The countryside is truly beautiful. It's summer! Wheat is golden and oats are green. Hay is stacked on green pastures, and the guan bird is walking with its long, red legs, purring in Egyptian. (Note: Because according to Danish folklore, storks flew from Egypt.) It was a language it learned from its mom. There are some large forests around the fields and pastures, and there are some deep ponds in the forests. Indeed, the countryside is very beautiful, the sun is shining on an old-fashioned house, and there are several deep streams flowing around it. From the corner of the wall all the way to the water, it was covered with large leaves of burdock. The largest leaves grow so tall that a small child can literally stand straight underneath. Like in the densest forest, it is desolate. There was a female duck sitting in the nest, and she had to hatch several of her ducklings. But by this time she was exhausted. Few guests came to see her. Other ducks would like to swim around in the stream than run under burdock to chat with her!
Finally, the duck eggs broke apart one by one. "Boom! sound! Eggshells rang out. All the yolks are now small animals. They stick out their little heads. "Gah! Ga! The hen duck said. They followed with a loud cry. They looked around under the green leaves. Mom told them to look as far as they could, because green was good for their eyes. "This world is big enough!" These young little ones said. Indeed, their present heaven and earth were very different than when they were in the eggshell. "You think this is the whole world!" Mom said. "This place stretches to the other side of the garden, all the way to the priest's field, and it is far away!" I haven't even been there myself! I guess you're all here, right? "She's standing." No, I haven't given birth to you yet! The big egg was still lying motionless. How long does it have to lie down? I'm really annoyed. So she sat down again." Well, what's the situation? An old duck who came to visit her asked. This egg took a long time! The sitting hen duck said. It is always not cracked. Please look at something else. They are some of the most endearing ducklings! All like their dad – this bad thing never came to see me once! "Let me see this old unripped egg," said the old guest, "and believe me, it is an egg of a spitting chicken." Once I was also deceived, you know, those little guys don't know how much trouble and distress I have given me, because they don't dare to go into the water. There was simply no way I could tell them to give it a try in the water. I said good to say evil, it is useless! - Let me see this egg. ah! It's a spitting chicken's egg! Let him lie down, and you can tell the other kids to go swimming. "I'll sit on it for a little longer," said mother duck, "I've been sitting on it for so long, it doesn't matter if I sit on it for another week." "Then please poop," said the old duck. So she quit.
Finally the big egg cracked. "Boom! sound! The newborn little guy screamed and crawled outside. He was big and ugly. Mother Duck glanced at him. "This little duckling is too big to be afraid of men," she said, "and none of the others are like him; but he is not at all like a little spitting chicken!" Well, let's give it a try right away.
He got into the water, and I kicked him into the water. "The weather the next day was sunny and beautiful. The sun shines on the green burdock. The mother duck took all her children to the creek. thump! She jumped into the water. "Yikes! wail! She cried, and the little ducks jumped down one by one. The water flooded over their heads, but they immediately popped up again and swam very beautifully. Their calves are paddled flexibly. They were all in the water, and even the ugly gray little guy was swimming with them.
