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Collectionofsadlovestories

Collectionofsadlovestories

1牛郎织女的故事

“七夕节”，源于我国四大民间爱情传说之一的牛郎织女的故事。

　　七夕节始终和牛郎织女的传说相连，这是一个很美丽，千古流传的爱情故事，是我国四大民间爱情传说之一。

　　相传在很早以前，南阳城西牛家庄里有个聪明、忠厚的小伙子，父母早亡，只好跟着哥哥嫂子度日，嫂子马氏为人狠毒，经常虐待他，逼他干很多的活，一年秋天，嫂子逼他去放牛，给他九头牛，却让他等有了十头牛时才能回家，牛郎无奈只好赶着牛出了村。

　　……

　　一天，天上的织女和诸仙女一起下凡游戏，在河里洗澡，牛郎在老牛的帮助下认识了织女，二人互生情意，后来织女便偷偷下凡，来到人间，做了牛郎的妻子。

织女还把从天上带来的天蚕分给大家，并教大家养蚕，抽丝，织出又光又亮的绸缎。

　　牛郎和织女结婚后，男耕女织，情深意重，他们生了一男一女两个孩子，一家人生活得很幸福。

但是好景不长，这事很快便让天帝知道，王母娘娘亲自下凡来，强行把织女带回天上，恩爱夫妻被拆散。

　　牛郎上天无路，还是老牛告诉牛郎，在它死后，可以用它的皮做成鞋，穿着就可以上天。

牛郎按照老牛的话做了，穿上牛皮做的鞋，拉着自己的儿女，一起腾云驾雾上天去追织女，眼见就要追到了，岂知王母娘娘拔下头上的金簪一挥，一道波涛汹涌的天河就出现了，牛郎和织女被隔在两岸，只能相对哭泣流泪。

他们的忠贞爱情感动了喜鹊，千万只喜鹊飞来，搭成鹊桥，让牛郎织女走上鹊桥相会，王母娘娘对此也无奈，只好允许两人在每年七月七日于鹊桥相会。

后来，每到农历七月初七，相传牛郎织女鹊桥相会的日子，姑娘们就会来到花前月下，抬头仰望星空，寻找银河两边的牛郎星和织女星，希望能看到他们一年一度的相会，乞求上天能让自己能象织女那样心灵手巧，祈祷自己能有如意称心的美满婚姻，由此形成了七夕节。

2梁祝

越州有一女子祝英台，喜欢吟读诗书，一心想出外求学，但是当时的女子不能在外抛头露面，於是就和丫头银心乔装成男子，前往杭州读书。

二人在半途遇见了也要前往杭州念书的芜州书生梁山伯及书僮士久，梁山伯和祝英台二人一见如故，遂义结金兰，一同前往杭州。

　　在杭州三年期间，梁山伯和祝英台形影不离，白天一同读书、晚上同床共枕，祝英台内心暗暗地爱慕梁山伯，但梁山伯个性憨直，始终不知道祝英台是个女的，更不知道她的心意。

有一次清明节放假、二人去西湖游玩的时候，祝英台借景物屡次向梁山伯暗示，可是梁山伯完全无法明白，甚至取笑祝英台把自己比喻成女子，最后祝英台只得直接地向梁山伯表示，梁山伯才恍然大悟。

可是这件事全被在一旁偷看的马文才得知，马文才也知道祝英台原来是个女的了。

　　后来家人写信催祝英台回家，临走前，祝英台留一封信告诉梁山伯「二八、三七、四六定」，意思是要梁山伯十天后去祝府提亲，但是梁山伯却以为是三个十天加在一起，所以一个月后才去提亲，等到梁山伯欢欢喜喜赶到祝家时，才知道马文才已经抢先一步提亲、并且下了聘礼，梁山伯只得心碎地离开，祝英台沿路相送、难舍难分。

　　梁山伯回家后，相思病重，写信向祝英台要一些找不到、拿不到的药方，表示病情绝望了，同时希望祝英台能前来探望一番，祝英台则回信告诉梁山伯，今生无缘，只希望二人死后可以一起安葬在南山。

后来梁山伯病逝，祝英台假意应允马家婚事，但是要求迎亲队伍必须从南山经过，并且让她下轿祭拜梁山伯。

当祝英台下轿拜墓，一时之间风雨大作、阴风惨惨，梁山伯的坟墓竟然裂开，祝英台见状，奋不顾身地跳进去，坟墓马上又合起来，不久，便从坟墓里飞出一对形影相随的蝴蝶…。

3THEGIFTOFTHEMAGI

byO.Henry

Onedollarandeighty-sevencents.Thatwasall.Andsixtycentsofitwasinpennies.Penniessavedoneandtwoatatimebybulldozingthegrocerandthevegetablemanandthebutcheruntilone'scheeksburnedwiththesilentimputationofparsimonythatsuchclosedealingimplied.ThreetimesDellacountedit.Onedollarandeighty-sevencents.AndthenextdaywouldbeChristmas.

Therewasclearlynothingtodobutflopdownontheshabbylittlecouchandhowl.SoDelladidit.Whichinstigatesthemoralreflectionthatlifeismadeupofsobs,sniffles,andsmiles,withsnifflespredominating.

Whilethemistressofthehomeisgraduallysubsidingfromthefirststagetothesecond,takealookatthehome.Afurnishedflatat$8perweek.Itdidnotexactlybeggardescription,butitcertainlyhadthatwordonthelookoutforthemendicancysquad.

Inthevestibulebelowwasaletter-boxintowhichnoletterwouldgo,andanelectricbuttonfromwhichnomortalfingercouldcoaxaring.Alsoappertainingthereuntowasacardbearingthename"Mr.JamesDillinghamYoung."

The"Dillingham"hadbeenflungtothebreezeduringaformerperiodofprosperitywhenitspossessorwasbeingpaid$30perweek.Now,whentheincomewasshrunkto$20,though,theywerethinkingseriouslyofcontractingtoamodestandunassumingD.ButwheneverMr.JamesDillinghamYoungcamehomeandreachedhisflatabovehewascalled"Jim"andgreatlyhuggedbyMrs.JamesDillinghamYoung,alreadyintroducedtoyouasDella.Whichisallverygood.

Dellafinishedhercryandattendedtohercheekswiththepowderrag.Shestoodbythewindowandlookedoutdullyatagraycatwalkingagrayfenceinagraybackyard.TomorrowwouldbeChristmasDay,andshehadonly$1.87withwhichtobuyJimapresent.Shehadbeensavingeverypennyshecouldformonths,withthisresult.Twentydollarsaweekdoesn'tgofar.Expenseshadbeengreaterthanshehadcalculated.Theyalwaysare.Only$1.87tobuyapresentforJim.HerJim.Manyahappyhourshehadspentplanningforsomethingniceforhim.Somethingfineandrareandsterling--somethingjustalittlebitneartobeingworthyofthehonorofbeingownedbyJim.

Therewasapier-glassbetweenthewindowsoftheroom.Perhapsyouhaveseenapier-glassinan$8flat.Averythinandveryagilepersonmay,byobservinghisreflectioninarapidsequenceoflongitudinalstrips,obtainafairlyaccurateconceptionofhislooks.Della,beingslender,hadmasteredtheart.

Suddenlyshewhirledfromthewindowandstoodbeforetheglass.hereyeswereshiningbrilliantly,butherfacehadlostitscolorwithintwentyseconds.Rapidlyshepulleddownherhairandletitfalltoitsfulllength.

Now,thereweretwopossessionsoftheJamesDillinghamYoungsinwhichtheybothtookamightypride.OnewasJim'sgoldwatchthathadbeenhisfather'sandhisgrandfather's.TheotherwasDella'shair.HadthequeenofShebalivedintheflatacrosstheairshaft,DellawouldhaveletherhairhangoutthewindowsomedaytodryjusttodepreciateHerMajesty'sjewelsandgifts.HadKingSolomonbeenthejanitor,withallhistreasurespiledupinthebasement,Jimwouldhavepulledouthiswatcheverytimehepassed,justtoseehimpluckathisbeardfromenvy.

SonowDella'sbeautifulhairfellaboutherripplingandshininglikeacascadeofbrownwaters.Itreachedbelowherkneeandmadeitselfalmostagarmentforher.Andthenshediditupagainnervouslyandquickly.Onceshefalteredforaminuteandstoodstillwhileatearortwosplashedonthewornredcarpet.

Onwentheroldbrownjacket;onwentheroldbrownhat.Withawhirlofskirtsandwiththebrilliantsparklestillinhereyes,sheflutteredoutthedooranddownthestairstothestreet.

Whereshestoppedthesignread:

"Mne.Sofronie.HairGoodsofAllKinds."OneflightupDellaran,andcollectedherself,panting.Madame,large,toowhite,chilly,hardlylookedthe"Sofronie."

"Willyoubuymyhair?

"askedDella.

"Ibuyhair,"saidMadame."Takeyerhatoffandlet'shaveasightatthelooksofit."

Downrippledthebrowncascade.

"Twentydollars,"saidMadame,liftingthemasswithapractisedhand.

"Giveittomequick,"saidDella.

Oh,andthenexttwohourstrippedbyonrosywings.Forgetthehashedmetaphor.ShewasransackingthestoresforJim'spresent.

Shefounditatlast.ItsurelyhadbeenmadeforJimandnooneelse.Therewasnootherlikeitinanyofthestores,andshehadturnedalloftheminsideout.Itwasaplatinumfobchainsimpleandchasteindesign,properlyproclaimingitsvaluebysubstancealoneandnotbymeretriciousornamentation--asallgoodthingsshoulddo.ItwasevenworthyofTheWatch.AssoonasshesawitsheknewthatitmustbeJim's.Itwaslikehim.Quietnessandvalue--thedescriptionappliedtoboth.Twenty-onedollarstheytookfromherforit,andshehurriedhomewiththe87cents.WiththatchainonhiswatchJimmightbeproperlyanxiousaboutthetimeinanycompany.Grandasthewatchwas,hesometimeslookedatitontheslyonaccountoftheoldleatherstrapthatheusedinplaceofachain.

WhenDellareachedhomeherintoxicationgavewayalittletoprudenceandreason.Shegotouthercurlingironsandlightedthegasandwenttoworkrepairingtheravagesmadebygenerosityaddedtolove.Whichisalwaysatremendoustask,dearfriends--amammothtask.

Withinfortyminutesherheadwascoveredwithtiny,close-lyingcurlsthatmadeherlookwonderfullylikeatruantschoolboy.Shelookedatherreflectioninthemirrorlong,carefully,andcritically.

"IfJimdoesn'tkillme,"shesaidtoherself,"beforehetakesasecondlookatme,he'llsayIlooklikeaConeyIslandchorusgirl.ButwhatcouldIdo--oh!

whatcouldIdowithadollarandeighty-sevencents?

"

At7o'clockthecoffeewasmadeandthefrying-panwasonthebackofthestovehotandreadytocookthechops.

Jimwasneverlate.Delladoubledthefobchaininherhandandsatonthecornerofthetablenearthedoorthathealwaysentered.Thensheheardhissteponthestairawaydownonthefirstflight,andsheturnedwhiteforjustamoment.Shehadahabitforsayinglittlesilentprayeraboutthesimplesteverydaythings,andnowshewhispered:

"PleaseGod,makehimthinkIamstillpretty."

ThedooropenedandJimsteppedinandclosedit.Helookedthinandveryserious.Poorfellow,hewasonlytwenty-two--andtobeburdenedwithafamily!

Heneededanewovercoatandhewaswithoutgloves.

Jimstoppedinsidethedoor,asimmovableasasetteratthescentofquail.HiseyeswerefixeduponDella,andtherewasanexpressioninthemthatshecouldnotread,anditterrifiedher.Itwasnotanger,norsurprise,nordisapproval,norhorror,noranyofthesentimentsthatshehadbeenpreparedfor.Hesimplystaredatherfixedlywiththatpeculiarexpressiononhisface.

Dellawriggledoffthetableandwentforhim.

"Jim,darling,"shecried,"don'tlookatmethatway.IhadmyhaircutoffandsoldbecauseIcouldn'thavelivedthroughChristmaswithoutgivingyouapresent.It'llgrowoutagain--youwon'tmind,willyou?

Ijusthadtodoit.Myhairgrowsawfullyfast.Say`MerryChristmas!

'Jim,andlet'sbehappy.Youdon'tknowwhatanice--whatabeautiful,nicegiftI'vegotforyou."

"You'vecutoffyourhair?

"askedJim,laboriously,asifhehadnotarrivedatthatpatentfactyetevenafterthehardestmentallabor.

"Cutitoffandsoldit,"saidDella."Don'tyoulikemejustaswell,anyhow?

I'mmewithoutmyhair,ain'tI?

"

Jimlookedabouttheroomcuriously.

"Yousayyourhairisgone?

"hesaid,withanairalmostofidiocy.

"Youneedn'tlookforit,"saidDella."It'ssold,Itellyou--soldandgone,too.It'sChristmasEve,boy.Begoodtome,foritwentforyou.Maybethehairsofmyheadwerenumbered,"shewentonwithsuddenserioussweetness,"butnobodycouldevercountmyloveforyou.ShallIputthechopson,Jim?

"

OutofhistranceJimseemedquicklytowake.HeenfoldedhisDella.Fortensecondsletusregardwithdiscreetscrutinysomeinconsequentialobjectintheotherdirection.Eightdollarsaweekoramillionayear--whatisthedifference?

A