安徒生童话故事第32篇：钟声The Bell
引导语：钟声的安徒生童话故事，下面就是小编整理的中英文版本，与大家分享阅读学习。
黄昏的时候，太阳正在下沉，烟囱上飘着的云块泛出一片金黄的光彩;这时在一个大城市的小巷里，一忽儿这个人，一忽儿那个人全都听到类似教堂钟声的奇异声音。不过声音每次持续的时间非常短。因为街上隆隆的车声和嘈杂的人声总是把它打断了。
“暮钟响起来了!"人们说，"太阳落下去了!”
城外的房子彼此之间的距离比较远，而且都有花园和草坪;因此城外的人就可以看出天还是很亮的，所以也能更清楚地听到这个钟声。它似乎是从一个藏在静寂而清香的森林里的教堂里发出来的。大家朝这声音飘来的方向望，不禁起了一种庄严的感觉。
过了好长一段时间，人们开始互相传说："我不知道，树林里会不会有一个教堂?钟声的调子是那么奇怪和美丽，我们不妨去仔细瞧一瞧。”
于是富人坐着车子去，穷人步行去;不过路似乎怎样也走不完。当他们来到森林外面的柳树林跟前的时候，就坐下来。
他们望着长长的柳树枝，以为真的已经走进森林里来了。城里卖糕饼的人也搬到这儿来，并且搭起了帐篷。接着又来了一个卖糖果的人，这人在自己的帐篷上挂起了一口钟;这口钟上还涂了一层防雨的沥青，不过它里面却没有钟舌。
大家回到家里来以后，都说这事情很新奇，比他们吃过一次茶还要新奇得多。有三个人说，他们把整个的树林都走完了，直走到树林的尽头;他们老是听到这个奇怪的钟声，不过那时它似乎是从城里飘来的。有一位甚至还编了一支歌，把钟声比成一个母亲对一个亲爱的好孩子唱的歌——什么音乐也没有这种钟声好听。
这个国家的皇帝也听到了这件事情。他下一道圣旨，说无论什么人，只要能找出钟声的发源地，就可以被封为"世界的敲钟人"——哪怕他所发现的不是钟也没有关系。
这么一来，许多人为了饭碗问题，就到树林里去寻找钟。不过在回来的人当中只有一个人能说出一点道理，谁也没有深入树林，这人当然也没有，可是他却说声音是住在一株空树里的大猫头鹰发出来的。这只猫头鹰的脑袋里装的全是智慧。它不停地把脑袋撞着树。不过这声音是从它的脑袋里发出来的呢，还是从空树干里发出来的呢，他可没有把握下个判断。他总算得到了"世界的敲钟人"这个职位，因此他每年写一篇关于猫头鹰的短论。不过大家并没有因为读了他的论文而变得比以前更聪明。
在举行坚信礼的那一天，牧师发表了一篇漂亮而动人的演说。受坚信礼的孩子们都受到了极大的感动，因为这是他们生命中极重要的一天。他们在这一天从孩子变成了成年人。他们稚气的灵魂也要变成更有理智的成年人的灵魂。当这些受了坚信礼的人走出城外的时候，处处照着灿烂的太阳光，树林里那个神秘的大钟发出非常洪亮的声音。他们想立刻就去找这个钟声;因此他们全都去了，只有三个人是例外。一个要回家去试试她的参加舞会的礼服，因为她这次来受坚信礼完全是为了这件礼服和舞会，否则她就决不会来的。第二个是一个穷苦的孩子。他受坚信礼穿的衣服和靴子是从主人的少爷那儿借来的;他必须在指定的时间内归还。第三个说，在他没有得到父母的同意以前，决不到一个陌生的地方去。他一直是一个听话的孩子，即使受了坚信礼，仍然是如此。人们不应该笑他!——但是人们却仍然笑他。
因此这三个人就不去了。别的.人都连蹦带跳地走了。太阳在照耀着，鸟儿在唱着，这些刚刚受了坚信礼的人也在唱着。他们彼此手挽着手，因为他们还没得到什么不同的职位，而且在受坚信礼的这天大家在我们的上帝面前都是平等的。
不过他们之中有两个最小的孩子马上就感到腻烦了，所以他们两个人就回到城里去了。另外还有两个小女孩子坐下来扎花环，也不愿意去。当其余的孩子走到那个卖糕饼的人所在的柳树林里的时候，他们说："好，我们算是到了。钟连影子都没有，这完全是一个幻想!”
