In an old landlord's manor, a young and prestigious family lived. www.biquge.info They are very rich and happy, and they want to be happy and do good deeds. They want to make everyone as happy as they are.

On Christmas night, a richly decorated Christmas tree was erected in the old knights' hall. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and spruce branches hung around the ancient picture frame. Hosts and guests alike gather here, singing loudly and dancing gracefully.

In the evening, the maids' house is filled with Christmas celebrations. There is also a large spruce tree with red and white candles lit on it, as well as a small Danish flag, paper-cut swans and fishing nets with goodies. The guests were children of poor parish families, brought by their mothers. Moms don't look much at the Christmas tree, but at the Christmas table. On the table lay tweed, linen, clothing, and mattresses. Yes, mothers and older children look that way, and only the little ones reach the candles, paper flowers, and flags with their hands.

The group came early in the afternoon. They had Christmas porridge, roast goose and red cabbage. After the tree was lit and the gifts were distributed, everyone was given a glass of mixed wine and an apple pie.

They went back to their poor homes and talked about the good life they had lived, and that was the food; They took out the gift again and looked at it carefully. There was a gardener named Kirsteen and a gardener named Ole, and they were a couple. They hoeed the grass and the land on the landlord's estate, so they had a place to live and a daily bread. Every Christmas they get great gifts. They had five children, and the clothes they wore were all given by their owners.

Our hosts are philanthropic people! They said. But they can afford to give, and they can have fun doing so.

All four children are well dressed, says Ole, the gardener. But why wasn't the cripple given? They used to think about him, even though he didn't go to the banquet.

It was the eldest of the children, and they called him Cripple, but his name was Hans.

As a child, he was the smartest and most lively child. But his leg suddenly went paralyzed, they say. He couldn't stand up and couldn't go. He's been in bed for five years.

Yes, I also got a gift for him. Mother said. It's not a great thing, though, it's a book he can read.

This thing can't make him fat! Father said.

But Hans liked it. He was a very talented kid and loved to read. However, Hans, who had to lie in bed all the time, also had to take some time to do what he could to be useful. His hands are dexterous. He knitted woolen socks with his own hands, yes, even into a whole bed blanket; The hostess of the manor praised it and bought it.

The gift he received was a storybook. There is a lot to read and thought-provoking in the book.

It's useless in this home! Parents said. But let him read it, and time will pass by. He can't always knit socks!

Spring is coming. The flowers grow flower bones, and the green leaves begin to sprout. The wild plant known as the nettle is also sprouting, although it is so beautiful in the Hymns:

Even if all the kings go into battle,

Make all your might,

They didn't have a way to do it

Make the nettle grow a leaf.

On the landlord's estate, not only the gardeners and assistants had a lot of work to do, but also the gardener Kirsteen and the gardener Ole.

It's exhausting! They said that we had just leveled the road rake, and it was a mess again. The guests in the manor are like the tide. How much does it cost? But the owner is a rich man.

It's so unfair! Ole said. The priest said that we are all children of God, but why is there such a difference?

That's because of the fall of man! Kirsteen said.

In the evening they talked about it again, and Hans the Crippled was lying beside him with a book. The hard life and hard work made the hands of the father and mother thicker, and it also made their judgment and view of things harsh. They can't control their emotions, they can't get rid of their worries, and now they are more resentful and angry.

Some people are rich and happy, while others are only poor! Why did our ancestors blame us for their disobedience and curiosity, and we didn't do the same nonsense as the two of them!

Not necessarily, we also have slip-ups! Hans the Cripple said suddenly. It's all in this book!

What does the book say? Father and mother asked.

He read to them the old tale about the woodcutter and his wife: they also scolded Adam and Eve for their curiosity, saying that it was the cause of their misfortune. Then the king of this country passed by there, come home with me! So that you can live like I did: seven dishes, with an extra one. This dish is served in a large bowl, and you cannot uncover it. As soon as the lid is lifted, your glory and wealth will turn into a cloud of smoke! What's in the bowl? The wife said. It's none of our business! The woodcutter said. yes, I'm not curious! The wife said. I'm just wondering, why can't we lift the lid. It's sure to be something delicious inside! I hope there are no tricks! Let's say a pistol, let's say, and a shot is slammed and the house is shaken! Oh! The wife cried out, not touching the bowl. But at night, she dreamed that the lid of the bowl opened by itself, and there came out a very nice smell of mixed wine, the same kind that people drank when they were married or buried. There was a large silver coin in it, which said: If you drink this mixture, you will become the richest man in the world, and everyone else will be called Hanako! The wife woke up at once, and she told the man about her dream. You're thinking too much about it! He said. We can lift the lid gently and carefully! The wife said. Gently and carefully! The man said. So the wife carefully lifted the lid. As soon as it was revealed, two clever little mice jumped out, burrowed into a mouse hole, and disappeared. Good night! The king said. Now you can go home and go to your bed. Stop scolding Adam and Eve, you're just as curious and uninformed!

