安徒生童話：The Bell 鐘聲
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.
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