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人生就是一个童话
充满了流浪的艰辛和执著追求的曲折
我的一生居无定所
我的心灵漂泊无依
童话是我流浪一生的阿拉丁神灯
——汉斯.克里斯多夫.安徒生

虽然读王尔德用安徒生的话作引语好像不太合适，但我实在是觉得，没有一句话比它更好地诠释了童话对一个人的意义。作为一个从小读着童话长大的孩子，安徒生、王尔德、圣埃克絮佩里、E.B.White，还有安房直子的桔梗花、依列娜的安绍尼……这些一直是我心里的一个梦。很久以来，一直想把梦分享给更多的人，现在放假了，终于有了这个机会。王尔德的一生里只写过九篇童话，这九篇童话代表了他的童话人生。我们的这个假期，大约二十天，我尽量，尽量在这个假期把这所以的九篇作品分享。
关于王尔德，之前有魔友介绍过。他的戏剧人生和诗歌人生我都不甚了解，只能简短地介绍一下他的生平，然后说说他的童话。
奥斯卡.王尔德(Oscar Wilde)19世纪出生于爱尔兰都柏林，以其剧作、诗歌、童话和小说闻名。唯美主义代表人物，19世纪80年代美学运动的主力和90年代颓废派运动的先驱。晚年生活潦倒，于1900年病逝于法国巴黎。虽然他的一生经历曲折，但他对美的追求，可以称为他毕生的信仰。

啰嗦了这么多，开始写正文。
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从前，一座城市里有一座为从来不会悲伤的快乐王子建造的塑像。

31'

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his swordhilt. He was very much admired indeed.

某一天飞来了一只多情的燕子，因为爱上了一枝芦苇而误了迁徙的时节。

94'

One night there flew over the city a little swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.

"Shall I love you?" said the swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."

Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.

小燕子盼望着远离冬天的寒冷，在埃及和他的朋友们相聚。

131'

"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves."

"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.

"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other.

然而，小燕子发现快乐王子并不想人们想象的那么快乐。

181'

"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint."

"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."

王子就这样把他身上的珠宝金箔让燕子送去给那些可怜的人们。他没有了眼睛，于是燕子决定留下陪他。我们的王子不再美丽光鲜，但是他真正变得快乐。我们的燕子不再想着飞去埃及避寒，帮助别人，让他感到温暖，做快乐王子的眼睛，他觉得是他的责任。
但是，燕子终究熬不过寒冷的天气，当第一场雪降下的时候，他终于还是冻死在雕像脚边。但是，肤浅的人们看不到快乐，他们只觉得丑陋的雕像不配被称作王子，不配继续站在城市。目光短浅的人们啊，他们什么都不知道，什么都不知道。

76'

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University. Then they melted the statue in a furnace.

"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."

最终，还是一个比较童话的结局，燕子和王子终于在上帝那里找到了自己永恒的位置，获得了自己的幸福。这也许就是我们相信童话的原因？因为我们总希望最后善恶有报，善得善终。在王尔德的童话中几乎不会看到那样“幸福和快乐是结局”，但是这样残缺的完美，不正是王尔德那琉璃一样触碰即碎的爱与美学吗？

By Starry

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第一天放假，好开心^ω^这个假期注定会是一个充实的假期。我估计写的这些看的人也不会多，不过其实都是写给自己看的，就像写随笔，毕竟写文章其实也是自己和自己对话的过程。
P.S.吐个槽，虽然童话原文是粘上去的，但一个字一个字码进去真心累O_o