"She said she would dance with me as long as I gave her some red roses," shouted a young student.

"But there is not even a red rose in my garden."

The nightingale heard the sound in her nest on the sacred oak tree. She leaned out of the green leaves and looked around.

"I can't find red roses in my garden," he cried, his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Well,

Does happiness depend on such little things? I have read all the articles written by wise men, and all the mysteries of knowledge are contained in them.

However, in my opinion, I have to live a miserable life because of the lack of a red rose. "

"There is a real lover here at last," the nightingale said to herself. "Although I don't know him, I will spend every night.

Sing for him every night, and I will tell his story to the stars every night. Now I finally see him, his hair.

As black as hyacinthus orientalis flowers, and his lips as red as the roses he wants; But the emotional torture made him as white as an elephant.

Teeth, sad marks also climbed on his forehead. "

"The prince will have a ball tomorrow night," the young student muttered. "The person I love is leaving. if I ...

Send her a red rose, and she will dance with me until dawn; If I send her a red rose, I can hug her waist, and she

She will also rest her head on my shoulder and hold her hand in mine. But there are no red roses in my garden, so I have to

Sitting there alone, watching her walk by. She won't notice me and my heart will break. "

"This is really a true lover," said the nightingale. "I sang about his suffering and what I did.

Happy things are painful to him. Love is really a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and opals.

More exotic. Pearl pomegranate can't be exchanged, it can't be bought in the market, merchants can't buy it, and yellow pomegranate can't be used.

Gold to weigh it. "

"Musicians will sit in their corridors," said the young student, "and play their stringed instruments. My lover

Will dance to the music of harp and violin. She danced so easily and happily that her heels didn't touch the floor. that

Some servants in gorgeous clothes surrounded her. However, she just wouldn't dance with me because I didn't have any red roses.

Dedicated to her. "So he threw himself on the grass, covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.

"Why is he crying?" Asked a little green lizard as it ran past him with its tail up.

"Yes, why on earth?" A butterfly said that she danced after a ray of sunshine.

"Yes, why on earth?" A daisy whispered to her neighbor.

"He cried for a red rose." The nightingale told everyone.

"For a red rose?" They cried. "It's so funny!" The little lizard said he was a cynic.

People can't help laughing.

But only the nightingale knows why the students are sad. She sat quietly in the oak tree, imagining the mystery of love.

Suddenly, she spread her brown wings and flew into the air. She flew through the Woods like a shadow, and again like a shadow.

It's like flying over a garden.

There is a beautiful rose tree in the middle of the grass. When she saw the tree, she flew towards it and landed on a small tree.

Shang Zhi.

"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is white," it replied, "as white as the foam of the sea, whiter than the products on the top of the mountain.

It's snowing. But you can go to my brother who grew up on the ancient sundial. Maybe he can meet your needs. "

So the nightingale flew to the rose tree beside the ancient sundial.

"Give me a red rose," she said loudly, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is yellow," it replied, "just like the mermaid's hair sitting on the amber throne.

More daffodils bloomed on the grass than before the mowers with sickles arrived. But you can go to my brother who grows under the student window.

Brother, maybe he can meet your needs. "

So I stayed overnight and flew to the rose tree growing under the student window.

"Give me a red rose," she said loudly, "and I will sing my sweetest song for you."

But the tree shook its head.

"My rose is red," it replied. "It is as red as a dove's foot, and redder than flying in an ocean cave.

Coral fan. But winter froze my blood vessels, frost and snow destroyed my buds, and the storm blew me away.

Dear branches and leaves, I won't have any roses this year. "

"I just want a rose," cried the nightingale. "Just a red rose! Can't I get it?

Is it? "

"I have an idea," the tree replied, "but it's too terrible for me to tell you."

"Tell me," said the nightingale, "I'm not afraid."

"If you want a red rose," said the tree, "you must make it with music in the moonlight and use it.

The blood in your chest dyed it red. You must stick your chest on my thorn to sing. You must sing for me for a whole time.

At night, that thorn must pierce your chest, and your blood must flow into my veins and become my blood. "

The nightingale cried, "It's really expensive to exchange death for a rose." "Life is right and wrong for everyone.

Often precious. Sitting on the green tree, watching the sun driving her golden carriage and the moon driving her pearl carriage is really pleasant.

Things. Hawthorn is fragrant, so are campanula in the valley and heather in full bloom on the mountain. But love

Love is better than life, not to mention how a bird's heart can compare with an extraordinary heart. "

So she spread her brown wings and flew into the air. She flew across the garden like a shadow, and again like a shadow.

Through the Woods.

The young student is still lying on the grass, just like when she left, with tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Be happy," cried the nightingale. "Be happy, you will get your red rose. I think in the moonlight

Then I made it with music and dyed the blood in my chest red. I only ask you to repay me one thing, and that is you.

Be a true lover, because philosophy is smart, love is smarter than her, and power is great, but

Love is greater than him. The flame dyed the wings of love red and made his body as red as a flame. His lips are like honey.

Sweet; His breath is as fragrant as frankincense. "

The student looked up from the grass and listened, but he didn't understand what the nightingale was telling him, because he only knew.

