yellow fairy tale book

Chapter 43 Nightingale (1)

I guess you all know that in China, the emperor is Chinese and everyone in the palace is Chinese.The story I tell happened many, many years ago, but it is worth telling you before it is forgotten.

The emperor has the most magnificent palaces in the world, all of them are covered with precious glass, but the glass is easy to break, so you must be careful when touching it.The imperial garden is full of exotic flowers and plants, and the most beautiful flowers are tied with small silver bells. People passing by can't help but stop and watch when they hear the tinkle.Everything in the imperial garden is beautifully arranged, and the imperial garden is so large that even the people in charge of the garden don't know where it ends.If you go to the end, you will come to a lush forest with many towering trees and bottomless lakes.The forest stretches along the slope to the blue sea, and the big boat can be parked under the big trees by the sea.And right in these trees lived a nightingale, whose song was so sweet that even a poor fisherman would stop and listen when he was too busy casting his nets at night. "How well it is sung!" said he, but he had work to do, and the Nightingale was obliged to be forgotten.But the next night the nightingale sang again, and the fisherman passed by and said the same thing: "How beautiful it is!"

Many tourists from all over the world come to visit the imperial city. They admire the palace and the imperial garden, but after hearing the nightingale sing, they all say, "After all, this is the most wonderful thing!"

After the tourists returned home, they publicized what they saw and heard during their trip to China, so profound scholars wrote many books about the imperial city, palace and imperial garden in China, but they did not forget to mention the nightingale and praised it; all the poets They also wrote beautiful poems based on the nightingale in the forest by the sea.

These books were spread all over the world, and some also reached the hands of the emperors of China.He sat on the golden throne reading these books, nodding his head from time to time, and was very proud of the wonderful descriptions of the imperial city, palace and imperial garden. "However, the nightingale's song is much sweeter than theirs," he read.

"What's the matter?" said the Emperor. "I don't know anything about nightingales! Is there such a bird in my country, and besides my garden? I've never heard of it! Look, I read it from a book, Know this once!"

He called the steward of the palace over.This person has always been defiant. To those who are lower than him, whether he is talking to him or asking him a question, he only says "呀". No one understands what this "呀" means.

"We have a strange bird here called the Nightingale," said the Emperor, "and they say it is the most wonderful thing in my country. Why has no one ever told me about it?"

"I've never heard of it!" said the steward, "I'll go find out!"

Where can I find out?The steward ran up and down between the hall and the corridor, back and forth, but no one he met had heard of Nightingale.So the steward ran to report to the emperor, saying that it must have been made up by the person who wrote the book.

"Your Majesty, don't believe these articles to be true! Some articles are deceiving people!"

"But the book I'm reading was sent by the Emperor of Japan. It can't be made up." The emperor said, "I want to hear the nightingale sing with my own ears! You can find it for me tonight! I want to read it." The imperial decree summoned it, if it cannot be found, everyone in the palace will be punished after dinner!"

"The minister leads the decree!" After saying that, the chief steward hurriedly ran down the steps, passing through the halls and corridors, and half of the officials in the palace ran after him, because no one wanted to be boarded.They asked everywhere about the magical nightingale--in fact, the whole world knew about this nightingale, only the people in the palace were kept in the dark.

At last they met a poor little girl in the kitchen, who said, "Oh! I know the nightingale, and she sings very well! My poor mother is sick, and I am told to take the leftovers from the palace." To her. Every night I have to send food home, and when I am sleepy and tired, I rest in the woods for a while, then I can hear the nightingale singing, and I cry when I listen to it, I always feel like my mother like kissing me!"

"Little girl!" said the steward, "The emperor will summon Nightingale tonight. If you can take us to find it, I will arrange for you to work in the kitchen. You still have a chance to serve the emperor for dinner."

So the little girl led the steward towards the woods, followed by half the people in the palace.

As he was walking, a cow barked.

"Ah!" said one of the courtiers, "here we have found it! I never imagined that a little bird could have such a loud voice! I am sure we must have heard it somewhere before!"

"No, no, that's a cow!" said the little girl. "There's still a long way to go!"

They walked on again, when the frog in the swamp croaked. "Great!" said the Zen master in the palace. "We heard it! It sounded like knocking on a wooden fish!"

"No, no, that's the cry of a frog!" said the little girl. "But we shall soon hear the nightingale sing!"

At this time, the nightingale sang. "There it is!" cried the little girl. "Listen! There it is!" She pointed to a little gray bird on a branch.

"It's unbelievable!" said the steward, "I didn't expect it to look so inconspicuous! It must have been scared off by seeing so many noble people around it!"

"Little Nightingale!" cried the little girl, "our noble Emperor wants you to come and sing before him!"

"Very, very happy!" After saying that, Nightingale sang a wonderful song, and everyone who heard it was filled with joy.

"It sounds like a glass bell!" said the steward. "Look how beautiful his little voice is! It's strange that we've never heard him sing. He'll be famous at court."

"Do you want me to sing for the emperor again?" Nightingale asked, thinking that the emperor was present.

"Honorable little nightingale," said the steward, "it is my great honor to invite you to the palace tonight. Your singing will surely fascinate the supreme emperor!"

"I sing best in the green woods!" said the Nightingale.Nevertheless, when he heard that the emperor wanted to hear it sing, he happily followed them into the palace.

Everything in the palace has been refurbished.The walls of glazed bricks shone in the light of thousands of golden lamps, and the most beautiful flowers hung with silver bells were carried to the corridors.People rushing back and forth made the silver bells jingle so that they couldn't even hear their own voices.The emperor sat in the center of the hall, where a perch made of gold was erected for the nightingale to perch on.All the people in the palace came, and the little girl who was doing odd jobs in the kitchen was also waiting by the door. She is now the imperial cook.Everyone was dressed in their best clothes and looked at the little gray bird, for the Emperor was nodding to it.

The nightingale sang so beautifully that the emperor burst into tears.The nightingale sang better and better, and its singing touched everyone's heart.The emperor was very happy, and ordered his golden slippers to be hung around the nightingale's neck, but the nightingale refused, saying that it had already been rewarded enough. "I saw the teardrops in the emperor's eyes—that is the best reward for me!" After that, it sang tactfully again.

"Why didn't I know that I could still please the emperor like this!" All the court ladies present said so.So they all took a sip of water in their mouths, and when people talked to them, they made a gurgling sound, thinking that they would become nightingales.The servants and maids also said that they like Nightingale - this kind of evaluation is not easy, because they are the most picky people.All in all, Nightingale was an unprecedented success.

The Nightingale had to live in the palace now, and she had her own cage, and she was free to go for a walk twice in the day and once in the evening.The emperor sent twelve servants to it, all holding a silk thread in their hands and tying its legs, but flying with silk threads on their legs is not much fun.

Everyone in the capital is talking about this magical bird.When two people meet, one will say the word "Ying", and the other will definitely say the word "Ying", and then they both sigh in unison, which is a tacit understanding.

Besides, eleven of the grocer's children were named "Nightingale," but none of them could sing a word of it.

(End of this chapter)