Who knows the name of a fairy tale book? There is a story in which there are monsters and children. I wonder if it's the story of 365 nights.

No one in the world can tell so many stories like Ole Lucille-he can!

He is a good friend of Danish children. Everyone knows him. In Danish, his name is OleLukCie. Ole is a very common name in Denmark, and Luccie is the abbreviation of Lukke and cie in Danish, which means "close your eyes".

After dark, when the children were still sitting at the table or stool, Ole Lucille came. He walked up the stairs gently because he was walking in socks; He quietly pushed open the door, so "shh!"

He sprayed a little sweet milk into the children's eyes-just a little, a little, but enough to keep them from opening their eyes. So they can't see him. He sneaked behind them, gently blowing their necks, and their heads felt dizzy. Ah, yes! But it won't hurt them, because Ole Lucille loves children very much. He just asked them to keep quiet, which can only be done after they were sent to bed: he had to wait until they were quiet before telling them stories.

Old Lucille sat on the bed while the children were asleep. The clothes he wears are beautiful: his coat is made of silk, but it's hard to say what color it is, because it will turn red, green and blue-it all depends on how he turns it. He has an umbrella under each arm. There is a picture on an umbrella; He put his umbrella on the good children so that they could dream beautiful stories all night. But there was nothing painted on the other umbrella: he spread the umbrella on the naughty children, and the children fell asleep like this. When they wake up in the morning, they feel that they have never had any dreams.

Now let's listen to how Ole Lucille visited a child named Haarma every night for a whole week and told him some stories.

Well, there are seven stories, because there are seven days in a week.

Monday

"Listen," Ole Lucille said after putting Haarma to bed at night;

Now I want to decorate it. "So the flowers in the flowerpot became big trees, and the long branches stretched out along the wall under the ceiling of the house, making the whole house look very good.

Come like a beautiful flower pavilion. These branches are full of flowers, and each flower is more beautiful than a rose. It gives off such a sweet fragrance that people simply want to taste it. -Sweeter than jam. The fruit sparkles like gold; Sweet bread opens its mouth to reveal the raisins inside. All this is unspeakable beauty. But at the same time, there was a terrible cry in the desk drawer where Haman put his textbooks.

"What is this?" Ole Lucille said. He went to the table and opened the drawer. It turned out that the slate was cramped with pain, because a wrong number was included in the total and it almost broke up. The chalk used to write the slate bounces on the line that binds the slate, like a puppy. It wanted to help Sum, but it couldn't-then there was another wail in Haarma's exercise book-which sounded really sad. The big letters on each page are arranged in a straight line one by one, and there is a small letter next to each word, which also becomes a neat straight line. This is the mode of practicing calligraphy. There are some letters beside these letters. They think they are as beautiful as the letters in front. These are all words practiced by Haarma, but they are staggered, and the lines that should be aligned are all out.

"You should stand like this, you know," said the simulation. "Look-tilt it like this and turn it easily!"

"Oh, we really want to do that," Haarma wrote, "but we can't; Our health is not very good. "

"Then you have to take some medicine," said Ole Lucille.

"Oh, that won't do," they shouted, and stood up straight at once, looking very comfortable.

"Yes, we can't tell any stories now," said Ole Lucille.

"I must ask them to practice now. One, two! One, two! " He practices letters like this. They are standing, very neat and healthy, just like any model.

However, when Ole Luca left and Haarma got up to see them in the morning, they were still as sad as before.

Tuesday

When Hal went to bed at once, Ole Lucille gently sprayed magic milk on all the furniture in the room. So every piece of furniture began to talk about itself, only the spittoon stood alone without saying a word. A little annoyed is that everyone is vain, only talking about themselves, only thinking about themselves, without considering that it stands modestly in the corner and lets everyone spit themselves out.

There is a big picture hanging on the top of the wardrobe, embedded in a gold-plated frame. This is a landscape painting. People can see a tall old tree, flowers in the grass, a big lake and a river connected with it. The river surrounds the burning forest, flows through many palaces and flows to the ocean.

Ole Lucille sprayed a magical milk on this painting, so the birds in the painting began to sing, the branches began to shake, and the clouds were flying-everyone could see the shadow of the clouds passing through the landscape.

Now Ole Lucy holds little Haarma to the picture frame, and Haarma puts his foot into the picture-all the way to the high grass. So he just stood there. The sun shone on him through the branches. He ran to the lake and got on a boat parked there. The ship is painted red and white, and its sails are shining with silver. Six swans with golden crowns and a shining blue star on their foreheads dragged the boat through the green forest-the trees here told stories of robbers and witches, the flowers told stories of beautiful trolls, and the butterflies told them stories.

