Unit 4 The Nightingale and the rose

文学作品the nightingale and the rose汉译实践与赏析
《夜莺与玫瑰》，是一部由英国作家奥斯卡·王尔德撰写的童话。

故事以一只夜莺和一朵玫瑰之间的爱情为主题，讲述了一个可爱的小姑娘对一颗红玫瑰的渴望。

一只夜莺正在夜里歌唱，一位学生在树下听着它的歌声，他想送一颗红玫瑰给一位可爱的女孩，但却找不到一朵红玫瑰。

夜莺看到了学生的苦恼，便准备帮助他。

它先飞到森林里，去寻找一颗红玫瑰，可是却没有找到。

于是它又飞到花园里，可是又见不到一朵红玫瑰，只有一朵黄玫瑰，它便把黄玫瑰抓住，飞回了夜里。

夜莺把黄玫瑰放在树上，它张开双翅，用尽自己的力气，将黄玫瑰变成了一朵红玫瑰。

但是，它用尽了所有的力气，以至于自己的羽毛都掉光了，它的身体也变得虚弱，甚至不能再飞翔了。

学生看见了夜莺的牺牲，感动不已，把这朵红玫瑰送给了那位可爱的女孩，而夜莺终于以牺牲的方式达成了自己的目的。

奥斯卡·王尔德的童话《夜莺与玫瑰》，以其精彩的情节，浓烈的感情，表达了勇气、牺牲、爱情和信仰的主
题，它把爱情融入了传统童话里，使人们认识到爱情的力量，并鼓励人们去做自己的梦想。

作文梗概《夜莺与玫瑰》英文回答：The Nightingale and the Rose: A Summary.The "Nightingale and the Rose" is a short story by Oscar Wilde, in which a nightingale sings a beautiful song for a Red Rose, in the hope that the Rose will give its flower to a Student it loves. However, the Rose isunwilling to part with its flower, and the Nightingale is forced to sacrifice its own life to create a red rose for the Student.The story is a metaphor for the power of art and the importance of self-sacrifice. The Nightingale's song is a work of art that is created out of pure love, and theRose's unwillingness to part with its flower is a symbol of the egotism that can prevent us from appreciating the beauty of art. The Nightingale's ultimate sacrifice is a testament to the power of art to inspire us to great actsof love and compassion.中文回答：夜莺与玫瑰，梗概。

T h e_N i g h t n g a l e_a n d_t h e_R o s e_夜莺与玫瑰__原文及译文The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde 1"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。

”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。

”2From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.一只在栎树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。

3"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears."Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wisemen have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, andsorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。

