(原版)澳大利亞語文第三冊 LESSON 62

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LESSON 62 THE DAISY AND THE LARK

THE DAISY AND THE LARK

1. Now, listen! In the country, close by the roadside, stood a pleasant house. You must have seen one like it very often.

2. In front lay a little garden, enclosed by a fence, and full of blossoming flowers. Near the hedge, in the soft green grass, grew a little daisy. The sun shone as brightly and warmly upon her as it shone upon the large and beautiful garden flowers.

3. The daisy grew from day to day. Every morning she unfolded her little white rays [1] , and lifted up a little golden sun in the centre of her blossom. She never remembered how little she was. She never thought that she was hidden down in the grass, while the tall beautiful flowers grew in the garden.

4. She was too happy to care for such things. She lifted her face towards the warm sun, she looked up to the blue sky, and she listened to the lark singing high in the air.

5. One day the little daisy was as joyful as if it were a great holiday, and yet it was only Monday. The little children were at school. They sat at their desks learning their lessons. The daisy, on her tiny stem, was learning from the warm sun and the soft wind how good God is.

6. Then the lark sang his sweet song. It sounded just as if he felt every note.

How beautiful, how sweet the song is! said the daisy. "What a happy bird to sing so sweetly and fly so high!" But she never dreamed of being sorry because she could not fly nor sing.

7. The tall garden flowers by the fence were very proud and conceited [2] . The peonies [3] thought it very grand to be so large, and puffed themselves out to be larger than the roses.

8. "See how bright our colours are!" said the tulips [4] . And they stood bold upright to be seen more plainly. They did not notice the little daisy.

9. She said to herself, "How rich and beautiful they are ! No wonder the pretty bird likes them. I am glad I can live near them."

10. Just then the lark flew down.

Tweet, tweet, tweet, he cried, but he did not go near the peonies and tulips. He hopped into the grass near the lowly daisy. She trembled for joy. The little bird sang beside her: "Oh, what sweet, soft grass, and what a beautiful little flower, with gold in its heart and silver on its dress!"

11. How happy the little daisy felt! And the bird kissed her with his beak, sang to her, and then flew up into the blue air above.

12. The daisy looked up at the peonies and the tulips, but they were quite vexed, and turned their backs upon her. She did not care, she was so happy. When the sun was set, she folded up her leaves and went to sleep. All night long she dreamed of the warm sun and the pretty little bird.

13. The next morning, when she stretched out her white leaves to the warm air and the light, she heard the voice of the lark, but his song was sad.

14. Poor little lark ! He might well be sad: he had been made a prisoner in a cage that hung by the open window. He sang of the happy time when he could fly in the air, joyous and free.

15. The little daisy wished that she could help him. What could she do? She forgot all the beautiful things about her,— the warm sunshine, the soft breeze, and the shining leaves. She could only think of the poor bird and wish that she might help him.

16. Just then two boys came into the garden. They came straight to the daisy. One of them carried a sharp knife in his hand.

HE CUT A PIECE OF TURF ROUND THE DAISY.

We can cut a nice piece of turf [5] for the lark, here, he said.

And he cut a square piece of turf around the daisy, so that the little flower stood in the centre.

How bright the daisy looks! Let us leave it there.

17. He carried the piece of turf with the daisy growing in it, and placed it in the lark's cage. The poor bird was beating his wings against the iron bars of his cage, and the daisy wished that she could speak to him.

18. "There is no water here," said the captive lark. "All have gone, and forgotten to give me a drop of water to drink. My throat is hot and dry. I feel as if I were burning."

19. And he thrust his beak into the cool turf to refresh himself a little with the green grass. Within it was the daisy. He nodded to her, and kissed her with his beak.

Poor little flower! Have you come here, too?

How I wish I could comfort him! said the daisy. And she tried to fill the air with perfume.

20. The poor bird lay faint and weak on the floor of the cage. His heart was broken. The daisy drooped, sick and sorrowful, towards the earth.

21. In the morning the boys came, and when they found the bird was dead, they wept many bitter tears. They dug a little grave for him, and covered it with flowers.

Ah, if we had only cared for him before! they said.

The daisy had given her little life to make the captive bird glad.

—HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

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[1] rays: Petals.

[2] conceited: Proud, vain.

[3] peonies: Plants with large flowers.

[4] tulip: A plant of the lily family with flowers arranged along a stem.

[5] turf: The grassy layer on the surface of the ground.