Many beautiful fish with golden and silver scales are swimming behind the boat. Sometimes they jump up and splash in the water. Many blue, red, large and small birds fly in two rows behind the boat. The gnats are dancing, and the little golden bug is saying, "Oh dear! Hey! " They all follow the heroic spirit, and everyone can tell a story.

This is a voyage! Sometimes the forest looks deep and dark, sometimes it looks like an extremely beautiful garden full of sunshine and flowers, and there are magnificent palaces built of glass bricks and marble. There are some princesses standing on the balcony. They are all little girls that Haarma is familiar with-because he played with them. They held out their hands, each holding the most beautiful sugar pig that a woman selling cakes could sell. When Harma passed by every sugar pig, he went to get it, but the princesses held it tightly, and everyone only took half-the princess took a small half and Harma took more than half. There are some little princes standing guard beside each palace. They threw many raisins and tin soldiers with golden knives on their backs at him. They really deserve to be princes!

Haarma sails, sometimes through the forest, sometimes through the hall, and sometimes directly through the center of a city. He came to the city where his nanny lived. When he was a baby, the nanny often held him in her arms. She has always loved him. She nodded to him, waved to him, and read a poem she wrote for Haarma:

Dear Haarma, I miss you very much.

How much I loved kissing you when you were little,

Kiss your forehead, your mouth and your bright red face-

My baby, how I miss you!

I listened to you mumbling to learn the original words,

But I have to say goodbye to you.

May God grant you infinite happiness on earth,

You-a fairy from the sky.

All the birds sang together, the flowers danced on the branches, and many old trees nodded, as if Ole Lucille were telling them stories.

Wednesday

Hi! How hard it is raining outside! Harma can hear the rain in her dream. When Ole Lucille opened the window, the water almost flowed to the windowsill. There is a lake outside, but a beautiful boat is parked next to the house.

"Little Haarma, if you sail with me," said Ole Lucille, "you can go abroad tonight and come back tomorrow morning."

So Haarma put on the beautiful clothes she wore last Sunday and set foot on this beautiful ship. The weather will clear up soon. They drove through several streets and bypassed the church. Now in front of them, is the ocean of Wang Yang. They sailed for a long time and finally the land was completely out of sight. They saw a flock of storks. These birds also fly out of their homes and fly to warm countries. They fly in a line, one after another, and they have flown far, far away! One of them is so tired that its wings can hardly support it. It is the last bird in the flock. Soon it fell far behind. Finally, it spread its wings and slowly fell. Although it still flapped its wings twice, it was useless. Its foot touched the rigging, so it slipped off the sail. Bang! It landed on the deck.

The waiter on the boat caught it and put it in the chicken house. The poor stork was really depressed in it.

"Look at this guy!" The hens said in unison.

So the cock put on airs and asked the stork who he was. The ducks stepped back and pushed each other: "Bark! Call! "

Storks tell them stories about hot Africa, pyramids and ostriches running like wild horses in the desert. But the ducks didn't understand what it said at all, so they pushed each other a few times!

"We all agree that it is a fool!"

"Yes, it's really stupid," giggled the rooster.

So the stork kept silent and missed its Africa.

"Your legs are thin and lovely," said the rooster. "Excuse me, how much are they worth?"

(1) Lun (Alen) is a Danish unit of length, equal to 0.627 meters.

"honk! Ga! Hey! " All the ducks laughed. But the stork pretended not to hear.

"You can laugh together for a while," the cock said to it, "because it's funny. Don't you think it's too obscene? Hi! Hi!

He is not a very learned man! Let's play a joke on ourselves. "

So they all cooed, and the ducks quacked, "quack!

Goo! Gung! Goo! "They think they are humorous, and they are simply out of shape.

But Haarma went to the henhouse, opened the back door of the henhouse and barked at the stork. The stork jumped out and jumped onto the deck to look at him. Now it is resting. It seems to nod to Haarma and thank him. So it spread its wings and flew to a warm country. However, the hen is cooing, the duck is quacking, and the cock's face is flushed.

"I'll take you to make soup tomorrow." Harma said. So he woke up and found himself still lying in the crib. The voyage that Ole Lucille arranged for him tonight was really wonderful.

Thursday

"I tell you," said Ole Luca, "you should never be afraid. I'll show you a little mouse now. " So I held out my hand to him, holding a light and lovely animal in my hand. "It is to invite you to the wedding. Two little mice are getting married tonight. They live underground in your mother's storage room: it should be a very lovely place! "

"But how can I get into that little mouse hole on the ground?" Haarma asked.

"I'll think of something," said Ole Lucille. "I can make you smaller."

So he sprayed magic milk on Haarma. The child shrank little by little, and finally became only the size of a finger.

