they would have misfortune," the rocket replied, "I just said they might. If they have lost their only child, what else is the point of talking about it. I hate those who regret afterwards. But Im very sad to think that they may lose their only son. "

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¡¡¡¡"Of course you will!" "In fact, you are the most emotional person I have ever met," the Bangladeshi fireworks shouted

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¡¡¡¡"You are the most vulgar person I have ever met," the rocket retorted. "You cant understand my friendship with the prince."

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¡¡¡¡"Oh, you dont even know him," roared the Roman candlelight.

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¡¡¡¡"I never said I knew him," the rocket replied, "I dare say that if I knew him, I would not have been his friend. Its very dangerous to know a lot of friends. "

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¡¡¡¡"Youd better not shed tears if you are really," said the fireball. "Its a matter of great importance."

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¡¡¡¡"Im sure its very important for you," the rocket replied, "but I have to cry if I want to." He cried first, and then the water came down from the pole like rain, and almost drowned two beetles looking for a dry place to nest.

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¡¡¡¡"He must have a real romantic quality," said the wheel of fireworks. "There is nothing to cry at all, but he can cry." Then she sighed for a long time, and thought of the fir box again.

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¡¡¡¡Whizzing! Whizzing! The wheel fireworks flew up, and they were spinning. Boom! Boom! The Roman candlelight bomb flew up again. Then firecrackers danced everywhere, and then the fireworks in Bangladesh turned everything red. "Goodbye," the fireball shouted and went out of the air, throwing down countless small blue Mars. Pop! Cheerleading! The firecrackers also went on, and they were so happy. They all succeeded very well, only the magic rockets left. He was wet with tears and could not be lifted up to the sky at all. The best thing on him is gunpowder. When the powder is wet by tears, it can not be used. His poor relatives and relatives, usually he never said hello, but occasionally sneered, at this moment, all like the full-color flowers in full bloom, flew to the sky. What a wonderful! What a wonderful! The people of the court cheered; the little princess laughed with joy.

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¡¡¡¡"I guess they kept me for a bigger celebration," the rocket said. "Theres no doubt thats what it means." He looks more arrogant than before.

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¡¡¡¡The next day the workers came to clean up. "These people are delegations at first glance," said the rocket. "I will meet them with dignity." So he put out a dignified look, frowning solemnly, as if thinking about what snow to ask. But they ignored him at all, and one of them happened to see him until they were leaving. "Hey He shouted, "such a dilapidated rocket!" And then he threw the rocket into the gutter outside the wall.

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¡¡¡¡"The old rocket? A dilapidated rocket? " He rolled in the air and said, "no way! Big rocket, thats what the man said. The old and big sounds are very close, and they are often the same sounds. " Then he fell into the gutter.

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¡¡¡¡"Its not comfortable here," he said, "but it may be a fashionable bath, they sent me to get back to health. My nerves are really hurt a lot, and I need to rest. "

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¡¡¡¡Then a little frog swam towards him, with a pair of bright and shining jewel eyes and a green striped coat.

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¡¡¡¡"It seems that its a new arrival!" The frog said, "ah, its not the same as mud. I will be very happy if I can enjoy rainy days and a gutter. Do you think it will rain in the afternoon? I wish so, but you can see the blue sky, there is no cloud in the sky, how regrettable

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¡¡¡¡"How nice your voice is!" "Its like a frog croaking, and thats certainly the best music in the world," the frog cried. You can come and hear our chorus show tonight. We are all in the old duck pond next to the farmers house, and as soon as the moon rises, we begin to perform. It was so fascinating that everyone was lying with their eyes open and listening to us singing. In fact, yesterday, I heard the farmers wife say to her mother that because of our existence, she couldnt sleep all night. Its a thank goodness to be welcomed by so many people. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah, cough! Ah, cough! " The rocket said angrily. He was very annoyed that he couldnt even a word.

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¡¡¡¡"Of course, wonderful music," the frog continued, "I hope you can come to the duck pond. Im going to see my daughters. I have six beautiful daughters, and Im worried that the shuttle will meet them. He is a real monster, and he will take them as breakfast without hesitation. Well, goodbye, weve had a great conversation. I can believe you. "

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¡¡¡¡"Talk, not a bit of fake!" "Its all youre talking on your own," the rocket said. "Its not a conversation."