Well, he's not a spitting, she said, you see how flexibly his legs are, how steady he floats! He's my biological child! If you look at him closely, he's pretty pretty. Ga! Ga! Come with me, and I will take you into the world and introduce you to the chicken farm. But you have to cling to Me, lest anyone else step on you. You have to watch out for cats!" "So they came to the chicken farm." There was a terrible noise in the field, because two families were fighting for an eel's head, and the cat snatched it away. "You see, the world is like this!" Mother Duck said. Her mouth was dripping with saliva because she wanted to eat that eel head too. "Use your legs now!" She said. "You bring out your spirits. If you see an old hen there, you have to keep your head down, because she is the most prestigious person here. She had Spanish ancestry—because she was very fat. You see, she has a red strip of cloth on her leg. It was a very remarkable thing, and the greatest glory a duck could have received: it was of great significance, that people did not want to lose her, and that animals and men had to know her. Pick yourself up – don't shrink your legs in. A well-bred duck always has its legs out, like Dad and Mom. Well, put your head down and say, 'Gah!' "They did. The other ducks stood by and watched, while saying in a rather loud voice, "Look! Now there are a bunch of guests looking for something to eat, as if we haven't had enough of us! bah! Look at that little duckling's ugly face! We can't get used to it! "So immediately a duck flew over and pecked at his neck." Please leave him alone," said Mom, "and he doesn't hurt anyone!" "Yes, but he is too big and too special," said the duck that pecked him, "and therefore he must be beaten!" "The children of that hen are all beautiful," said the hen with a red cloth on her leg, "and they are all beautiful, with only one exception." It's a shame. I hope to incubate him again. ”
"That can't be, ma'am," replied Mother Duck, "he's not good-looking, but he has a very good temper." He swims no worse than others—I can say that he swims better than others. I think he'll slowly grow pretty, or in due course, he might shrink a little bit. He had been lying in the egg for too long, so his appearance was a little unnatural. She said, pecking at his neck at the same time, and straightening his feathers. Besides, he's a male duck," she said, "so it doesn't matter much." I think his body is very strong, and he will always find a way out on his own in the future. "The other ducklings are very cute," said the old hen, "you are not welcome here." If you find an eel head, please give it to me. "They're here now, just like they're in their own home.
But the little duckling that crawled out of the eggshell was so ugly, beaten everywhere, squeezed out, ridiculed, not only in the ducks, but also in the chickens.
"He's so big and ugly!" Everybody says. There was a male spitting chicken that was born with a distance on his feet, so he thought he was an emperor. He blew himself like a sailboat full of wind, and came to him menacingly, staring at a pair of large eyes, and his face rose red. This poor duckling didn't know where to stand or where to go. He felt very sad because he looked so ugly and became a laughing object for all the chickens and ducks.
This was the case on the first day. It got worse and worse every day. Everyone was going to drive away the poor duckling; even his own brothers and sisters were angry with him. They always say, "You ugly monster, I hope the cat will catch you!" So my mother said, "I want you to go farther!" "The ducks pecked at him. The chicken beat him, and the maid who fed the chickens and ducks kicked him with her foot.
So he flew over the fence and fled; the birds of the bush flew into the air in panic as soon as they saw him. "It's because I'm so ugly!" Duckling thought. So he closed his eyes and kept running. In one breath, he ran into a swamp inhabited by wild ducks. He lay here all night because he was too tired and too depressed.
At dawn, the wild ducks flew up. They looked at the new friend.
"Who are you?" They asked. The duckling turned to this side and then to that side, and tried to salute everyone respectfully.
"You're ugly," said the wild ducks, "but as long as you don't marry any of the ducks of our clan, it doesn't matter to us much." "Poor little thing! He had no idea of getting married; he had only hoped that he would be allowed to lie in the reeds and drink some water from the swamp.
He lay there for two whole days. Then two geese—strictly speaking, two male geese, because they were two males—flew in. They hadn't been out of their mother's eggshell for long, so they were very naughty. "Listen, friend," they said, "you're so ugly and lovely that even I can't help but like you." Would you be a migratory bird and fly away with us? There is also a swampy area close to here, where there are several lively and cute geese. They're all young ladies and they're all going to say, 'Gah! You're so ugly, you can try your luck with them!' "Boom! syllable! There was a noise in the sky. The two male geese fell into the reeds, died, and stained the water bright red. "Boom! syllable! "There was another bang. The whole flock of geese flew up from the reeds, and then another burst of gunfire rang out. It turned out that someone was hunting on a large scale. Hunters were lurking around the swamp, and a few even sat on branches that stretched out over the reeds. Blue smoke enveloped the black trees like clouds, slowly drifting off into the distance on the surface of the water. At this time, the hounds all swooped down in the mud, and the cordyceps and reeds fell to both sides. What a terrible thing for poor duckling! He dropped his head and hid it in his wings. At this moment, however, a terrifying large hunting dog stood closely beside the duckling. Its tongue sticks out of its mouth very long, and its eyes glow ugly and terrible. It pressed its nose up to the duckling's body, revealing its sharp teeth, but it pounced! thump! It ran away and didn't take him away.