"Now you can wear it by borrowing a tin soldier's uniform: I think it suits your figure. It is not more beautiful for a person to wear a uniform in social situations. "

"Yes, exactly." Harma said.

After a while, he dressed like a handsome soldier.

"Please sit on your mother's thimble," said the mouse, "so that I can be honored to pull you away."

"Oh, my God! I didn't expect to trouble you like this, miss! " Harma said. Then they went to the mouse wedding.

They first came to a long underground passage. The height of this passage is just enough for them to pull the thimble directly. A match lit up the whole road.

"You smell! How delicious the taste here is! " The mouse said while pulling.

"The whole road was wiped with bacon skin. There is nothing better than this! "

Now they come to the wedding hall. All the Mrs. Mouse stood on the right hand side, whispering to each other and laughing as if they were joking. All Mr. Mouse are standing on the left. They stroke their beards with their front paws. So, in the middle of the room, the bride and groom appeared. They stood on the round shell of an empty milk cake. They kissed each other like bees in front of all the guests-of course, they were engaged and the wedding was coming.

Guests swarmed in. Rats can almost trample each other to death. The happy couple stood in the middle of the door so that people could neither come in nor go out.

Just like that, this house is polished with bacon skin, and this bacon skin is what they eat. However, the host took out a pea as a snack on the plate. A mouse in this family bit out the names of the newlyweds-their first letters, so to speak. This is a very novel model.

The mice attending the wedding felt very beautiful and satisfied with the guests.

Haarma sat thimble again and went home; He attended a high-class social occasion, but he had to shrink himself into a ball and get smaller, and at the same time he had to wear the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday

"You will never believe how many adults want to be with me!" Ole Lucille said, "Especially those who have done bad things. They often say to me,' Little Ole, we can't close our eyes. We lie in bed all night and watch our bad behaviors-these behaviors sit on the edge of our bed like ugly children and pour boiling water on us. Please come and drive them away so that we can have a good sleep! "So they sighed deeply and said,' We are willing to pay you. Good night, Ole. The money is on the windowsill. "However, I don't work for money." Ole Luca said.

"What are we going to do tonight?" Haarma asked.

Yes, I wonder if you are interested in going to another wedding tonight. This wedding is different from yesterday's. Your sister's big doll-he looks like a big man and his name is Herman-is going to marry a doll named Belda. In addition, today is the doll's birthday, so they received many gifts. "

"Yes, I know about it." Harma said. "Whenever these dolls want to have new clothes to wear, my sister lets them celebrate their birthdays or hold weddings. This has happened a hundred times! "

"Yes, but tonight is the one hundred and first wedding. When the one hundred and first time has passed, everything will be over. Because of this, this wedding will be very gorgeous. Go and see again! "

Haarma glanced at the table. There is a house made of paper with lights in the windows; All the tin soldiers standing outside are saluting. It makes sense for the bride and groom to sit on the ground and lean against the legs of the table thoughtfully. Ole Lucille married in her grandmother's black dress.

After the wedding, all kinds of furniture sang a beautiful song-this song was written for them by pencil. It is sung with the rhythm of soldiers beating drums:

Our song is like a gust of wind,

Come to the newlyweds' room;

They stood upright,

It's all made of glove leather!

Hooray, hooray! Sticks and glove skins!

We congratulate each other loudly in the storm!

So they began to accept gifts-but they refused to accept any food because they planned to live by love.

"Shall we go to the country or travel abroad now?" Asked the groom.

They went to consult the swallow who traveled frequently and the old hen who gave birth to five babies. Swallow said a lot about those beautiful temperate countries: ripe grapes hung there heavily, hanging in strings; The air there is mild; The mountains there shine with brilliance that has never been seen here.

"But there is no rape like ours!" The old hen said. "One summer, my children and I lived in the country. There is a bunker there. We can go there at will and grab soil there; We were also allowed to drill into a vegetable garden full of rape. Ah, how green it is! I can't imagine anything more beautiful than this! "

"But this rape stem is different from that one," said the swallow.

"And the weather here is always so bad!"

"People will get used to this weather." The old hen said.

"But it's cold here, and it always freezes."

"That's good for rape!" The old hen said. "Besides, the weather here.

It will also get warmer. Didn't we have a summer that lasted five weeks four years ago? It was so hot that you could hardly breathe. Besides, we don't have poisonous animals like them, and besides, we don't have robbers.

Whoever doesn't admit that our country is the most beautiful is a villain-then he doesn't deserve to live here. "So the old hen began to cry." I've traveled! I walked in the henhouse 150 miles: I don't think traveling is fun at all! "

"Yes, the old hen is a sensible woman!" Dole Belda said.

