巨人的花园原文王尔德原著英文版

巨人的花园原文王尔德原著英文版

《巨人的花园》是奥斯卡·王尔德（Oscar Wilde）创作的一部童话故事，原文的英文版书名是 "The Selfish Giant"。以下是该故事的原文：

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the

children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass.

Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like

stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the

spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and

pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on

the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to

stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we

are here!" they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his

friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven

years. After the seven years were over he had said all that

he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he

determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he

saw the children playing in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff

voice, and the children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any

one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in

it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and

put up a notice-board.

TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED.

He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried

to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full

of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to

wander round the high wall when their lessons were over,

and talk about the beautiful garden inside.

"How happy we were there," they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there

were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden

of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not

care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees

forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out

from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so

sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground

again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were

pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten

this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the

year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great

white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver.

Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he

came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about

the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a

delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a

visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he

rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the

slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast

as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was

like ice.

"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in

coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window

and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will

be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn

gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's

garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it

was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail,

and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he

heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears

that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by.

It was really only a little linnet singing outside his

window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing

in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most

beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing

over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a

delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I

believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and

he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in

the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting

in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could

see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to

have the children back again that they had covered

themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently

above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and

twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up

through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene,

only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest

corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy.

He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches

of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying

bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost

and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above

it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its

branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How

selfish I have been!" he said; "now I know why the Spring

would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the

top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and

my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and

ever." He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite

softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children

saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and

the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not

run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see

the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and

took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree.

And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came

and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two

arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him.

And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was

not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them

came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children,"

said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down

the wall. And when the people were going to market at

twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the

children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came

to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

"But where is your little companion?" he said: "the boy

I put into the tree." The Giant loved him the best because

he had kissed him.

"We don't know," answered the children; "he has gone

away."

"You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,"

said the Giant. But the children said that they did not

know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the

Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon when school was over the children came

and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the

Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind

to all the children, yet he longed for his first little

friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like to see

him!" he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble.

He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge

armchair, and watched the children at their games, and

admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he

said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of

all."

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he

was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew

that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers

were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and

looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the

farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with

lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and

silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood

the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the

garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the

child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with

anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?" For on

the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails,

and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

"Who hath dared to wound thee?" cried the Giant; "tell

me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

"Nay!" answered the child; "but these are the wounds of

Love."

"Who art thou?" said the Giant, and a strange awe fell

on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him,

"You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come

with me to my garden, which is Paradise."

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found

the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white

blossoms.