Where did this story get into the book? Gardener Ole said. The story seems to be about us. It's worth thinking about!

The next day they went back to work. The sun scorched them, and the rain drenched them; They are resentful, and they chew on these thoughts carefully.

When it was not completely dark, they drank the milk porridge.

Tell us the woodcutter's story again! Gardener Ole said.

There are so many good stories in this book! Hans said. Many, many, many, you don't know.

I'm not very interested in those! Gardener Ole said. I want to hear the story I know!

The man and his wife listened again.

They listened to the story for several nights.

I haven't quite figured it out yet! Ole said. People are like sweet milk, they are sour. Some of them turn into good cheese, and some of them become thin yogurt soup! It's like someone who is lucky and sits at a luxurious dining table every day, not knowing what sorrow is and what is want.

Hans the Cripple heard these words. His feet are useless, but his mind is sharp. He told them stories written in books and read the stories of carefree people. yes, where is this person to be found? Gotta find him:

The king was so ill that he lay in bed, and he could not be saved unless he was allowed to wear a shirt that had to be worn by a truly carefree man. The court sent people to all the nations of the world, to all the palaces and estates, to all the rich and happy. But if you ask them carefully, each of them has experienced some kind of sadness or some setback.

I don't have any worries at all! The little swineherd sitting on the edge of the ditch said, smiling and singing. I'm the happiest person!

Then give us your shirt, and the messenger will give you half a kingdom in return.

But he didn't have a shirt, and he said he was the happiest man.

This lad is very nice! Ole, the gardener, said that he and his wife both smiled, as if they hadn't laughed in years.

At this time, the principal of the elementary school walked past them.

You're so happy! He said, "It's really new in your family." Did you win the lottery?

No, it's not like that! Gardener Ole said. It was Hans who was reading us the storybook. He reads the story of a carefree man who doesn't even have a shirt. Such a story can bring tears to your eyes, but it is nothing more than a story printed on a book. Everyone has their own problems, not just one person. It's always gratifying!

Where did you get your books? The principal asked.

It was a gift that Hans had received at Christmas more than a year ago, given to him by his host. You know he loves to read and is a cripple again! At that time, we wanted him to get two blue coats. But this book is very strange, it seems to answer the questions in your mind!

The headmaster picked up the book and opened it.

Let's hear that story again! Ole the gardener said, "I haven't figured it out yet." Also, he should have read another story about the woodcutter!

These two stories are enough for Ole, enough for them. They were like two rays of sunlight shining into this humble room, into the bitter thoughts that often displeased them.

Hans read all the books and read them many times. Fairy tales transport him to the big world outside. You know, he can't go to those places on foot, because his legs and feet don't listen to him.

The headmaster sat on the edge of his bed and they talked together, which was a pleasure for both of them.

From that day on, when my father and mother were working outside, the headmaster often came to Hans. For the child, every time he arrives, it is like a good meal. He listened very carefully to the old man telling him about the size of the world and the many countries in the world, that the sun was about 500,000 times larger than the earth, and that it was so far away that it took 25 years for a cannonball to reach the earth from the sun, and that it only took eight minutes for light to reach the earth. These things are now known to every diligent student, but they are new to Hans, far more wonderful than those told in the storybooks.

The principal was invited to the landlord's house once or twice a year for dinner. On one occasion he told him how much the storybook had done to the poor family, and that just two stories had awakened and made them happy. Every time the frail but intelligent little boy reads a story, his family is deeply thought about and happy.

When the headmaster came home from the landlord's estate, Madame stuffed him with two shining silver coins and told him to give them to little Hans.

They belong to the Father and the Mother! When the headmaster gave Hans the money, the boy said.

Ole the gardener and Kirsteen the gardener say that lame Hans is also useful and happy!

After a day or two, my father and mother went to work in the landlord's estate. The owner's car stopped at the door, and came the kind-hearted lady, who was glad that her Christmas present had brought so much comfort to the little boy and his parents.

She brought fine bread, fruit, and a bottle of syrup. Even more pleasing was that she brought him a shiny cage with a black bird in it, and the bird sang very well. The birdcage was on the old wardrobe, some distance from Hans's bed, and he could see the bird and hear it sing. Yes, its song can be heard from afar by people walking on the avenue outside.