"I'm not interested in traveling up the mountain, because you just climb up and then climb down. No, let's go to the bunker outside the door and take a walk among the rape flowers. "

So the problem is solved.

Saturday

"Now tell me some stories!" Little Haman said; By this time, Ole Lucille had put him on the bed.

"We don't have time to tell stories tonight," Ole replied, putting his beautiful umbrella over the child's head. "Now please look at these China people!"

The whole umbrella looks like a big bowl in China: there are some blue trees, arched bridges and little China people standing and nodding.

"Tomorrow we must clean up the whole world," Ole said, "because tomorrow is a sacred day-Sunday. I will go to the top of the church steeple and tell the church elves to clean the clocks so that they can make a wonderful sound. I will go to the field to see if the wind has swept the dust off the grass and leaves; Besides, the biggest job is: I want to pick the stars in the sky and clean them well. I want to put them in my apron. But I have to write down their numbers first, and at the same time I have to write down the numbers of the holes in which they are embedded, so that they can return to their original places in the future; Otherwise, they will be unstable, and the result is too many meteors, because they will fall one after another. "

"Please listen! You know, Mr. Lucille, "said an old portrait; It hangs on the wall beside Haarma's bed. "I am Haarma's great-grandfather. You told many stories to your children, and I am very grateful to you; But please don't confuse his mind. Stars can't be picked and polished! Stars are all spheres, just like our earth. It is for this reason that they are wonderful. "

"I thank you, great-grandfather," Aureliano said, "I thank you!

You are the head of the family. You are the ancestor of this family. But I'm older than you! I am an old pagan: the Romans and Greeks call me the dream god. I have been to the most luxurious family; I still go there often! I know how to treat great people and small people. Now please tell your story! "-So Ole Luca picked up his umbrella and went out.

"Well, well! These days, one can't even express opinions! " The old portrait began to grumble. So Haarma woke up.

Sunday

"Good night!" Ole Lucille said; Haarma nodded and ran to turn the portrait of his great-grandfather over against the wall, so that he wouldn't interrupt again like yesterday.

"Now you have to tell me some stories: the story of five green peas living in a pod; A story about a cock's feet asking for love from a hen's feet; The story about a pretentious sewing needle who thinks he is a sewing needle. "

"Enjoy good things too much, it will be boring!" Ole Lucille said. "You know, I really want to show you something. Let me introduce my brother to you. He is also known as Oleluka; But he has never visited anyone more than once. When he comes, he always holds the people he meets on his horse and tells him stories. He only knows two stories. One is extremely beautiful, which no one in the world can imagine; The other is very ugly and terrible-I can't describe it. "

So Ole Lucille carried little Harma to the window and said, "Now you can see my brother, and the other one is Ole Lucille. Someone called him' Death'! You know, he is not as terrible as people painting him as a skeleton in picture books. No, that skeleton is just a pattern of silver embroidered on his coat. This coat is a beautiful cavalry uniform. Behind him on horseback, there is a cloak made of black velvet. Please look at the way he runs! "

Haarma saw how old Luca galloped past on his horse and how he carried the young and the old on horseback. Some people sit in front of themselves, others sit behind him. But he always asks first, "What's written in your notice book?" They said with one voice, "Good." He said, "well, let me see for myself." So everyone must hand in the notice book. Those people whose books say "very good" and "very good" sit in front of him and listen to beautiful stories; Those who wrote the words "barely" and "fair" in the book had to sit behind him and listen to a very terrible story. The latter trembled and cried loudly. They wanted to get off the horse, but they couldn't, because they were born tightly on horseback at once.

"But Death is the loveliest old Lucille," said Harma. "I am not afraid of him!"

"You don't need to be afraid of him," said Ole Lucille. "You just need to keep paying attention and let your notice book write a comment!"

"Yes, it's quite educational!" The portrait of my great-grandfather muttered to himself.

"It is still useful to make suggestions." Now he is very satisfied.

You see, this is the story of Ole Lucille. He can tell you more in person tonight!

( 1842)

Although this work is a fairy tale composed of several short stories, it is actually a prose poem with far-reaching significance. Very poetic, some epigrams are full of wit, reflecting some shortcomings, vulgarity and ridiculous aspects of real life. But in the short story Friday, when two dolls get married, they "refuse to accept any food because they intend to live by love." "We don't have poisonous animals like them, and besides, we don't have robbers. Whoever does not recognize that our country is the most beautiful is a villain. " "I'm not interested in traveling up the mountain either, because you just climb up and down." These seemingly "philosophical" views make people laugh and cry, but they cannot be ignored.

These absurd things are still an indispensable part of our life today. This group of short stories was written by Andersen for his friend and world famous sculptor Dorval.

Is this it?