"My roses are white," it answered, "as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head."My roses are yellow," it answered, "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden, and yellower than thedaffodilthat blooms In the meadow. But go to my brother who growsbeneaththe Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.""One red rose is all that I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?""There is a way," answered the Tree, "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.""Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."
"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's blood.You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into myveins, and become mine.""Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and life is very dear to all. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.The young Student was still lying on the grass, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. "Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy, you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover."
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him. But the Oak-tree understood and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale. "Sing me one last song," he whispered. "I shall feel lonely when you are gone."So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.When she had finished her song, the Student got up.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away. "That cannot be denied. But has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, like most artists, she is all style without any sincerity." And he went to his room, and lay down on his bed, and after a time, he fell asleep.And when the Moon shone in the heaven, the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the coldcrystalMoon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper into her breast, and her life-bloodebbedaway from her.
She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song.But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart so the rose's heart remained white.And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.And the marvelous rose became crimson. Crimson was the girdle ofpetals, and crimson as ruby was the heart.But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The Red Rose heard it, and trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals in the cold morning air."Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now." But the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.
And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out."Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried, "here is the reddest rose I have ever seen." And he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's daughter with the rose in his hand." cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But the girlfrowned.
"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered, "and besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are veryungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter."What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "In fact it is quite unpractical, and as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
1.daffodil n. 水仙花
The old man grew many daffodils with yellow flowers in his bedroom. 那个老人在卧室里养了很多开着黄花的水仙花。
2.beneath adv. 在下方 prep. 在...之下
The ship sank beneath the waves. 轮船沉没于波涛下面。
3.vein n. 静脉
The act or practice of opening a vein by incision or puncture to remove blood as a therapeutic treatment. 静脉切开术，放血术切割静脉或穿孔来放血的行为或实践，作为一种医学治疗。
4.crystal adj. 清澈透明的,晶体的
She made her meaning crystal clear. 她把她的意思解释得清清楚楚。
5.ebb v. 潮退,衰退
His energy seemed to ebb. 他的精力似乎正在衰退。
6.petal n. 花瓣
There are numerous petals under the tree. 树下有数不清的花瓣。
7.frown v. 皱眉头
The teacher frowned angrily at the noisy class. 老师对那班吵吵嚷嚷的学生皱起了眉头。
8.ungrateful adj. 忘恩负义,使人不愉快的
He is an ungrateful fellow; I'll never help him. 他是一个忘恩负义的家伙，我再也不帮他了。
1.build sth. out of sth. 用...建造
2.stain sth. with sth. else 玷污，留下难以清除的污迹
His teeth were stained with nicotine from years of smoking.
3.be dear to sb. 对某人来说极为重要
His family is very dear to him.
4.sweep over a place 扫过；掠过某地
A police helicopter churned overhead, its searchlight sweeping over the melee.
5.in return 作为...的交换，作为...的回报
He agreed to give evidence against the terrorists in return for a guarantee of protection.
6.lie down 躺下
Father is lying down for a while.
7.linger on 留恋，不愿离开，继续逗留
She lingered on outside the school after everyone else had gone home.
8.go with 相配；协调
Mary's blue dress goes with ger eyes.
10.upon one's word 说实在话，的的确确
Upon my word, I've never heard of such a thing.
1.And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song.
【难句解析】spray:长着蓓蕾或花朵的小树枝；the topmost spray:the highest spray。此句为倒装句。句子的主语是rose，谓语是blossomed，on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree作地点状语，there作on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree的同位语，as song followed song作方式状语，petal following petal 作插入语。倒装句分为部分倒装和完全倒装，此句为完全倒装。部分倒装只是把强调的部分放在句首，将主语和助动词或情态动词交换位置，句子的其他成分位置不变。
2.Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.
【难句释义】The pain became bitter and bitter and her song grew wilder and wilder, for she sang of the love that grows and grows until she died, and of the love that will live in eternity.
【难句解析】本句的前半部分是倒装句，主语是the pain和her song; for 后主语是she,谓语是sang of；在for 引导原因状语从句中，它的后面带有两个带定语从句的名词短语the love that...作宾语。