the nightingale and the rose的思政元素《夜莺与玫瑰》是一个关于牺牲、奉献和真爱的故事，其中蕴含了丰富的思政元素。

以下是几个方面的思政元素：
1. 牺牲精神：为了得到珍贵的玫瑰，夜莺付出了生命的代价。

这种为了信仰和理想而自我牺牲的精神，是思政教育中的一个重要方面。

教育学生要勇于付出，懂得为更大的目标而奋斗。

2. 奉献精神：夜莺为了帮助别人，不惜付出自己的生命。

这种奉献精神是社会进步的动力之一，也是思政教育中倡导的重要品质。

引导学生树立奉献意识，为社会做出贡献。

3. 真爱至上：夜莺为了追求真爱，勇敢地面对困难和挑战。

这种对真爱的执着和坚守，是思政教育中强调的价值观之一。

引导学生树立正确的爱情观，追求真爱并为之努力。

4. 信仰的力量：夜莺为了得到玫瑰，坚信自己的信仰和追求。

这种信仰的力量是推动个人和社会进步的重要因素。

引导学生树立坚定的信仰，为自己的目标和理想而奋斗。

5. 诚信的价值：夜莺没有欺骗和隐瞒自己的意图，而是坦诚地告诉玫瑰自己的目的。

虽然最终没有得到玫瑰，但夜莺的诚信品质得到了体现。

引导学生认识到诚信在现代社会中的重要性，树立诚信意识。

《夜莺与玫瑰》中的思政元素涉及到牺牲精神、奉献精神、真爱至上、信仰的力量和诚信的价值等方面。

通过这个故事，可以引导学生树立正确的价值观和道德观念，为成为有理想、有道德、有文化、
有纪律的公民打下基础。

THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student, "but in all my garden there is no red rose."From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered."No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my life made wretched.""Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night," murmured the young student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.""Here, indeed, is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.""The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her:" and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his facein his hands, and wept."Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air."Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam."Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice."He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale."For a red rose?" they cried: "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."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 (一种玫瑰), 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 (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window (一种玫瑰), 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 that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.""One red rose is all 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 moonligh t, 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 me veins, and become mine.""Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. 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, where she had left him, 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, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweetas homey, and his breath is like frankincense."The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches."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, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket."She had form," her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—"that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the moon shone in the heavens 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 cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away 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. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.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, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.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 (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart.But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, 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 it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea."Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made not 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 a red rose! I havenever seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name;" and he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s h ouse with the rose in his hand.The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet."You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But he girl frowned."I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it."Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has;" and she got up from her chair and went into the house."What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学)."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.。