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¡¡¡¡"I have to hear," replied the frog. "I like talking alone, too. This saves time and avoids quarrels. "

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¡¡¡¡"I dont want that," said the frog proudly, "the quarrel is too vulgar, because in a good society, everyone will have a complete consensus. I saw my daughter over there again Then the little frog swam away.

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¡¡¡¡"Youre a very annoying guy," said the rocket, "and youre not well bred. I hate people talking about themselves, just like you. You know that people want to talk at this time, just like me. This is what I call selfishness, which is a very abhorrent thing, especially for people of my character, because I am named after compassion. To be honest, you should take me as an example. You may not find a better example than me. Since you have a chance, youd better hold it, because Im almost going back to the palace. I was a big darling in the palace; in fact, the prince and princess had a wedding yesterday to celebrate me. Of course, you know nothing about these things because you are a rustic. "

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¡¡¡¡"Its no good talking to him," said a dragonfly, sitting on the top of a brown cattail at the moment. "There is no benefit, because he has gone."

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¡¡¡¡"Well, thats his loss, not mine," the rocket replied. "I will not stop talking to him just because he doesnt care about me. I like to listen to myself, which is one of my greatest pleasures. I often speak a lot of things by myself, but I am too clever. Sometimes I dont even understand what I say myself. "

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¡¡¡¡"Then you should have taught philosophy," said Qingzhi, and then he spread out his lovely pair of wings and flew into the air.

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¡¡¡¡"Its a fool of him not to stay here!" "I dare say he doesnt have such a chance to improve his intelligence often," the rocket said. However, I dont mind at all. A genius like me will surely be appreciated one day. " He fell deeper into the mud.

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¡¡¡¡After a while a big white duck swam to him. She has a pair of yellow legs and webbed feet, and she is considered a great beauty because she has come up and shakes it.

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¡¡¡¡"GA, GA, GA," she cried, "how strange you look! May I ask you how you were born so? Or was it caused by an accident? "

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¡¡¡¡"Obviously, youve been living in the country all the time," the rocket replied, "or youll know who I am. But I will forgive your ignorance. Its unfair to expect others to be as great as themselves. You will be surprised when you hear that I can fly up the sky and sprinkle a golden rain. "

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¡¡¡¡"I dont value that," said the duck, "because I cant see what its going to do to others. Now, if you can plow like a cow, pull a car like a horse, or look at the sheep like a shepherd, its a character. "

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¡¡¡¡"My good man," the rocket cried out in a very proud language. "You are of the lower class. A person of my status will never work. We have achieved something, thats enough. I am not very kind to all kinds of so-called hard work, especially to those hard work that you appreciate. To be honest, I always think that hard work is just a way of escape for those who have nothing to do. "

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¡¡¡¡"Well, well," said the duck, a man of steady handling, and never quarreled with anyone. "Everyone has his own hobbies. I think, anyway, youre going to settle down here. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ah! Of course not, "the rocket shouted." Im just a passer-by, a famous guest. The fact is that I think this place is boring. Its not quiet here, theres no social life. To be honest, this is just the outskirts. I may be back in the palace, because I am destined to make some achievements in the world. "

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¡¡¡¡"Ive also thought about getting involved in public affairs," duck said. "There are so many things in the world that need to be innovated. To be honest, I worked as chairman of the meeting a while ago, and we passed resolutions condemning everything we didnt like. However, they dont seem to have much effect. Now Im dedicated to housework and looking after my family. "

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¡¡¡¡"Come back, come back!" Rocket tip declared, "I have a lot to say to you." But the duck ignored him. "Im glad shes gone," he said to himself. "Her mind is really just average." As he sank deeper into the mud, he began to think of the loneliness of genius. All of a sudden, two little boys, dressed in white woolen clothes, with a kettle in hand and a lot of firewood in their arms, ran towards the bank.

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¡¡¡¡The young fisherman said to himself, "what is the use of my soul for me? I cant see it, I cant touch it, I dont know it. I must take it from me so Ill be very happy. " Then he made a happy scream, and stood up on the colorful boat, and stretched out his arm towards the mermaid. "I will send my soul away," he cried, "you are my bride. I will be your groom. We live together at the bottom of the sea. All you sing in your songs will show me. I will try my best to do whatever you want. We will never separate together."

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¡¡¡¡"But how can I send my soul away?" The young fisherman shouted, "tell me what I should do, oh, Ill do it."

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¡¡¡¡"Five gold coins," he said, "and my net, my wicker made up house, and the colored boat I was driving. You just need to tell me how to get rid of my soul, and I will give you everything I have. "

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¡¡¡¡"He replied: there is no God here, only this mirror you see, because it is a mirror of wisdom, which reflects everything in the sky and on the ground, but only the face that is looking in the mirror can not be reflected, so the person looking in the mirror may be intelligent. There are many other mirrors, but those are the mirror of opinion. Only this is the mirror of wisdom. Those who have this mirror know everything in the world, nothing can be hidden from them, and those who do not have it will have no wisdom. So we see it as God, and we worship it. So I looked as like as two peas in the mirror.

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¡¡¡¡"When the emperor took his hand off his face, he said to me," this is my treasure house. Half of the things in it are yours. Do as I promised you. I will also send you camels and camel drivers. They will do what you tell them to do and take your share of treasure to any place in the world you want to go. This has to be done tonight, because I dont want the sun, who is my father, to see a man in my city who I cant kill. "

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¡¡¡¡"The emperor frowned." its just a lead ring, "he said aloud." its not worth much. So Id better take half of your treasure and leave my city. "

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¡¡¡¡"But the emperor trembled and begged me," take all the treasures and leave my city. Half of my wealth belongs to you. "

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¡¡¡¡"But I did a strange thing, but it was nothing, because it was in that cave that I hid this ring of wealth, which was a whole days journey from here. Its just a days journey. The ring is waiting for you. Whoever owns the ring will be richer than all the kings in the world. Go ahead, take it and you will have all the wealth of the world. "

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¡¡¡¡But the young fisherman laughed. "Love is more important than wealth," he cried, "and the little mermaid loves me very much."

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¡¡¡¡"Love is better," the young fisherman replied, and then he dived into the bottom of the sea again, and his soul had to cry and go through the swamp.

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¡¡¡¡The third year passed, and the soul came down from the land to the sea, calling for the young fisherman. So the fisherman came out of the water and said, "what do you call me for?"

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¡¡¡¡The soul said, "in a city I know, there is a small hotel by a river. I sat there with the sailors, who drank two different colors of wine, ate barley bread, and little salted fish wrapped in cinnamon leaves with vinegar. While we were sitting and amusing, an elderly man came in with a leather blanket over his shoulder and a piano with two amber horns. Just then, just as he was laying his blanket on the floor and plucking his harp with a string, a girl in a veil came in and danced in front of us. Though she was veiled, her feet were bare. Shes barefooted and shes dancing on the blanket. Its like the city where shes dancing is only a days walk from here. "

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¡¡¡¡When he came to the dry shore, he laughed again and extended his arms to his soul. His soul cried out with great joy and ran towards him. Then the young fisherman saw his own shadow on the sand stretching in front of him, which was the body of his soul.

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¡¡¡¡His soul said to him, "lets not delay. Lets go there immediately, because the sea gods will be jealous, and there are many monsters who will listen to them."

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¡¡¡¡So they went on their way in a hurry. All night they were on their way in the moonlight. The next day they went forward against the fierce sun. That night they came to the city.

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¡¡¡¡The young fisherman said to his soul, "is this the city where she dances that you told me about?"

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¡¡¡¡His soul replied, "its not this city, its another one. But we can go in and have a look. "

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¡¡¡¡So they went into the city and crossed some streets. As they passed the jewelry street, the young fisherman saw a beautiful silver cup on a stall. His soul said to him, "take that silver cup and hide it."

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¡¡¡¡He took the silver cup and covered it in the seam of his robe. They went out of the city quickly.

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¡¡¡¡Three miles after they left the city, the young fisherman frowned, threw away the silver cup and said to his soul, "why do you want me to take the cup and hide it? Because its a bad thing. "

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¡¡¡¡They went into the city and crossed several streets. When they passed the straw sandal street, the young fisherman saw a child standing by a water tank. His soul said to him, "go and beat that child." So he began to beat the children and made them cry. Then they left the city in a hurry.