"Ah, thank god!" The duckling sighed, "I'm so ugly that even the hounds don't bite me!" He lay down quietly. Gunshots were still ringing in the reeds, and bullets shot out one after another.
When it was almost dark, the surrounding area was quiet. But the poor duckling did not dare to stand up. He waited for hours before he dared to look around, so he hurried out of the swamp, running desperately, toward the fields, toward the pastures. At this time, a fierce wind blew, and it was very difficult for him to run. When it was dark, he came to a simple farmhouse. It's so broken that it doesn't even know which side to pour to — and therefore it doesn't fall. The wind howled so loudly around the duckling that he had to sit down facing it. The more it blows, the more fierce it gets. So he saw that one of the hinges on the door had been loosened, and the door was crooked, and he could enter the house through the gap, and he went in.
There was an old woman living in the house with her cat and a hen. She called the cat "Little Son." He can arch his back high and make Mimi's cry; he can burst into flames, but if he does, you have to touch his hair. The hen's legs are short and small, so she is called "short-legged chicken". The eggs she laid were good, so the old woman loved her as if she were her own biological child.
The next morning, the duckling of unknown origin was immediately noticed. The cat began to bark, and the hen cackled. "What's going on here?" The old woman said, looking around at the same time. But her eyes were a little flowery, so she thought the duckling was a fat duck, and she went the wrong way, so she came here. "What a rare piece of luck!" She said, "Now I can have duck eggs." I just hope he's not a male duck! We've got to figure it out! ”
Thus the duckling was tested here for three weeks, but he did not give birth to any eggs. The cat was the gentleman of the house, and the hen was the wife of the house, so as soon as they opened their mouths, they said, "We and the world!" "Because they think they're half the world, and they're still the best half." Duckling felt that he could have a different opinion, but his attitude, the hen could not stand.
"Can you lay eggs?" she asked.
"Can't!"
"Then please don't give an opinion."
So the tom cat said, "Can you arch your back and make Mimi's cry and spark?" ”
"Well, when there are sane people speaking, you have no need to express your opinion!"
Duckling sat in a corner and was in a very bad mood. Then he remembered the fresh air and the sunlight. He felt a strange longing: he wanted to swim in the water. In the end, he couldn't help it, so he had to tell the hen what was on his mind. "What are you thinking?" The hen asked. "You don't have anything to do, that's why you have these weird thoughts." All you have to do is lay a few eggs, or Mimi barks a few times, and then your weird thoughts will be gone. ”
"But how hard it is to swim in the water!" Duckling said. "Let the water flood your head and drill into the bottom of the water, how painful it is!"
"Yes, that must be painful!" The hen said, "You're going crazy." Ask the cat —he's the smartest of all the friends I know—and ask him if he likes to swim in the water, or get into it. I won't talk about myself first. Ask your master— the old woman — for there is no one smarter in the world! Do you think she wants to go for a swim and let the water flood over her head? ”
"You don't know me," duckling said.
"We don't know you? So who knows you? You are no smarter than the cat and the hostess—I won't mention myself. Boy, don't you think you're not great! You are now receiving these cares and you should thank God. You're in a warm room now, have some friends, and you can learn a lot from them, can't you? But you're a piece of crap, and it's not a pleasure to be with you. You can believe me, I said these unpleasant things to you, just to help you. Only then will you know who your true friends are! Please pay attention to learning to lay eggs, or Mimi barking, or bursting out sparks! ”
"I think I'd better go out into the wider world," Duckling said.
"Well, there you go!" The hen said.
So the duckling left. He swam in the water for a moment, and burrowed into the water for a moment; but, because of his ugly appearance, all the animals looked down on him. Autumn has arrived. The leaves in the woods turned yellow and brown. The wind picked them up and carried them into the air to fly, and it was cold in the air. The clouds carried hail and snowflakes heavily, hanging low. The crow stood on the fence, frozen and shouted, "Whoa! wail! "Yes, you just have to think about it and you'll feel cold. This poor duckling really didn't have a comfortable time.
One night, while the sun was setting beautifully, there was a flock of beautiful big birds flying out of the bushes, and the little ducklings had never seen anything so beautiful. They were shiny white and had long, soft necks. This is the swan. They let out a strange cry, spread their beautiful long wings, and flew from the cold to the warm country, to the ice-free lake.
They flew so high—so high—that the ugly duckling couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement. He kept spinning like a wheel on the water, and at the same time, stretching his neck high toward them, making a strange cry that made even himself frightened. yes! He could never forget these beautiful birds, these happy birds. When he couldn't see them, he sank to the bottom of the water; but when he came to the surface of the water again, he felt very empty. He didn't know the names of the birds or where they were going. But he loved them as if he had never loved anything. He wasn't jealous of them. How could he dream of being as beautiful as they were? As long as the other ducks allowed him to live with them, he was satisfied—poor ugly things.
Winter gets very cold, very cold! The ducklings had to swim around in the water, so that the surface of the water was completely frozen into ice. But the small area he swam in was shrinking from night to night. The water was so frozen that one could hear the cracking of the ice. The duckling had to swim non-stop with one of his legs, so that the water would not be completely enclosed by ice. Finally, he passed out, lying motionless, stuck with the ice cubes.
Early in the morning, a farmer passed by. He saw the little duckling, so he went over and broke the ice with his clogs, and then carried him back and gave it to his woman. Only then did he gradually regain consciousness. The children wanted to play with him, but the ducklings thought they wanted to hurt him. As soon as he was frightened, he jumped into the milk tray and splashed the milk all over the house. The woman screamed and clapped her hands. In this way, the duckling flew into the butter basin, then into the flour bucket, and finally climbed out. That's when he looks scary! The woman screamed and took the fire tongs to hit him. The children huddled together and tried to catch the duckling. They laughed and shouted again! Fortunately, the gate is open. He burrowed into the newly snow in the bushes. He lay there, almost as if he had fainted. If we only talk about the hardships and disasters he suffered in this harsh winter, then this story would be too tragic. As the sun began to shine warmly again, he was lying in the reeds of the swamp. The lark began to sing – it was a beautiful spring. Suddenly he raised his wings: the flapping of the wings was much more powerful than before, and they immediately lifted him up and flew away. Unconsciously, he had flown into a large garden. Here the apple trees are blossoming; the lilacs are fragrant, and its long, green branches hang down to the meandering stream. Ah, it's beautiful, full of spring! Three beautiful white swans swam from the shade of the trees all the way to him. They floated lightly on the water, their feathers making a fluttering sound. The duckling recognized these beautiful animals, and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
"I'm going to fly to them, to these noble birds!" But they would kill me, because I was so ugly that I dared to approach them. But that doesn't matter! It is better to be killed by them than to be bitten by ducks, pecked by chickens, kicked by the maid who guards the chicken farm, and suffered in winter! "So he flew into the water and swam toward these beautiful swans: the animals saw him and immediately raised their feathers and swam toward him." Please kill me!" The poor animal said. He lowered his head into the water, just waiting to die. But what did he see on this clear water? He saw his own reflection. But it was no longer a clumsy, dark gray, ugly and nasty duck, but a swan!
As long as you are a swan, it doesn't matter if you were born in a duck farm.
He is now very pleased with the misfortunes and sufferings he has suffered in the past. He now clearly recognized that happiness and beauty were beckoning to him. Many giant swans swam around him and kissed him with their mouths.
There were a few small children in the garden. They threw many slices of bread and grains of wheat into the water. The youngest child shouted, "Look at that new swan! The other children also shouted gleefully: "Yes, here comes a new swan!" So they clapped their hands, danced, and ran to their dad and mom. They tossed more bread and pastries into the water, and everyone said, "This new one is the most beautiful!" So young, so good-looking! The old swans couldn't help but bow their heads in front of him.
He felt very embarrassed. He hid his head in his wings and didn't know what to do. He felt so happy, but he was not proud at all, because a good heart would never be proud. He wondered how he had been persecuted and ridiculed, and now he heard everyone say that he was the most beautiful bird among the beautiful birds. Lilacs hung branches into the water in front of him. The sun was warm and pleasant. He flapped his wings, straightened his slender neck, and made a happy sound from within:
"When I was an ugly duckling, I never dreamed of such happiness!"
The Ugly Duckling is a children's work containing fairy tales and fables.
This book writes that after a swan egg broke its shell in a duck flock, because of its strange appearance, it was despised by its kind, and after many hardships and tribulations, it grew into a white swan.
It shows that as long as you have ideals, pursuits, and strive for this goal, it doesn't matter even in adversity, "gold will always shine." Setbacks and pains in life are inevitable, and we can only face them strongly. Everyone will have a dream of their own, as long as they learn to set goals in life, in self-confidence, hard work, they will truly realize that they can also become a "white swan", and they can also realize the dreams in their hearts like an ugly duckling. At the same time, the "ugly duckling" is also a metaphor for children or young people who are not paid attention to, and sometimes refers to things that have just appeared and are not noticed.
"The Ugly Duckling" has its existential meaning and value. It has been translated into many languages and widely circulated, and has also been selected for inclusion in Chinese junior high school language textbooks.
This article is an autobiographical fairy tale. A big and ugly "little duck", born with ridicule and discrimination by others, but after experiencing various setbacks and blows, he finally became a beautiful swan.
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The little duckling who finally crawled out of the eggshell was so ugly that he was pecked, squeezed out, ridiculed, not only in the flock of ducks, but also among the flocks of chickens. "He's too big!" Everybody says. The male spitting was born with a distance between his feet, so he thought he was an emperor. He blew himself like a sailboat full of wind, and came to him menacingly, staring at a pair of large eyes, and his face was flushed. This poor duckling doesn't know where to stand or where to go. He felt very sad because he looked so ugly and became the object of ridicule of all the chickens and ducks. This was the case on the first day. Then it got worse and worse every day. Everyone was going to drive away the poor duckling; even his own brothers and sisters were angry with him. They always say, "You ugly monster, I hope the cat catches you!" So my mother said, "I want you to go farther!" The ducks pecked at him, the chickens beat him, and the maid who fed the chickens and ducks kicked him with her feet. So he flew over the fence and fled. Birds in the bushes flew into the air in horror. "It's because I'm very ugly!" Duckling thought. So he closed his eyes and continued to escape. In one fell swoop, he ran to a swamp inhabited by many wild ducks. He lay here all night because he was very tired and depressed. At dawn, the wild ducks flew up. They looked at the new friend. "What are you?" They asked. The duckling fell to this side and to that side, and saluted everyone as respectfully as possible. "You're so ugly!" The wild ducks said. "But as long as you don't marry anyone in our clan, it doesn't matter to us much." Poor little thing! He never thought of getting married; he only wanted him to be allowed to lie in the reeds and drink some water from the swamp. He lay there for two whole days. Later, two geese, strictly speaking, should be said to be two male geese, because they were two men who flew in. They hadn't been crawling out of their mother's eggshell for long, so they were very naughty. "Listen, friend," they said, "you're so ugly and lovely that even I can't help but like you." Would you be a migratory bird and fly away with us? It's close to here, and there's another swamp where there are a couple of sweet and cute geese. They're all young ladies and they're all going to say, 'Gah!' You're so ugly, you can try your luck with them!" "Boom! Snap!" There was a loud noise in the sky. The two male geese fell into the reeds, died, and stained the water bright red. "Boom! Snap!" Another bang. The whole flock of geese flew up from the reeds, and then another burst of gunfire rang out. It turned out that someone was hunting on a large scale. Hunters were lurking around the swamp, and a few even sat on branches that stretched out to the reeds. Blue smoke filled the black trees like clouds, slowly drifting off into the distance on the surface of the water. At this time, the hounds all swooped down from the mud, and the cordyceps and reeds fell to both sides. What a terrible thing for that poor duckling! He dropped his head and hid it in his wings. Just then, a terrifying large hunting dog came running and stood tightly beside him. Its tongue sticks out of its mouth very long, and its eyes glow ugly and terrible. It pressed its nose up to the duckling's body, revealing its sharp teeth, but it fluttered! Flutter ran away again, not taking him away. "Ah, thank god!" The duckling breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm so ugly that the hounds won't bite me anymore!" he lay down quietly. Gunshots were still ringing in the reeds, and bullets shot out one after another. When it was almost dark, silence returned to the surrounding area. But the poor duckling still did not dare to stand up. He waited for hours before he dared to glance around, so he hurried out of the swamp, running desperately, toward the field, toward the pasture. At this time, there was a strong wind, and it was very difficult for him to run. When it was dark, he came to a simple farmhouse. It was so broken that it didn't even know which side it should fall to, so it didn't fall. The wind howled so strongly around the duckling that he had to sit down against the wind. The wind blows more and more fiercely. He suddenly saw that one of the hinges on the door had been loosened, and the door was crooked, and he could enter the room through the gap, and he went in. House 3 has an old woman and her cat, and a hen, and they live together. The old woman called the cat "Little Son." He can arch his back high and make Mimi's cry; sparks can burst from his body, but if he does, you have to stroke his hair back. The hen's legs were short and small, hence her name "short-legged chicken." The eggs she laid were good, so the old woman loved her as if she loved her own biological child. The next morning, they immediately noticed the duckling of unknown origin. The cat began to bark, and the hen cackled. "What's going on here?" The old woman said, looking around at the same time. But her eyes were a little flowery, so she thought the duckling was a fat duck, and she went the wrong way, so she came here. "What a rare piece of luck!" She said, "Now I can have duck eggs." I just hope he's not a male duck! So the duckling was tested here for three weeks, but he didn't give birth to any eggs. The cat was the gentleman of the house, and the hen was the wife of the house, so as soon as they opened their mouths, they said, "We and the world!" Because they think they are half the world, and they are still the best half. Duckling felt that he could have a different opinion, but his attitude, the hen could not stand. "Can you lay eggs?" she asked. "Can't!" "Then please don't give an opinion." So the tom cat said, "Can you arch your back and make Mimi's cry and spark?" "Can't!" "Well, when smart people are talking, you don't have to give an opinion!" the duckling sat in a corner, in a very bad mood. Then he remembered the fresh air and the sun. He had a strange longing: to think of swimming in the water. In the end he couldn't help it and had to tell the hen what was on his mind. "What are you thinking?" The hen asked. "You don't have anything to do, that's why you have these weird thoughts. All you have to do is lay a few eggs, or cluck a few times, and then your weird thoughts will be gone. "But how hard it is to swim in the water!" The duckling said, "How painful it is to let the water flood your head and drill into the bottom of the water!" "Yes, that must be painful!" The hen said, "You're going crazy. Ask the cat, of all the friends I know, he's the smartest, and ask him if he likes to swim in the water or get into it. I won't talk about myself. Ask your master, the old woman, there is no one in the world who is smarter than her! Do you think she wants to go swimming and let the water flood the top of her head?" "You don't know me." Duckling said. "We don't know you? So who knows you? You are never smarter than the cat and the hostess, let me not mention myself. Boy, don't think you're not great! You should thank God for the care you are receiving now. You're in a warm room now, have some friends, and you can learn a lot from them, can't you? But you're a piece of crap, and it's not a pleasure to be with you. You can believe me, I said these unpleasant things to you, just to help you. Only then will you know who your true friends are! Please pay attention to learning to lay eggs, or cluck, or burst out sparks!" "I think I'd better go into the big world." Duckling said. "Well, there you go!" The hen said. So the duckling left. He swam on the water for a while, and he went into the water the next. However, because of his ugly appearance, all the animals looked down on him. Autumn is here. The leaves in the woods turned yellow and brown. The wind picked them up and carried them into the air to fly. It was cold in the air, and the clouds were heavy with hail and snowflakes, hanging low. The crow stood on the fence, frozen and screaming. Yes, you just have to think about it and you feel cold. This poor duckling really didn't have a comfortable time. One night, while the beautiful sun was setting, a flock of beautiful big birds flew out of the bushes. Duckling had never seen anything so beautiful. They were shiny white and had long, soft necks. This is the swan. They let out a strange cry, spread their beautiful long wings, and flew from the cold to the warm country, to the lakes that did not freeze. They flew so high that the ugly duckling couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement. He kept spinning like a wheel on the water, and at the same time he stretched his neck high toward them, making a loud, strange cry that even he himself was afraid of. yes! He could never forget these beautiful birds, these happy birds. When he couldn't see them, he sank to the bottom of the water; but when he came to the surface again, he felt very empty. He didn't know the names of the birds or where they were going. But he loved them as if he had never loved anything. He wasn't jealous of them. How could he dream of being as beautiful as they were? As long as the other ducks allowed him to live with them, he was already satisfied with the poor ugly things. Winter gets very cold, very cold! The ducklings had to swim around the water so that the surface of the water did not freeze completely into ice. But the small area he swam in was shrinking day by night. The water was freezing and one could hear the cracking of the ice. The duckling had to swim constantly with one of his legs, so that the water would not be completely frozen in ice. Finally, he passed out, lying motionless, frozen with ice. Early in the morning, a farmer passed by. When he saw the duckling, he went over and broke the ice with his clogs, then took him home and gave it to his wife. The duckling gradually regained consciousness at this point. The children wanted to play with him, but the duckling thought they wanted to hurt him. As soon as he was frightened, he jumped into the milk tray and splashed the milk all over the house. The woman screamed and clapped her hands. In this way, the duckling flew into the butter basin, then into the flour bucket, and finally climbed out. At this time, he looks good! The woman screamed and took the fire tongs to hit him. The little children huddled together and tried to catch him. They laughed and shouted again! Fortunately, the gate is open. He burrowed into the newly snow in the bushes. He lay there, almost as if he had fainted. If we only talk about the hardships and disasters he suffered in this harsh winter, then this story would be too tragic. As the sun began to warm the earth again, he was lying in the reeds of the swamp. The lark sings up and it's a beautiful spring. Suddenly, he raised his wings: the wings flapped much more powerfully than before, and immediately lifted him up and flew away. Unconsciously, he had flown into a large garden. Here the apple trees were blossoming; the lilacs were fragrant, and its long, green branches hung down to the meandering stream. Ah, it's beautiful, full of spring! Three beautiful white swans swam from the shade of the trees all the way to him. They floated lightly on the water, their feathers making a fluttering sound. The duckling recognized these beautiful animals and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. "I'm going to fly to them, to these noble birds!" But they would kill me, because I was so ugly that I dared to approach them. But that doesn't matter! It's much better than being beaten to death, bitten by ducks, pecked by flocks of chickens, kicked by the maid who guards the duck farm and suffering in winter!" So he flew into the water and swam toward these beautiful swans. When the animals saw him, they immediately raised their feathers and swam toward him. "Please kill me!" The poor duckling said. He lowered his head into the water, just waiting to die. But what did he see on this clear water? He saw his own reflection. But it was no longer a clumsy, dark gray, ugly and nasty duck, but a swan! As long as you are a swan egg, it doesn't matter if you were born in a duck farm. He had suffered so much misfortune and suffering in the past, but now he was very happy. It was now clear to him that happiness and beauty were beckoning to him. Many giant swans swam around him and kissed him with their mouths. There were a few small children in the garden. They threw many slices of bread and grains of wheat into the water. The youngest child shouted, "Look at that new swan!" The other children also shouted gleefully, "Yes, here comes a new swan!" So they clapped their hands, danced, and ran to their mom and dad. They threw more bread and pastries into the water, and everyone said, "This new one is the most beautiful!" So young, so good-looking!" The old swans couldn't help but bow their heads in front of him. He felt very embarrassed. He hid his head in his wings and didn't know what to do. He felt so happy, but he was not proud at all, because a good heart would never be proud. He remembered how he had been persecuted and ridiculed, and now he heard everyone say that he was the most beautiful of the beautiful birds. Lilacs hung branches into the water in front of him. The sun was warm and pleasant. He lifted his feathers, stretched out his slender neck, and made a happy voice from within: "When I was an ugly duckling, I never dreamed of such happiness!" 43Likes, 6,242 views
The Story of The Ugly Duckling (Full Text)
In a beautiful country farmhouse, a female duck lies lonely in its nest, hatching her own child. Finally, the duck eggs cracked open one by one, "Secluded! Secluded!" The duck eggs barked, and the well stuck out their little heads. look at! How lively these little ones were, looking around with curious eyes. Only one egg was still lying there, and there was not a single movement. "This one egg took a long time!" The hen began to complain. "It's the egg of a spitting chicken!" Let it lie there. You should teach other children to swim first. A visiting old hen advised. But the mother duck insisted on hatching the egg. This little duckling is big and ugly, but it is still beautiful when it swims in the water. The mother duck was slightly relieved by this, and I hope that it will slowly grow more beautiful. But at the beginning of the new life, the ugly duckling who finally crawled out of the eggshell was pecked everywhere, excluded and ridiculed, not only among the ducks, but also among the flocks. The situation got worse every day. Everyone wants to drive away this poor duckling, and even its own brothers and sisters are angry with it. So my mother said, "I want you to go farther!" The ducks pecked at it, the chicks beat it, and the maid who fed the chickens and ducks kicked it with her feet. So it closed its eyes and fled sadly, to a swamp inhabited by many wild ducks, and to a farmhouse where old women and cats lived, and the result was still the same discrimination, thinking that it would not "squint" and bark, and the duckling was very bitter, drilling in the water by itself, and screaming in the autumn. One evening, at dusk, a flock of beautiful swans flew out of the bushes, and the duckling had never seen such a beautiful bird, watching them fly away, dazed and envious, and a deep love welled up in his heart, as if it had never loved anything. Winter came, and finally one day the duckling passed out, and a farmer took him home and gave it to his wife, but it was in trouble again, and the wife of the farmer wanted to beat it with a fire tong, and it flapped its wings and flew away, and flew into a large garden, where it met a beautiful swan again. The duckling suddenly thought melancholy, "I'm going to fly to them, to these noble birds!" Even if they are killed, it is better than letting the animals that bully them bite and peck. So it flew into the water again and swam toward the beautiful swan. "Please kill me!" Poor duckling said. It hung its head low into the water, just waiting to die. But when it saw its reflection in the clear water painting, no longer a clumsy, dark gray, ugly and nasty duck, but a swan, it suddenly realized. As long as it is a swan egg, even if it lives in a chicken nest, what does it matter? The children sprinkled them with bales and grains of wheat, and many giant swans swam around it and kissed it with their mouths, and it felt very happy, thinking happily: "When I was an ugly duckling, I never dreamed of such happiness!"