现代大学英语精读课后答案Lesson Four The Nightingale and the RoseLesson Four The Nightingale and the RoseI. Oral Work1. Discuss the following:1) The characters’ different attitudes towards love:(1) The Student’s(2) The Lizard’s, the Butterfly’s and the Daisy’s(3) The Nightingale’s2) Is love better than life, as the Nightingale believed? Interview other students. Be prepared to summarize their ideas.II. Vocabulary1. Practice using the rules of word formation.1) Examine how the compound nouns from the text are formed. Work out their meanings. Add more words that are formed in the same way.sunbeam (para. 9) grass-plot (para.14) rose-tree (para. 14) sun-dial (para. 16)moonlight (para. 26) life-blood (para. 27) oak-tree (para. 31) bridegroom(para.39) 339)These compound nouns are formed by ____________+___________.2) Examine how the word " sincerity" is formed. Find out the meaning of the noun suffix "-ty " with the help of a dictionary.sincerity: ______+ _______3) Turn the following adjectives into nouns ending with " -ty" or " -ity" and then vice versa. Add more words to the list.Adjective Nounable ________________________active ________________________available ________________________certain ________________________cruel ________________________curious ________________________relative ________________________________________________ stupidity________________________ capability________________________ creativity________________________ humanity________________________ responsibility________________________ originality________________________ possibility________________________ probability________________________ specialty________________________ visibility________________________ ________________________4) Complete the sentences with the words in the brackets in their noun forms.(1) The road to success is always under______________(construct) .(2) ______(creative) is finding new things or expressing old ideas in new ways.(3) High__________ (motivate) will always beat mere talent.(4) Winning organizations will be those that give individuals the chance to make a ________ (differ).(5) Hard work is the best ________ (invest) a man can make.(6) Learn to take risks and stretch beyond what you think your__________(capable).(7) Progress is the __________(active) of today and the assurance of tomorrow.(8) The Nazi war criminals were condemned for crimesagainst________(human).(9) _________(poor) is the root of all evils.(10) The more a man learns, the more he sees his _________ (ignorant).(11) Misfortune tests the ________ (sincere } of friends.(12) ___________(polite) costs nothing and gains everything.(13) ____________(curious) keeps us moving forward, exploring new ways and opening new doors.(14) Often those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain about its ___________(short).2. Give words or expressions with similar meanings.10) to pluck11) precisely12) real13) silly14) to supervise15) to tremble16) to weep17) wretched1) to chill2) dear (said of life)3) delicate (said of color)4) faint (said of voice)5) to fling6) great7) to nip8) pang9) plot (said of land)3. Complete the sentences with the expressions listed below in their proper forms.for want of in return something of ato be blind., (.blue, drunk ...) wjth to be fond of to press agaistto be compared to to linger on1) The boy stumbled out of the room, ______________________sleep.2) She _________her face ____________the window and saw that it had started to snow outside.3)_________ something better to do, he decided to try gardening.4) The government should respect people's citizen rights. And the people _______ should give the government their support.5) In spite of the medicine, the pain _____ .6) Our exports have increased by 20% ______ the same period of last year.7) This young man __________ fixing things. He could fix almost everything. He was____________jack-of-all-trades8) _______ other industrial cities, this one is the least polluted.9) ____________a better word, let's call this "backdoorism".10) Lin Lin is more hardworking __________ many other officials.11) Her face ___________ cold when she came back through the snowstorm.4. Put the following into English.1) 举行舞会 8）按下门铃2）举行晚会 9）牺牲性命3）举行记者招待会 10）掐去花蕾4）埋葬宝物 11）穿透心脏5）以手遮面 12）否认事实6）摘下花朵 13）否认指控7）付出代价 14）装满瓶子5. Complete the sentences with the following phrasal verbs of “go” in their proper forms.to go b) to go on with to go up to go ahead to go on to go together go into n go over to go o to go through1 ) Don't wait for me. You just ______________.2) This time, we shouldn't let the chance_____________.3) The light suddenly____________ when I was working on the computer the other day.4) The visitors were surprised to see so many buildings___________ at the same time.5) There is a grand opening ceremony ____________in the Workers' Stadium.6) In spite of the opposition, he __________the plan.7) I've ______ her paper. It is full of new ideas.8) We didn't expect that the time taken for____________ the customs would be so long.9) It is a long story. But I won't___________ the history of the matter.10) The color of your hat should___________ that of your coat. This hat is brown, and your coat is red. These two colors justdon't_______________.6. Give the meanings of the underlined parts in the sentences below. Note how the meanings are different in different contexts.1) The speaker cleared his throat before he started to talk.2) Suddenly the rain stopped and the sky cleared. We were all overjoyed.3) Why don't you go out for a walk to clear your head?4) I'd like to clear my debts as quickly as possible. I don't like owing people money.5) I'm still not quite clear about the cause of international terrorism.6) Each