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¡¡¡¡They went into the city and crossed several streets, but the young fisherman could not find the Inn by the river. People in the city looked at him curiously. He began to be afraid and said to his soul, "lets go, because the man who dances with white feet is not here."

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¡¡¡¡But his soul replied, "no, wed better stay, because its too dark at night. Well meet robbers on the way."

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¡¡¡¡He sat down in the market and had a rest. After a while, he passed a businessman with a turban. He had a Tatars cloth cloak and a horn lantern tied to the head of a reed pole. The merchant said to him, "Why are you still sitting in the market? Dont you see that the stalls are closed and everything is packed?"

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¡¡¡¡The young fisherman replied, "I cant find that inn in this city, and I have no relatives to stay here for the night."

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¡¡¡¡So the young fisherman got up and followed the merchant to his house. When he walked into the house through a pomegranate garden, the merchant brought him rose water from a copper plate to wash his hands. He also brought ripe melons to quench his thirst, and a bowl of rice and a piece of roast lamb to satisfy his hunger.

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¡¡¡¡After all this, the merchant took him to the guest room and told him to have a good rest. The young fisherman thanks him, kisses the ring on the merchants finger, and then lies down on the dyed goat blanket. After he covered himself with a black lamb quilt, he fell asleep.

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¡¡¡¡Three hours before dawn, when it was still dark, his soul woke him up and said to him, "get up, go to the merchants room, go to the room where he sleeps, kill him and take his gold, because we need it."

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¡¡¡¡The young fisherman got out of bed and crawled into the merchants room. He had a machete at the merchants feet and nine gold packets in the plate beside him. The fisherman reached out for the machete. As soon as his hand got the knife, the merchant woke up. He jumped up, grabbed the knife and yelled at the young Fisherman: "do you want to repay your kindness with resentment? Do you want to repay my kindness to you with your flowing blood? "

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¡¡¡¡Then his soul said to the young fisherman, "go and beat him." So he knocked the merchant unconscious, grabbed nine bags of gold, ran away through the pomegranate garden, and set out in the direction of the star.

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¡¡¡¡Three miles after they left the city, the young fisherman beat his chest and said to his soul, "why do you want me to kill the merchant and take his gold? You are so bad. "

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¡¡¡¡"No," cried the young fisherman, "I cant calm down, because everything you ask me to do is what I hate. You make me hate you, too. I want you to tell me why you taught me to do this. "

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¡¡¡¡His soul replied, "when you sent me to the world in the past, you didnt give me a heart, so I learned to do all these things, and I like it."

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¡¡¡¡"You know it," his soul replied. "You know it very well. Have you forgotten that you didnt give me a heart? I dont believe it. So dont worry about yourself, and dont worry about me. Please rest assured, because there is no pain that cant be removed, and there is no happiness that cant be enjoyed. "

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¡¡¡¡When the young fisherman heard these words, he trembled all over and said to his soul, "no, you are so bad that I forget my lover. You seduce me with many temptations and set my feet on the road of sin."

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¡¡¡¡His soul said to him, "when you sent me to the world, you didnt care for me, so I learned to do all these things and like to do them. Come on, lets go to another city and have fun, because we already have nine bags of gold. "

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¡¡¡¡However, the young fisherman took out nine bags of gold and threw them on the ground and stepped on them with his feet.

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¡¡¡¡"No," roared the fisherman, "I have nothing to do with you, and I will never go anywhere with you again, just like I used to send you away, and I will drive you away now, because you are not good for me." Then he turned his back to the moon, and with the green snake skin knife, he was ready to cut the shadow of his own body, the body of his soul, from around his feet.

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¡¡¡¡However, his soul didnt even move. He didnt want to leave him and ignored his orders. He said to him, "the magic that the witch taught you no longer works, because I cant leave you and you cant drive me away. A man can only send his soul away once in his life, but once he takes his soul back, he has to keep it forever. This is not only a punishment for him, but also a reward for him. "

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¡¡¡¡The young fisherman turned pale, clenched his fist and cried out, "she didnt tell me that. She lied to me."

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¡¡¡¡"No," his soul replied, "but she can move the" he "she worships. Sincerely, she wants to be his eternal servant."

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¡¡¡¡Now the young fisherman knew that he could never drive away his soul. Besides, he was an evil soul and would always be with him. He fell to the ground and cried.

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