The things written in the book.

But the oak tree knew that he felt very uncomfortable, because he loved this little night of nesting on his branches.

Warbler

"Sing me one last song," he said softly. "I will feel lonely when you leave."

So the nightingale sang a song to the oak tree, and her voice was like boiling water in a silver jar.

As soon as her singing stopped, the students stood up from the grass and took out notebooks and pencils from their pockets.

"She looks beautiful," he said to himself, and then walked away through the Woods. "There is no denying this;

But does she have feelings? I'm afraid she didn't. In fact, like most artists, she only pays attention to form and has no responsibility.

What sincerity? She won't make sacrifices for others. She only thinks about music, and everyone knows that art is selfish. But I can't

I don't admit that she has some beautiful tunes when she sings Shen. Unfortunately, they are meaningless and have no practical benefits.

Location. "He walked into the room, lying in his humble little bed, thinking about his lover, and soon went in.

Dream.

When the moon was hanging in the sky, the nightingale flew to the rose tree and stood against the thorns with her chest. She used her breasts

Singing with thorns all night, even the moon as cold as crystal leaned over to listen. She kept singing and stabbing all night.

The stab in her chest is getting deeper and deeper, and her blood is almost flowing out.

She began to sing the budding love between boys and girls. An unusual rose blooms on the highest branch of the rose tree.

Rose, the song has been sung one after another, and the petals have opened one by one. At first, the flowers were milky white, just like hanging on the river.

Smoke is as white as feet in the morning and wings in the dawn. The rose in full bloom on the highest branch,

Like a rose in a silver mirror, reflected in a pool.

However, at this moment, the tree shouted to the nightingale to hold the thorn tighter. "Hold on tight, little nightingale," cried the tree, "or Mei.

Before the roses were finished, it was dawn. "

So the nightingale pricked the thorn tighter, and her singing became louder and louder, because she sang in the hearts of an adult man and woman.

The passion of birth.

A faint blush climbed up the rose petals, just like the blush on the groom's face when he kissed the bride. But thorns

It didn't reach the heart of the nightingale, so the heart of the rose is still white, because only the blood in the heart of the nightingale can dye the rose red.

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Then, the tree called out to the nightingale to hold it tighter. "tighter, little nightingale," cried the tree. "Otherwise, Ross.

It won't be finished until dawn. "

So the nightingale stabbed the rose even tighter, stabbed the heart, and a sharp pain swept the whole body.

Body. The pain is getting worse and worse, and the singing is getting stronger and stronger, because she sings the love that is completed by death and the love in the grave.

It is also immortal love.

Finally, this extraordinary rose turned crimson, just like Xia Hong in the eastern sky. The outer ring of petals is crimson, and flowers

My heart is as red as a ruby.

However, the nightingale's song is getting weaker and weaker. Her pair of little wings began to beat, and a fog film climbed on her pair.

Eyes. Her singing weakened, and she felt her throat was blocked by something.

Then she sang the last song. The bright moon listened to the song, but forgot the dawn and just wandered in the sky. red rose

Hearing this song, I was ecstatic and opened all the petals to welcome the cool morning breeze. The echo brought the song back to its own mountain.

Wake the sleeping shepherd boy from his sleep in the purple cave. The song floated across the reeds in the river, and the reeds gave them the sound.

Sea.

"Look, look!" The tree cried, "The rose has grown up." But the nightingale didn't answer, because she had already laid down.

Died in the deep grass with the thorn in his heart.

At noon, the students opened the window and looked out.

"Oh, what luck!" He shouted, "Here is a red rose! I have never seen such roses in my life.

I've seen it. It's so beautiful that I dare say it has a long Latin name. "He bent down to pick it.

Then he put on his hat, picked up the rose and ran to the professor's house.

The professor's daughter is sitting at the door, spinning blue silk thread on the spinning wheel, and her dog is lying at her feet.

"You said you would dance with me as long as I gave you a red rose," the student said loudly. "This is the most beautiful in the world.

A red rose. You put it on your chest tonight, and when we dance together, it will tell you how great I am.

Love you. "

However, the girl frowned.

"I'm afraid it doesn't match my dress," she replied. "In addition, the court minister's nephew gave me some.

Precious jewelry, everyone knows that jewelry is more valuable than flowers. "

"Oh, I must say, you are an ungrateful person," the student said angrily. May, throw the roses into the street at once.

The rose fell into the gutter and a carriage ran over it.

"Ungrateful!" The girl said, "I tell you, you are too rude;" Besides, what are you? Just a student.

Ah, I bet you don't have silver buttons on your shoes like the nephew of a court minister. "Say that finish, she stood up from her chair and walked to the house.

Take a walk in the room

"How stupid love is!" As they walked, the students said, "It is not half as useful as logic, because it proves everything."

I can't understand it, but it always tells people something that won't happen, and it also makes people believe something that is not true. Honestly,

It's not practical at all In those days, everything should be practical. I want to go back to philosophy and study metaphysics.

West side. "

So he went back to his room, took out a big dusty book and began to read.