正在这时候，一个柔和而庄严的钟声在树林的深处响起来;有四五个孩子决计再向树林里走去。树很密，叶子又多，要向前走真是不太容易。车叶草和秋牡丹长得非常高，盛开的旋花和黑莓像长花环似的从这棵树牵到那棵树。夜莺在这些树上唱歌，太阳光在这些树上嬉戏。啊，这地方真是美丽得很，不过这条路却不是女孩子可以走的，因为她们在这儿很容易撕破自己的衣服，这儿有长满各色青苔的石块，有潺潺流着的新鲜泉水，发出一种"骨碌，骨碌"的怪声音。
“这不会是那个钟吧?"孩子中有一个问。于是他就躺下来静静地听。"我倒要研究一下!”
他一个人留下来，让别的孩子向前走。
他们找到一座用树皮和树枝盖的房子。房子上有一棵结满了苹果的大树。看样子它好像是把所有的幸福都摇到这个开满玫瑰花的屋顶上似的。它的长枝子盘在房子的三角墙上，而这墙上正挂着一口小小的钟。难道大家听到的钟声就是从这里发出来的吗?是的，他们都有这种看法，只有一个人是例外。这人说，这口钟太小，太精致，决不会叫他们在很远的地方就听得见!此外，他们听到过的钟声跟这钟声完全不同，因为它能打动人的心。说这话的人是国王的儿子。因此别的人都说："这种人总是想装得比别人聪明一点。”
这样，大家就让他一个人向前走。他越向前走，他的心里就越充满了一种森林中特有的静寂之感。不过他仍听见大家所欣赏的那阵小小的钟声。有时风把那个糕饼店里的声音吹来，于是他就听到大家在一面吃茶，一面唱歌。不过洪亮的钟声比这些声音还要大，好像有风琴在伴奏似的。这声音是从左边来的——从心所在的那一边来的。
有一个沙沙的响声从一个灌木丛中飘出来。王子面前出现了一个男孩子。这孩子穿着一双木鞋和一件非常短的上衣——短得连他的手肘也盖不住。他们彼此都认识，因为这个孩子也是在这天参加过坚信礼的。他没有能跟大家一起来，因为他得回去把衣服和靴子还给老板的少爷。他办完了这件事以后，就穿着木鞋和寒碜的上衣独自一人走来，因为钟声是那么洪亮和深沉，他非来不可。
“我们一块儿走吧!"王子说。
这个穿着木鞋的孩子感到非常尴尬。他把上衣的短袖子拉了一下，说他恐怕不能走得像王子那样快;此外，他认为钟声一定是从右边来的，因为右边的景象很庄严和美丽。
“这样一来，我们就碰不到头了!"王子说，对这穷苦的孩子点了点头。孩子向这树林最深最密的地方走去。荆棘把他寒碜的衣服钩破了，把他的脸、手和脚划得流出血来。王子身上也有好几处伤痕，不过他所走的路却充满了太阳光。我们现在就要注意他的行程，因为他是一个聪明的孩子。
“即使我走到世界的尽头，"他说，"我也要找到这口钟!”
难看的猢狲高高地坐在树上做怪脸，露出牙齿。"我们往他身上扔些东西吧!"它们说，"我们打他吧，因为他是一个国王的儿子!”
不过他不怕困难，他一步一步地向树林的深处走。那儿长着许多奇异的花：含有红蕊的、像星星一样的百合花，在微风中射出光彩的、天蓝色的郁金香，结着像大肥皂泡一样发亮的果实的苹果树。你想想看，这些树在太阳光中该是多么光彩夺目啊。
四周是一片非常美丽的绿草原。草上有公鹿和母鹿在嬉戏，而且还有茂盛的栎树和山毛榉。草和藤本植物从树缝里长出来。这一大片林木中还有静静的湖，湖里还有游泳着的白天鹅，它们在拍着翅膀。王子站着静静地听。他常常觉得钟声是从深沉的湖里飘上来的;不过他马上就注意到，钟声并不是从湖里来的，而是从森林的深处来的。
太阳现在下沉了，天空像火一样地发红，森林里是一片静寂。这时他就跪下来，唱了黄昏的赞美歌，于是他说：
“我将永远看不到我所追寻的东西!现在太阳已经下沉了，夜——漆黑的夜——已经到来了。也许在圆圆的红太阳没有消逝以前，我还能够看到它一眼吧。我要爬到崖石上去，因为它比最高的树还要高!"他攀着树根和藤蔓在潮湿的石壁上爬。壁上盘着水蛇，有些癞蛤蟆也似乎在对他狂叫。不过，在太阳没有落下去以前，他已经爬上去了。他在这块高处仍然可以看见太阳。啊，这是多么美丽的景象啊!海，他的眼前展开一片美丽的茫茫大海，汹涌的海涛向岸上袭来。太阳悬在海天相连的那条线上，像一座发光的大祭坛。一切融化成为一片鲜红的色彩。树林在唱着歌，大海在唱着歌，他的心也跟它们一起在唱着歌。整个大自然成了一个伟大的、神圣的教堂：树木和浮云就是它的圆柱，花朵和绿叶就是它的柔软的地毡，天空就是它的广阔的圆顶。正在这时候，那个穿着短袖上衣和木鞋的穷苦孩子从右边走来了。他是沿着他自己的道路，在同一个时候到来的。他们急忙走到一起，在这大自然和诗的教堂中紧紧地握着双手。那口看不见的、神圣的钟在他们的上空发出声音。幸福的精灵在教堂的周围跳舞，唱着欢乐的颂歌!