prisoner was locked in a small cell.7) Human brains have more than 100 million cells per cubic centimetre (每立方厘米).8) Attention, please. Passengers for Shanghai are now boarding on Platform 5.9) Mary is Party B's representative on the Board of Directors.10) I pay $350 a month for board and lodging.11) The boards on the floor are in need of repair.7. Give the sentence patterns of the underlined parts in the sentences below, and then using the patterns, rewrite the sentences that follow."Give me a red rose, " she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song. " (para. 14) "Press closer, little Nightingale, " cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished. " (para. 37)Sentence patterns:1) If you read Lu Xun, your mind will include a piece of Lu Xun's.2) If you drink tomato juice for some time, you will not be afraid of seeing blood.3) If you rest for a while, your headache will be gone.4) If you give Jimmy too much money, he will develop some bad habit.5) If you don't improve the quality of your product, you will lose your market.6) If you don't punish these people severely, illegal trade in wild life will never stop.7) If you don't take this opportunity, you will live to regret it.8) If we don’t stop polluting our rivers and lakes immediately, we will be in deep trouble.8. Put in the missing words.Music has traditionally been a recreational activity. It has recently become part of our everyday (1) __________ , including our work.It is not easily (2)__________ but it is everywhere. Its influence is very small (3) _______ measurable. Whether in restaurants, shopping centers (4) ________assembly lines—even farms—background or mood music can be (5) _______ almostanywhere in the United States from hushed executive offices (6) _________ noisy loadingyard. One hand tool manufacturing (7) ____________ found that efficiency increased(8 )__________4. 5 % with the introduction of background music. A California fannerdiscovered that such music (9) ________ nervous cattle and prevented stampedes (马群或牛群受惊奔跑) that (10) ________ to cause thousands of (11) __________ indamage. The type of music (12) to have an impact. Department stores play (13)_______ music during the week to encourage (14) ? ____ but speed up the beat on (15)______ when the crowds are heavier. "The music is basically designed not to (16)_______ listened to," says one background music man, "but to (17)_______ a favorable mood or build a tempo to work (18) ________. "III. Grammar1. Combine each pair of the sentences as shown in the example.Example: The Teahouse is a good play. I've never seen a better Chinese play before.— The Teahouse is the best Chinese play I've ever seen.1 ) Xiao Fang is a smart girl. I've never known a smarter girl.2) This is a fantastic story. I've never heard a more fantastic story.3) 15, 000 yuan is the lowest price. We can't offer anything lower than that for this laptop4) Pearl Harbor is a very good film. I have not seen a better American film for quite a while.5) Lin is an easy-going professor. I've never met a more easy-going professor.6) There was a terrible storm last night. I can't remember a worse one.7) Dialogue on CCTV is a thought-provoking talk show. I think it is better than any other talk shows CCTV offers.8) Mr. Cui is a witty talk show host. I don’t think you can find any wittier talk show host at the moment.9) In the 1930s, nursing and teaching were very good jobs for capable women. They could dream of no better jobs.10) These are delicious Korean noodles. We haven't had such good noodles for a long time.2. Complete the sentences by translating the -Chinese in the brackets Into English, using "all/everything etc. +a relative clause".1) (医生作了最大努力) to save the injured miners.2) Much as I respect the professor, __（我并不总是同意他说的一切）.3) Some parents can't say no to their children and never deny them_______________________（他们所要的任何东西）.4) (他一个星期辛勤劳动所得) was only a sack of rotten rice.5) (他妻子信里所写的) is one word: forgiven.6) (医生说的话没有一句 ) could shake her belief that though her son was physically crippled he was not mentally so.7) Well take seriously _______ _ (你所提出的任何建议).8) (他在一本通俗杂志中读到的一些东西) arousedhis interest in folk medicine.9) (能做到的都已经做了), but the patient has shownno sign of improvement.10) (这位艺术家所画的任何作品) was eagerly soughtafter.11) Each human being is born as something new, （一种以前不存在的东西）.can/can't | may (not) j might (not) | must/mustn't | have to(1) In this mountain village there are still adults who____ .. read and write.(2) As a teacher, you _______ mind what you say before the children.(3) Public servants _______ take advantage of their position for their personal interests.(4) As the eldest son of a poor family, I _______ help support the family, and _____ start work at 15 when my father was out of a job.(5) Once Galileo said, "You _______ teach a man anything. You ____only help him discover it within himself. "(6) —________ I have another ice cream?—No, you _______. You've had two. Too much ice cream _______ upset your stomach.(7) —What ____.... I do? My passport's stolen.—I think you _______ tell the local police about it immediately.(8) —I badly need a copy of yesterday's China Daily. Where do you thinkI _______ get one?—Why don't you go to the post office? I saw quite a few there just an hour ago. There _______ still be some.(9) —Do you think the director ______? still be in his office? I've got something that I _______ report to him without delay.—He _______ be there at this hour. And his car isn't where he usuallyparks it.(10) —Someone's fixed our computer. Who do you think it _______ be?— It____________ be Xiao Lu. He's the expert in the department. But It_______ be somebody else. Many people have offered to help.