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lin | 17 May, 2017 | 一般 | (2 Reads)
IN China,You must know, the Emperor is a Chinaman, and  him are Chinamen too. It happened a good many years ago, but that's just why it's worth while to hear the story, before it is forgotten.The Emperor's palace was the most splendid in the world;it was made entirely of porcelain, very costly, but so delicate and brittle that one had to take care how one touched it. In the garden were to be seen the most wonderful flowers, and to the costliest of them silver bells were tied,which sounded, so that nobody should pass by without noticing the flowers. Yes, everything in the Emperor's garden was admirably arranged. And it extended so far, that the gardener himself did not know where the end was. If a man went on and on,he came into a glorious forest with high trees and deep lakes. The wood extended straight down to the sea,which was blue and deep; great ships could sail in beneath the branches of the trees; and in the trees lived a Nightingale,which sang so splendidly that even the poor fisherman,who had many other things to do,stopped still and listened, when he had gone out at night to take up his nets,and heard the Nightingale.
“How beautiful that is!”he said; but he was obliged to attend to his business, and thus forgot the bird.But when in the next night the bird sang again, and the fisherman heard it, he exclaimed again,“How beautiful that is!”
From all the countries of the world travellers came  a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mind to the city of the Emperor, and admired it, and the palace, and the garden, but when they heard the Nightingale,they said,“That is the best of all!”