After the lady had gone in the car, Ole the gardener and Kirsteen the gardener returned. They were glad to see Hans, but they thought that the gift Madame had given him would only cause trouble.

The rich people could not have imagined this, and they said, "Now we have to take care of it, and Hans the Cripple has no way to take care of it." In the future, the cat will eventually be taken away!

Eight days passed, and another eight days passed. During this time, the cat came in several times. It didn't scare the bird, let alone hurt it. Then something big happened. It was one afternoon, when his parents and other children had gone to work, and Hans was home alone. With a storybook in his hand, he was reading the story of the fisherwoman whose wishes were granted. She wanted to be a king and became a king; She wanted to be an emperor, and she became an emperor. But then she wanted to be a charitable God, so she sat in her old mud ditch again.

The story had nothing to do with birds or cats, but he was reading it when it happened. Since then, he has never forgotten it. The birdcage was on the closet, and the cat was crouching on the ground, staring at the bird with a pair of yellow-green eyes. There is an expression on the cat's face, as if to say to the bird, "You are so beautiful!" I want to eat you!

Hans understood this, and he could see it in the cat's face.

Go, cat! He shouted. How about you get out of this house!

It shrank as if to leap.

Hans couldn't reach it, and he had nothing else to throw over and hit it except his lovely baby storybook. He threw the book out, but it fell apart, and the book jacket flew to one side, and the pages flew to the other. The cat took a few steps back slowly, and stared at Hans as if to say:

Leave it alone, little Hans! I can walk, I can jump, you can't do anything! Hans stared at the cat with his eyes, and his heart was very uneasy; The birds were not resting either. There was no one to bark, as if the cat knew this, and it made a gesture to jump. Hans lifted the sheets, he could use his hands. But cats don't care about sheets. The sheet was thrown over, but it didn't work. Then the cat jumped on the chair and then on the window sill, where it was closer to the birds.

Hans felt his blood boiling. But he didn't care about that, he only thought about cats and birds. You know, the child can't get out of bed, he can't get up, let alone walk. When he saw the cat jump from the window sill to the wardrobe and knock the birdcage over, his heart seemed to spin inside him. Birds flutter around in their cages. Hans shouted. He was shocked, and without thinking about it, he jumped out of bed, ran to the closet, and chased the cat down. He held the birdcage, and the birds inside were frightened. He ran out of the house with the birdcage and out onto the avenue.

At this time, tears flowed from his eyes like a spring. He was pleasantly surprised and shouted, "I can walk!" I can walk!

He was healthy again. It was possible, it happened to him.

The principal lives nearby. Hans ran barefoot, wearing only a shirt and a shirt, and a birdcage in his hand.

I can walk! He shouted. My God! He sobbed with joy. The home of Gardener Ole and Gardener Kirsteen rejoices. We won't have any happier days than this! Both of them said so.

Hans was called to the landlord's manor, a road he hadn't walked for many years. The trees and bushes that he knew so well seemed to nod to him and say to him: Hello, Hans! You're welcome outside! The sun shone on his face and into his heart.

The young happy couple of the landlord of the landlord's estate, let him sit with them. They looked very happy, as if he were part of their family. But the happiest was the young hostess, who gave him storybooks and singing birds. The bird was indeed dead now, scared to death, but it restored him to health. Books inspired him and his parents; The book is still with him. He wants to save it, read it, even when he is very old. Now he is also useful at home. He wanted to learn a trade, preferably bound books. Because, he said. That way I can read all the new books!

In the afternoon, the master called both his parents. She and her husband discussed Hans's affair together. He was a pious and intelligent child, interested in reading and having the ability to comprehend. God always accomplishes good things.

That night, when my parents returned from the landlord's estate, they were overjoyed, especially Kirstin. But a week later, she cried because Hans was going out. He's got new clothes and he's a good boy. But now he was going to go across the oceans, to go to school in faraway places, to learn Latin, and it would be many years before they would see him again.

He didn't take his storybook with him, and his parents were to keep it as a keepsake. My father read it a lot, but he always had to read those two stories, because he was familiar with them.

They received letters from Hans, and each one was happier than the other. He was with good people and lived well. The most pleasing thing is to enter the school, there is so much to learn and know. He now only hopes to live to be 100 years old and one day become a principal.

May we live to see that day! The parents said, holding each other's hands tightly, a picture of the look they had when they received the sacrament.

What a wonderful thing happened to Hans! Ole said. God also has poor children in His heart! This is reflected in the cripple! Doesn't that look like what Hans wrote in the book he read to us? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )