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The AnemoneThe AnemoneIt waswinter withcold airand strong wind.A seedwas stilllying downinthe bulbunder theground coveredwith snow.One day,it wasraining,and theraindropsthat soakedinto thethick ground,touched the bulb andtold storiesofthe worldabove theground.Soon,the sunlightpassed through,shone on the frozengroundand tickledthe bulb〃〃“Welcome.A seedsaid.I amnot strongenough toopen yourdoor andwalk in,but in〃summer,I can.The sunlightsaid.When doessummer come”Whenever the sunlight came down,the flowerasked thesame question,but summerwas stilltoo far away.There wassnow on theground,and thewell wasfrozen hardat night.〃0h,how muchlonger doI haveto waitI feelimpatient.I wantto goout.How gladI〃will be!When theseed stretchedin the bulb,the thinskin of thebulbwas split.It waswherethe sunlightreached before.Green stems,a flowerbud andleaves beganto growthrough thegroundunder thesnow.There wasstill snowontheground,but the flower couldcome outbecause thesunlightalready passedthrough theground.Welcome,come on!”The sunlightshouted.The budstuck outher headof theground coveredwithsnow andsaw thebright world.As thesunlight touchedand kissed the bud,it startedtoopen.It wasa flowerwhite assnow withthin greenstripes.The flowerlowered herhead withapleasant lookand withmodesty.〃As soonas theysaw the flower,the raysof sunlightsaid,0h,how beautifulyou are!You areso fullof lifeand pure.You arethe firstflower.Soon,snow willmelt away,and thecoldwind willstop.When wehave controlhere,the wholeworld willturn green.And youwillfind yourfriends soon.It wassuch abig pleasure.The flowerwas sofragile anddelicate thatitseemed tobe easyto breakher down,but shewas dazzlinglybeautiful andkept singingforthe comingsummer.But stillit wasfarawayfrom summer.The cloudhid thesun,and thestrongwindblewhard.The cloudand thewind shoutedto the flower.You cameout tooearly.We arestill strongenough.It is not theright timeto decorateyourself andwalk around.You willbe broken.Youwill befrozen anddried todeath.You weredeceived bythe temptationof thesun andbloomedtoo early.You aresuch a fool of summer whichbloomed inwinter.It gotcolder,and therewas nota singleray ofsunlight in the darksky eventhoughmany dayshad passed.She couldfreeze anddie.But herfaith that summer wouldcome soongrewstronger andstronger.Even whencold snowflakescamedownheavily,and ice-cold windsblew hard,she justlowered herhead,and stoodthere inher whitedress.〃Then,children cameout and shouted whenthey foundthe Anemone.Wow,this isa fool,of summer.z Itisnotstrange whatthey said.’Anemone meansa fool of summerin Danish.“She isso beautifuland elegant.This is the firstflower ofthis yearand alsothe onlyflowerin thisgarden.The childrensaid.The Anemonewas sohappy thatshe didnot evenknowthat theyhad pulledher up.One girlpicked upand kissedtheflower.She broughtit toherhouse andput it in avase.Anemone hadthe illusionthatsummercame becausethe airwas sofreshand warm.There wasa customthat youngpeople usedto giveand taketheir poemswith thefirstAnemone ofthe year.The girTs boyfriendwas stayingin abig cityfor hisstudying.Insideof theenvelope itwas asdark asinside ofthebulb.The letterset outfor thejourney in amail bag,and the Anemone gotto thefinal destinationin theend afterseveral timesof beingsqueezedand squashed.The boywho receivedthe letterwas sohappy,kissedtheAnemone andput herinadrawerof hisdesk withthe letter.There weremany lettersin thedrawer,but onlyone letterhad theAnemone.The Anemonewas veryhappy.She stayedin thedrawer evenafter summerand longwinterpassed by.When summercame again,the boytook outthe letteragain.This time,he crumpledit harshlyandthrew itaway onthe floorof hisroom.TheAnemonefell downto thefloor fromthe impact.Thats becausethe girlhad anotherboyfriend.Even thoughtheflowerwas dryand faded,shefelt sadwhen shewas treatedthat way.The nextmorning,thesunlightcame throughthe windowand shoneonthefaded thefool・of summerThen,a maidcame intothe roomand foundtheflower.She putitinone ofthe booksinthe desk.The flowerstayed insidethe bookwith poemsagain,but thosepoems weremuch greaterandmore valuablethan before.Many yearspassed,and the book sometimeswas takenout fromthe bookcaseand readby someone.〃It wasthe bookof afamous Danishpoet.One day,a manwas readingthebookandshouted.0h,is thisan anemone,a foolof summerThis poetwas also afoolofsummer who wasahead ofhisown age.Everybody usedto laughat himlong ago,but heisthebest poetof Denmarknow.,You looknice withthis book!zThe Anemonewas putinthebook again.She washappy andproud ofherself abouthow shewaskept inthat bookofthepoet.He wasalsoafoolofsummerwhowas standingfirmly inthemiddle ofcold winterdreaming summerjust liketheAnemone.。
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