钟声英文版：
The Bell
IN the narrow streets of a large town people often heard in the evening, when the sun was setting, and his last rays gave a golden tint to the chimney-pots, a strange noise which resembled the sound of a church bell; it only lasted an instant, for it was lost in the continual roar of traffic and hum of voices which rose from the town. “The evening bell is ringing,” people used to say; “the sun is setting!” Those who walked outside the town, where the houses were less crowded and interspersed by gardens and little fields, saw the evening sky much better, and heard the sound of the bell much more clearly. It seemed as though the sound came from a church, deep in the calm, fragrant wood, and thither people looked with devout feelings.
A considerable time elapsed: one said to the other, “I really wonder if there is a church out in the wood. The bell has indeed a strange sweet sound! Shall we go there and see what the cause of it is?” The rich drove, the poor walked, but the way seemed to them extraordinarily long, and when they arrived at a number of willow trees on the border of the wood they sat down, looked up into the great branches and thought they were now really in the wood. A confectioner from the town also came out and put up a stall there; then came another confectioner who hung a bell over his stall, which was covered with pitch to protect it from the rain, but the clapper was wanting.
When people came home they used to say that it had been very romantic, and that really means something else than merely taking tea. Three persons declared that they had gone as far as the end of the wood; they had always heard the strange sound, but there it seemed to them as if it came from the town. One of them wrote verses about the bell, and said that it was like the voice of a mother speaking to an intelligent and beloved child; no tune, he said, was sweeter than the sound of the bell.
The emperor of the country heard of it, and declared that he who would really find out where the sound came from should receive the title of “Bellringer to the World,” even if there was no bell at all.
Now many went out into the wood for the sake of this splendid berth; but only one of them came back with some sort of explanation. None of them had gone far enough, nor had he, and yet he said that the sound of the bell came from a large owl in a hollow tree. It was a wisdom owl, which continually knocked its head against the tree, but he was unable to say with certainty whether its head or the hollow trunk of the tree was the cause of the noise.
He was appointed “Bellringer to the World,” and wrote every year a short dissertation on the owl, but by this means people did not become any wiser than they had been before.
It was just confirmation-day. The clergyman had delivered a beautiful and touching sermon, the candidates were deeply moved by it; it was indeed a very important day for them; they were all at once transformed from mere children to grown-up people; the childish soul was to fly over, as it were, into a more reasonable being.
The sun shone most brightly; and the sound of the great unknown bell was heard more distinctly than ever. They had a mind to go thither, all except three. One of them wished to go home and try on her ball dress, for this very dress and the ball were the cause of her being confirmed this time, otherwise she would not have been allowed to go. The second, a poor boy, had borrowed a coat and a pair of boots from the son of his landlord to be confirmed in, and he had to return them at a certain time. The third said that he never went into strange places if his parents were not with him; he had always been a good child, and wished to remain so, even after being confirmed, and they ought not to tease him for this; they, however, did it all the same. These three, therefore did not go; the others went on. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the confirmed children sang too, holding each other by the hand, for they had no position yet, and they were all equal in the eyes of God. Two of the smallest soon became tired and returned to the town; two little girls sat down and made garlands of flowers, they, therefore, did not go on. When the others arrived at the willow trees, where the confectioner had put up his stall, they said: “Now we are out here; the bell does not in reality exist—it is only something that people imagine!”
