安徒生童话故事第26篇：恋人The Top and Ball
一个陀螺和一个球儿跟许多别的玩具一起呆在一个抽屉里。陀螺对球儿说：
“我们既然一起住在一个匣子里，我们来做一对恋人好不好?”
但球儿是用鞣皮缝的，所以她像一个时髦的小姐一样，骄傲得不可一世，对于此事根本不作回答。
第二天，这些玩具的主人(一个小孩子)来了。他把陀螺涂上了一层红黄相间的颜色，同时在他身上钉了个铜钉。所以当这个陀螺嗡嗡地转起来的时候，样子非常漂亮!
“请瞧瞧我!”他对球儿说：“你现在有什么话讲呢?我们订婚好吗?我们两人配得非常好!你能跳，我能舞。谁也不会像我们两人这样幸福的!”
“嗨，你居然有这个想头!”球儿说：“可能你还不知道我的爸爸和妈妈曾经是一双鞣皮拖鞋，我的内部有一块软木吧?”
“知道，不过我是桃花心木作的，”陀螺说：“而且还是市长亲手把我车出来的。他自己有一
个车床，他做这种工作时感到极大的愉快。”
“我能相信这话吗?”球儿问。
“如果我撒谎，那么愿上帝不叫人来抽我!”陀螺回答说。
“你倒是会奉承自己，”球儿说。“不过我不能答应你的请求。我也可算是和一个燕子订了一半的婚吧：每次当我跳到空中去的时候，他就把头从窠里伸出来，同时说：'你答应吗?你答应吗?’我已经在心里说了一声’我答应’。这差不多等于是一半订婚了。不过我答应你，我将永远也不忘记你。”
“好，那也很不坏!”陀螺说。
美雨 他们此后就再也不讲话了。
第二天，小孩把球儿拿出去。陀螺看到她多么像一只鸟儿，高高地向空中飞，最后人们连她的影子都看不见了。但她每次都飞回来，不过当她一接触到地面时，马上就又跳到空中去了——这是因为她急迫地想要高攀，或是因为她身体里有一块软木的.缘故吧。不过，到第九次的时候，这球儿忽然不见了，再也没有回来。小孩子找了又找，但是她失踪了。
“我知道她在什么地方，”陀螺叹了一口气说。“她是在燕子的窠里，跟燕子结婚了!”
陀螺越想着这事，就越怀念着球儿。正因为他得不到这只球。他对她的爱情就越发加深。在这件事情中最令人奇怪的是，她居然选择了另外一个对象。陀螺跳着舞，哼着歌，可是心中一直怀念着球儿——在他的想像中，球儿变得越来越美丽。好几年的光阴就这么过去了。这已经成了“旧恋”。
但陀螺已经不再年轻了——不过有一天，他全身涂上了一层金;他从来没有像现在这样漂亮过。他现在是一个金陀螺，他跳着，一直跳到他唱出嗡嗡的歌声来。是的，这情景值得欣赏一下!可是忽然间，他跳得太高，于是他失踪了!
大家找了又找，甚至到地下室里去找过，但是没有办法找到他。
他到什么地方去了呢?他原来跳到垃圾箱里去了——这儿什么东西都有：白菜梗啦，垃圾啦，从屋顶上落下的沙粒啦。
“我来到的这个地方真妙!我身上的金色现在要离开我了。我简直是落到一批贱民中来了!”于是他向旁边一根被剥得精光的长白菜梗子斜望了一眼，又向一个颇像老苹果的、奇
怪的圆东西瞧了一下——但这并不是苹果，而是那只老球儿!她在屋顶上的水笕里躺了许多年，完全被水浸涨了。
“谢天谢地，现在总算来了一位有身份的人，可以跟我聊聊天了!”球儿说，同时向这个金陀螺瞟了一眼。
“我是真正的鞣皮制的，由姑娘亲手缝出来的，而且我身体里还有一块软木，但是谁在我身上都看不出来!我几乎要跟一个燕子结婚，不过却落到屋顶上的水笕里去了，在那儿我整整呆了五个年头，弄得全身透湿!请你相信我，对于一个年轻姑娘说来，这段时间是太长了。”
不过陀螺什么也不说。他回想起他的“旧恋”。他越听越明白：这就是她。
气管炎是什么病
这时一个小丫头来了。她要倒掉这箱垃圾。
“哎唷!金陀螺原来就在这儿啦!”她说。
于是金陀螺又被拿进屋子里来了，引起人的注意和尊敬。可是那个球儿呢，一点下文也没
有。陀螺再也不说他的“旧恋”了，因为，当爱人在屋顶上的水笕里呆了五年，弄得全身透湿的时候，“爱情”也就无形地消逝了。是的，当人们在垃圾箱里遇到她的时候，谁也认不得她了。
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针灸疗法
小静脉 恋人英文版：
一望二三里古诗 The Top and Ball
AWHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in a box, among other toys, and the top said to the ball, “Shall we be married, as we live in the same box?”
But the ball, which wore a dress of morocco leather, and thought as much of herlf as any other young lady, would not even condescend to reply.
The next day came the little boy to whom the playthings belonged, and he painted the top red and yellow, and drove a brass-headed nail into the middle, so that while the top was spinning round it looked splendid.
“Look at me,” said the top to the ball. “What do you say now? Shall we be engaged to each other? We should suit so well; you spring, and I dance. No one could be happier than we should be.”
“Indeed! do you think so? Perhaps you do not know that my father and mother were morocco slippers, and that I have a Spanish cork in my body.”
“Yes; but I am made of mahogany,” said the top. “The major himlf turned me. He has a turning lathe of his own, and it is a great amument to him.”
“Can I believe it?” asked the ball.
“May I never be whipped again,” said the top, “if I am not telling you the truth.”
怎样跑步快小诀窍 “You certainly know how to speak for yourlf very well,” said the ball; “but I cannot accept your proposal. I am almost engaged to a swallow. Every time I fly up in the air, he puts his head out of the nest, and says, ‘Will you?’ and I have said, ‘Yes,’ to mylf silently, and that is as good as being half engaged; but I will promi never to forget you.”
恋爱英语
“Much good that will be to me,” said the top; and they spoke to each other no more.
Next day the ball was taken out by the boy. The top saw it flying high in the air, like a bird, till it would go quite out of sight. Each time it came back, as it touched the earth, it gave a higher leap than before, either becau it longed to fly upwards, or from having a Spanish cork in its body. But the ninth time it ro in the air, it remained away, and did not return. The boy arched everywhere for it, but he arched in vain, for it could not be found; it was gone.
“I know very well where she is,” sighed the top; “she is in the swallow’s nest, and has married the swallow.”
The more the top thought of this, the more he longed for the ball. His love incread the more, just becau he could not get her; and that she should have been won by another, was the worst of all. The top still twirled about and hummed, but he continued to think of the ball; and the more he thought of her, the more beautiful she emed to his fancy.
Thus veral years pasd by, and his love became quite old. The top, also, was no longer young; but there came a day when he looked handsomer than ever; for he was gilded all over. He was now a golden top, and whirled and danced about till he hummed quite loud, and was something worth looking at; but one day he leaped too high, and then he, also, was gone. They arched everywhere, even in the cellar, but he was nowhere to be found. Where could he be? He had jumped into the dust-bin, where all sorts of rubbish were lying: cabbage-stalks, dust, and rain-droppings that had fallen down from the gutter under the roof.