(11) —I'm afraid I _________be going now. It's getting late.—_________ you stay a little longer?—I'd like to. But I __________catch the last bus.—I won't keep you then.—Good night. It's been a pleasure.4. Put in proper prepositions.1) He got to know his wife _____ a Marriage Bureau.2)1 don't think it's proper to discuss such important matters _______the telephone.3) People may not know that sometimes they act _____ their father or mother.4) _____ a hardened businessman he never admits that sometimes he wants to cry _____ a baby.5) He slept _____ the concert and woke up only to find everybody gone.6) ________ the past fifteen years the coastal town has grown _______ a prosperousport.7) The bullet went _____ the wall and fell on the man's desk.8) What he likes to do after a day in the office is to chat with a friend or two _____ a glass of wine.9) Patting the family dog can help you to live longer, said Jim. _____a psychologist （心理学家), he believes that pet owners suffer less_____stress and high blood pressure than people _____ a cat or dog _____ the house. _____ part of a three-year study he brought groups of people together _____ their pets. He found that their blood pressure was much lower when they were alone _____ their pets than when they were left to talk ________ each other.10) Many patients who don't want to tell their doctor how much they really drink are often more honest _____ a computer. The computer used _________ this purpose isprogrammed to be friendly. For example, if a patient called Ann says that both herparents are dead, the computer will say: "I'm sorry to hear that, Ann. "expressing sympathy, the computer can also question and remind. If a patient says he never drinks alcohol, the computer can ask him: "Never? Not even parties or __ Christmas?" Does this direct contact ______the patients and the computer mean that we do not need doctors any more?It depends. Computers are useful because they do not look shocked if you say you drink two bottles _____whisky a day. And they do not stop to talk ______ the phone as doctors often do.But as a doctor said: "We smile and we give a patient a handkerchief orput an arm _____ her shoulder if she is crying. That is why people will always want us.”5. Identify and correct the mistake in each of the sentences.1) Something which a witness said during the trial has been bothering me.2) Many parents mistakenly believe that the more toys children have, they will be more creative.3) A house without a book is as a room without a window.4) He was very glad to see his old friend that tears ran down his cheeks.5) People believe that tomorrow's car will be bigger, faster, and more comfortable as before.6) Both on land and sea, helicopters (直升飞机) have rescued many people.7) Jim is intelligent, but not as hard-working like his sister.8) The most humorous person whom I've ever met is my teacher of Chinese.9)1 don't believe an old man of 80 could be so strong to knock down a door.10) All those that the people want are lasting peace and social progress.IV. Written WorkDescribe how the Nightingale built a red rose out of music in about 150 words.Key to the ExercisesII. VocabularyI. Practice using the rules of word formation.1) Examine how the compound nouns from the text are formed Work out their meanings. Add more words that are formed in the same way.These compound nouns are formed by noun+noun.2) Examine how the word "sincerity" is formed. Find out the meaning of the noun suffix "-ty" with the help of a dictionary.sincerity; sincere + -ityThe suffix "-ty", from French, is used to form abstract nouns that refer to the state of having a particular quality or sth. that has that quality.e. g. certain + -ty —? certaintyNote: "-ity" is a variant form of "-ty".3)Turn the following adjectives into nouns ending with "-ty" or "-ity" and then vice versa. Add more words to the list.Adjective Noun Adjective Nounable ability stupid stupidityactive activity capable capabilityavailable availability creative creativitycertain certainty human humanitycruel cruelty responsible responsibilitycurious curiosity original originalityrelative relativity possible possibilityprobable probabilityspecial specialtyvisible visibility4) Complete the sentence with the words in the brackets in their noun forms.(1) construction (8) humanity(2) Creativity (9) Poverty(3) motivation (10) ignorance(4) difference (11) sincerity(5) investment (12) Politeness(6) capabilities (13) Curiosity(7) activity (14) shortness2. Give words or expressions with similar meanings.1) to freeze 10) to pick/to pull off2) precious 11) exactly3) soft 12) true/genuine/actual4) low/soft/weak 13) foolish/stupid/unwise/dumb/brainless5) to throw/to toss/to cast 14) to watch over/to look after/to control/to6) big/gigantic/huge/large preside over/to manage/to direct/to guide7) to cut/to cut short/to cut off/to destroy 15) to shake/to shiver/to quiver8) ache/pain 16) to sob/to cry9)area/field/patch/space/section/lot 17)miserable/unhappy/pitiful/unfortunate/sorrowful/ broken-hearted3. Complete the sentences with the expressions listed below in their proper forms .1) blind with 2) pressed, against 3) For want of4) in return 5) lingered on 6) compared to7) was fond of, something of 8) Compared to 9) For want of10) compared to 11) was blue with4. Put the following into English.1) to give/hold/have a ball 8) to press the doorbell2) to give/hold/have/throw a party 9) to sacrifice/give/lay down one's life'3) to give a press conference 10) to nip the buds4) to bury the treasures 11) to pierce the heart5) to bury/cover one's face in one's hands 12) to deny the fact6) to pluck/pick the flowers 13) to deny the charge7) to pay the price 14) to fill up the bottle5. Complete the sentences with the following phrasal verbs of "go" in their properforms.1) go ahead 2) go by 3) went off 4) going up5) going on 6) went on with 7) gone over 8) going through9) go into 10) go with, go together6. Give the meanings of the underlined parts in the sentences below. Note how the meanings are different in different contexts.1) 清了清（嗓子） 7）细胞2) 放晴了 8）登机3）清醒清醒（头脑） 9）董事（委员）会4）还清（债务） 10）伙食5）清楚地 11）木板6）牢房7. Give the sentence patterns of the underlined parts in the sentences below, and then using the patterns, rewrite the sentences that follow.Sentence patterns: imperative + and + clauseimperative + or + clauseOne possibility of the sentences;1) Read Lu Xun and your mind will include a piece of his.2) Drink tomato juice for some time and you will not be afraid of seeing blood.3) Rest for a while and your headache will be gone.4) Give Jimmy less money, or he will develop some bad habit.5) Improve the quality of your product, or you will lose your market.6) Punish these people severely, or illegal trade in wild life will never stop.7) Take this opportunity, or you will live to regret it.8) Stop polluting our rivers and lakes immediately, or we will be in deep trouble.8. Put in the missing words.(1) lives (2) noticed (3) but (4) or (5) heard(6) to (7) plant (8) by (9) calmed (10) used(11) dollars (12) seems (13) slower (14) shopping (15) weekends (16) be (17) create (18) toIII. Grammar1. Combine each pair of the sentences as shown in the example.1) Xiao Fang is the smartest girl I've ever known.2) This is the most fantastic story I've ever heard.3) 15,000 yuan is the lowest price we can offer for this laptop.4) Pearl Harbor is the best American film I've seen for quite a while.5) Lin is the most easy-going professor I've ever met.6) The storm last night was the worst I can remember.7) I think Dialogue is the most thought-provoking talk show CCTV offers.8) I think Mr. Cui is the wittiest talk show host you can find at the moment.9) In the 1930s, nursing and teaching were the best jobs capable women could dream of.10) These are the most delicious noodles we've had since a long time ago.2. Complete the sentences by translating the -Chinese in the brackets Into English, using "all/everything etc. +a relative clause".1) The doctors did all they could2) I don't always agree with everything he says3) anything they ask for4) All he got from a week of hard work5) All that is written in his wife's letter6) Nothing the doctors said7) anything you suggest8) Something he read in a popular magazine9) All that can be done is done10) Anything the artist painted11) something that never existed before3. Put in the blanks proper modals listed below.(1) can't (ability)(2) must (obligation)(3) mustn't (obligation)(4) must (obligation) , had to (necessity)(5) cannot (possibility), can (possibility)(6) May (permission), can't (permission), might (possibility)(7) can (possibility), must (obligation)(8) can/may (possibility), must (subject certainty)(9) might (possibility), have to (necessity), can't (possibility)(10) could (possibility), could (possibility), might (possibility)(11) must (necessity), can't (possibility), have to (necessity)Note: According to the Ox ford Advanced Learner's Dictionary, the 2000 edition, thereisn't much difference between "must" and "have to" in American English. The latter is more common, especially in speech. In British English there is a difference between them. "Must" is used to talk about what the speaker or listener wants, and "have (got) to" about rules, laws and other people's wishes. There are no past or future forms of "must".4. Put in proper prepositions.1) through 2) over 3) like 4) As, like5) through 6) Over/In/During, into 7) through 8) over9) As, from, without, around. As, with, with, to10) with, for, Besides/Apart from, at, at, between, of, on round/around5. Identify and correct the mistake in each of the sentences.1) Something (that) a witness said during the trial has been bothering me.2) Many parents mistakenly believe that the more toys children have, the more creative they will be.3) A house without a book is like a room without a window.4) He was 50 glad to see his old friend that tears ran down his cheeks.5) People believe that tomorrow's car will be bigger, faster, and more comfortable than before.6) Both on land and at sea, helicopters have rescued many people.7) Jim is intelligent, but not as hard-working as his sister.8) The most humorous person (that) I've ever met is my teacher of Chinese.9) I don't believe an old man of 80 could be so strong as to knock downa door.10) All that the people want are lasting peace and social progress.IV. Written WorkDescribe how the Nightingale built a red rose out of music in about 150 words.Sample:When the moon rose, the Nightingale set her breast against the thorn of (he Rose-tree. She sang of the love between a boy and a girl and a white rose blossomed. The Tree urged the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn to finish the rose before dawn. The Nightingale did as she was told and the thorn went deeper. She sang of the passion in the soul of a man and a "woman and the rose turned pink. The Tree told the Nightingale to press still closer because the heart of the rose remained white. She obeyed. She sang of the love that was perfected by death but did not die in death. Throughout the night, the Nightingale sang. Her song grew louder and louder while her pain became bitter and bitter. Finally the thorn reached her heart and she died, but the rose was finished. It was red all over, petal and heart. (155 words)《现代安全管理》模拟题（补）一．单项选择题1.“3E原则”认为可以采取（A）三种对策防止事故的发生。

The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde1 "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student;"but in all my garde n there is no red rose."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。

”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。

”2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out throughthe leaves, and won dered.一只在栋树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。

3 "No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, onwhat little things does happ in ess depe nd! I have read all that the wise men have writte n, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4 "Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though Iknew him not: ni ght after ni ght have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth -blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory , and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。

The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde1"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student;"but in all my garden there is no red rose."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。

”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。

”2From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.一只在栎树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。

3"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him.His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。

The Nightingale and the RoseOscar Wilde1 "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.3 "No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and hisbeautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things doeshappiness depend! I have read all that the wise men havewritten, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet forwant of a red rose is my life made wretched."4 "Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."5 "The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me,and my heart will break."6 "Here indeed is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers - what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."7 "The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.8 "Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.9 "Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.10 "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.11 "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.12 "For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.13 But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.14 Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. Shepassed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.15 In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.16 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."17 But the Tree shook its head.18 "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."19 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.20 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."21 But the Tree shook its head.22 "My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."23 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.24 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."25 But the Tree shook its head.26 "My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. 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."27 "One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"28 "There is a way," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."29 "Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."30 "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 my veins, and become mine."31 "Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"32 So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She sweptover the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.33 The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.34 "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, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."35 The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.36 But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.37 "Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."38 So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.39 When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.40 "She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she islike most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.41 And when the Moon shone in the heavens 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 cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.42 She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the top-most spray of the Tree.43 But the Tree cried to the Nightingale topress closer against the thorn. "Press closer,little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Daywill come before the rose is finished."44 So the Nightingale pressed closeragainst 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.45 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, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.46 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."47 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.48 And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.49 But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.50 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 it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams.It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea.51 "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.52 And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.53 "Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.54 Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the rose in his hand.55 The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk ona reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.56 "You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," 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."57 But the girl frowned.58 "I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."59 "Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.60 "Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don't believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has"; and she got up from her chair and went into the house.61 "What a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."62 So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.夜莺与玫瑰奥斯卡·王尔德著，俊译“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。

the nightingale and the rose主要内容《夜莺与玫瑰》是一篇由英国作家奥斯卡·王尔德所创作的著名童话。

这个故事充满了象征和隐喻，向读者展示了爱情、牺牲和人性中的矛盾。

故事的主要内容围绕着一只夜莺和一朵红玫瑰展开。

一位年轻的学生深深地爱上了一位年轻的女子，他希望能送她一朵红玫瑰来表达自己的爱意。

然而，在寒冷的冬天，红玫瑰并不容易找到。

学生四处寻找，最终找到了一朵正在生长的玫瑰，但它还没有开放，而且需要音乐才能盛开。

于是，学生开始四处寻找能唱歌的夜莺。

最终，他找到了一只夜莺，并请求它为了爱情而唱歌，使玫瑰盛开。

夜莺被学生的爱情故事所打动，决定帮助他。

夜莺唱出了最美妙的歌声，使玫瑰最终盛开。

然而，夜莺因为唱歌过度而耗尽了生命，最终死在了玫瑰树上。

学生带着这朵红玫瑰去找心爱的女子，却得知她已经和另一位有钱人订婚了。

学生感到绝望，他把玫瑰扔到了大街上，玫瑰被车轮碾碎，红色的花瓣洒落在泥土上。

这个故事深刻地揭示了爱情和牺牲的主题。

夜莺为了爱情而牺牲了自己的生命，但最终却没有得到任何回报。

这反映了爱情的无私和盲目，同时也揭示了人性的复杂和矛盾。

此外，这个故事也暗示了社会的不公和虚伪。

年轻的女子因为金钱而选择了别人，而真心爱她的学生却因为贫穷而无法得到她的爱。

这种社会现象在王尔德的时代就已经存在，而今天，这个问题依然存在，使得这个故事具有了更加深远的现实意义。

总的来说，《夜莺与玫瑰》是一篇充满象征和隐喻的童话故事，它通过夜莺、玫瑰和学生等角色的故事，向读者展示了爱情、牺牲和人性的复杂面貌。

这个故事不仅具有文学价值，也具有深刻的社会意义。

The Nightingale and the RoseOscar Wilde "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered."No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.""Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose,I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.""Here indeed is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers--what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.""The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student,"and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept."Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air."Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam."Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbor, in a soft, low voice."He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale."For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."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 who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the 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 that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. 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 I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?""There is away," 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 my veins, and become mine.""Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. 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, where she had left him, 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, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches."Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very 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, and pulled a note-book and alead-pencil out of his pocket."She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove"That cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the Moon shone in the heavens 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 cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song.Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.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, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.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 marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, 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 it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams.It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea."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 a red rose! I have never seen anyrose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the rose in his hand.The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet."You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student."Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But the girl frowned."I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and,besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it."Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude;and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don't believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has"; and she got up from her chair and went into the house."What I a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away."It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything,and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact,it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.。

THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student, "but in all my garden there is no red rose."From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered."No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my life made wretched.""Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night," murmured the young student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.""Here, indeed, is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.""The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her:" and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept."Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air."Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam."Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice."He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale."For a red rose?" they cried: "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."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 (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the oldsun-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 (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window (一种玫瑰), 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 that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.""One red rose is all 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 moonligh t, 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 me veins, and become mine.""Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. 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, where she had left him, 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, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense."The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches."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, and pulled a note-book anda lead-pencil out of his pocket."She had form," her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—"that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the moon shone in the heavens 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 cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away 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. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.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, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.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 (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart.But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, 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 it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea."Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made not 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 a red rose! I havenever seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name;" and he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s h ouse with the rose in his hand.The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet."You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But he girl frowned."I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it."Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has;" and she got up from her chair and went into the house."What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学)."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.。

The Nightingale and the RoseThe Author ：Ward 【En】“She said that she would dance with me if I bought her a red rose,” cried the young student，“but in all my garden there is no red rose。

”From her nest in the oak tree，the Nightingale heard him, and She looked out though the leaves and wondered。

“No red rose in my garden！” He cried，and his beautiful eyes field with tears. “Ah，on what little things does happiness depend? I have red lots of books, and have great knowledge, yet the lack of a red rose makes me very sad.”“Here is a true lover，” said the Nightingale “I have sung of him night after night，though I did not know him. I have told his story to stars, and now I see him. His lips are red as rose of his desire. But sorrow has made his face pale i vory.””The prince gives a ball tomorrow night，”said the young student “and my love will take part。