Then suddenly the sound of the bell was heard so beautifully and solemnly from the wood that four or five made up their minds to go still further on. The wood was very thickly grown. It was difficult to advance: wood lilies and anemones grew almost too high; flowering convolvuli and brambles were hanging like garlands from tree to tree; while the nightingales were singing and the sunbeams played. That was very beautiful! But the way was unfit for the girls; they would have torn their dresses. Large rocks, covered with moss of various hues, were lying about; the fresh spring water rippled forth with a peculiar sound. “I don’t think that can be the bell,” said one of the confirmed children, and then he lay down and listened. “We must try to find out if it is!” And there he remained, and let the others walk on.
They came to a hut built of the bark of trees and branches; a large crab-apple tree spread its branches over it, as if it intended to pour all its fruit on the roof, upon which roses were blooming; the long boughs covered the gable, where a little bell was hanging. Was this the one they had heard? All agreed that it must be so, except one who said that the bell was too small and too thin to be heard at such a distance, and that it had quite a different sound to that which had so touched men’s hearts.
He who spoke was a king’s son, and therefore the others said that such a one always wishes to be cleverer than other people.
Therefore they let him go alone; and as he walked on, the solitude of the wood produced a feeling of reverence in his breast; but still he heard the little bell about which the others rejoiced, and sometimes, when the wind blew in that direction, he could hear the sounds from the confectioner’s stall, where the others were singing at tea. But the deep sounds of the bell were much stronger; soon it seemed to him as if an organ played an accompaniment—the sound came from the left, from the side where the heart is. Now something rustled among the bushes, and a little boy stood before the king’s son, in wooden shoes and such a short jacket that the sleeves did not reach to his wrists. They knew each other: the boy was the one who had not been able to go with them because he had to take the coat and boots back to his landlord’s son. That he had done, and had started again in his wooden shoes and old clothes, for the sound of the bell was too enticing—he felt he must go on.
“We might go together,” said the king’s son. But the poor boy with the wooden shoes was quite ashamed; he pulled at the short sleeves of his jacket, and said that he was afraid he could not walk so fast; besides, he was of opinion that the bell ought to be sought at the right, for there was all that was grand and magnificent.
“Then we shall not meet,” said the king’s son, nodding to the poor boy, who went into the deepest part of the wood, where the thorns tore his shabby clothes and scratched his hands, face, and feet until they bled. The king’s son also received several good scratches, but the sun was shining on his way, and it is he whom we will now follow, for he was a quick fellow. “I will and must find the bell,” he said, “if I have to go to the end of the world.”
Ugly monkeys sat high in the branches and clenched their teeth. “Shall we beat him?” they said. “Shall we thrash him? He is a king’s son!”
But he walked on undaunted, deeper and deeper into the wood, where the most wonderful flowers were growing; there were standing white star lilies with blood-red stamens, sky-blue tulips shining when the wind moved them; apple-trees covered with apples like large glittering soap bubbles: only think how resplendent these trees were in the sunshine! All around were beautiful green meadows, where hart and hind played in the grass. There grew magnificent oaks and beech-trees; and if the bark was split of any of them, long blades of grass grew out of the clefts; there were also large smooth lakes in the wood, on which the swans were swimming about and flapping their wings. The king’s son often stood still and listened; sometimes he thought that the sound of the bell rose up to him out of one of these deep lakes, but soon he found that this was a mistake, and that the bell was ringing still farther in the wood. Then the sun set, the clouds were as red as fire; it became quiet in the wood; he sank down on his knees, sang an evening hymn and said: “I shall never find what I am looking for! Now the sun is setting, and the night, the dark night, is approaching. Yet I may perhaps see the round sun once more before he disappears beneath the horizon. I will climb up these rocks, they are as high as the highest trees!” And then, taking hold of the creepers and roots, he climbed up on the wet stones, where water-snakes were wriggling and the toads, as it were, barked at him: he reached the top before the sun, seen from such a height, had quite set. “Oh, what a splendour!” The sea, the great majestic sea, which was rolling its long waves against the shore, stretched out before him, and the sun was standing like a large bright altar and there where sea and heaven met—all melted together in the most glowing colours; the wood was singing, and his heart too. The whole of nature was one large holy church, in which the trees and hovering clouds formed the pillars, the flowers and grass the woven velvet carpet, and heaven itself was the great cupola; up there the flame colour vanished as soon as the sun disappeared, but millions of stars were lighted; diamond lamps were shining, and the king’s son stretched his arms out towards heaven, towards the sea, and towards the wood. Then suddenly the poor boy with the short-sleeved jacket and the wooden shoes appeared; he had arrived just as quickly on the road he had chosen. And they ran towards each other and took one another’s hand, in the great cathedral of nature and poesy, and above them sounded the invisible holy bell; happy spirits surrounded them, singing hallelujahs and rejoicing.
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