安徒生童話故事之墓裏的孩子

《墓裏的孩子》是著名作家安徒生童話選其中之一作品。下面就讓我們一起來看看這個故事吧!

墓裏的孩子簡介

一位母親失去了她最小的兒子，於是她變得一蹶不振。一天，死神帶她去見她死去孩子的靈魂，她的兒子告訴她他過的很好，讓她不要再哭泣了，他要去上帝哪裏去了。死去的孩子還告訴他的母親，他的父親和姐姐們正在等她呢。去世孩子的一番話，讓這位母親完全甦醒過來了，她獲得了力量，比從前活的更好。

墓裏的孩子的故事

屋子裏充滿哀傷，心中充滿哀傷，最幼小的孩子，一個四歲的男孩，這家人唯一的兒子，父母的歡樂和希望，死掉了。他們誠然還有兩個女兒，最大的一個恰恰在今年該參加向上帝表示終身堅信的儀式了，兩個都是很可愛的好姑娘。可是這最小的孩子卻總是最受疼愛的，他最小，還是一個兒子。這是一場嚴峻的考驗。姐姐們極爲悲痛，就像任何年輕的心的悲痛一樣，她們的父母的痛楚特別使她們揪心。父親的腰彎下了，母親被這巨大的悲傷壓垮了。她整天圍着這病孩子轉，照料他，摟着他，抱着他。她感覺他是她的一部分。她不相信他死了，不肯讓他躺進棺材埋進墳裏。上帝不能把這個孩子從她身邊帶走，她這樣認爲：在事情仍然如此發生，成了事實的時候，她在極度痛苦中說道：

“上帝知道這件事情!世上有他的沒有心肝的僕從，他們爲所欲爲，他們不聽一位母親的祈禱。”

在痛楚中她離開了上帝。於是黑暗的思想，死亡，人在泥土中化作泥土的永恆死亡的想法，在她心中出現了;接着一切便都完了。在這樣的思想中她失去了依附，而陷入迷惘的無底深淵中去了。

在這最沉痛的時刻，她再也哭不出了。她不想自己年幼的女兒。男人的淚水滴到她的額頭，她不擡眼看他。她的思想完全專注在那死去的孩子身上，她的整個生命，她的生存都沉緬在喚回對孩子的點點記憶中，喚回他的每一句天真的話語中。

安葬的日子到來了。之前的幾個夜晚她完全沒有入睡。那天清晨時分，她疲倦到了極點，略爲休息了一會兒。就在這時，棺材被擡到一間偏僻的屋子裏，棺蓋在那兒被釘上，爲的是不讓她聽到鎯頭的響聲。

她醒過來的時候，站起來要去看她的孩子。男人含着眼淚對她說：“我們已經把棺蓋釘上了。不得不這樣!”

“連上帝對我都這樣狠，”她喊道，“人對我還會好得了多少!”她抽泣痛哭。

棺材被擡到了墳地，痛苦絕望的母親和她的年幼的女兒在一起。她望着她們，但卻沒有瞧見她們，她的思想裏已經再沒有什麼家了。她完全被哀傷所控制，哀傷在撞擊着她，就像海洋在撞擊一條失去了舵、失去了控制的船一樣。安葬那天便這樣過去了，之後幾天也是在這種同樣沉重的痛苦中度過的。全家人都用溼潤的眼睛和憂傷的目光望着她，她聽不到他們安慰她的語言。他們又能說什麼呢，他們也是悲傷得很的。

就好像她已經不懂得什麼是睡眠了。現在只有睡眠纔是她最好的朋友，它能使她的身軀重新獲得力量，使她的心靈得到安寧。他們勸她躺到牀上，她確也像一個睡眠的人一樣躺着。一天夜裏，男人聽着她的呼吸，相信她已經在休息、精神已經鬆馳下來。於是他把自己的手疊上，祈禱，然後便很快睡着了。他沒有覺察到她爬了起來，把衣服披在身上，然後靜悄悄地走出屋子，走向她日夜想念的那個地方，走向埋着她孩子的地方。她走過自家屋舍的院子，走到了田野裏，那裏有小路繞過城通到教堂的墳園。誰也沒有看見她，她也沒有看見任何人。

那是九月初，一個滿天繁星的美好夜晚，空氣還很柔和。她走進了教堂墓地，走到那座小小的墳前。這墳就像唯一一個大花環，花兒散發着芳香。她坐下來，把頭垂向墳墓，就好像她能夠透過密實的土層看到她的孩子似的。孩子的微笑還是那樣活靈活現地存在於她的記憶中。他眼中那親切的表情，即便是在病牀上，也都是永遠不能被忘記的。在她彎身向他，拉着他自己無力舉起的手的時候，他的目光就像在傾訴一樣。就像坐在他的牀邊一樣，她現在坐在他的墳旁，眼淚在不由自主地流淌，都落到了墳上。

“你想到下面你孩子的身邊去吧!”身旁有一個聲音這樣說道。這聲音清晰極了，很深沉，一直響到她的心裏。她擡頭望了望，看見身旁站着一個男人，他身上裹着很大的哀喪大氅，帽子蓋過了頭。不過，她還是從帽子下看到了他的面孔，十分嚴峻，很能引起人的信任。他的眼睛閃閃發光，就好像他還是一個青年。

“到下面我的孩子身邊!”她重複了一遍，聲音中露出一種猶豫的祈望。

“你敢隨我去嗎?”那身形問道。“我是死神!”

她點頭作了肯定的表示，忽然一下子，就好像上面所有的星星都散發着滿圓的月亮散發的那種亮光。她看見墳上的五顏六色的絢麗的花朵，泥層變得鬆軟柔和，像一塊飄忽的布。她下沉了，那身形把他的黑大氅攤開裹住她，已經是夜晚了，是死神的夜晚。她深深地沉了下去，比掘墓的鋤挖的還要深，教堂的墳園像一片屋頂似地覆蓋在她的頭上。

大氅的一個邊滑向一旁，她站在一個宏大的廳裏，大廳向四邊延伸很遠，有一種友善的氣氛。四周瀰漫着一片昏暗，突然之間，孩子在她面前出現。她把孩子緊緊地抱到她的胸前。孩子對她微笑，那笑的美麗是前所未有過的。她高聲地喊了起來，可是聲音卻聽不見。因爲此時有一陣宏亮的音樂，先在她近身的地方，接着又在遠處響了起來。從來沒有這樣令她感到幸福的聲音在她的耳畔響過。這聲音在漆黑密實的掛簾的那邊響蕩着，那掛簾把大廳和那巨大的永恆的土地隔開了。

“我親愛的媽媽!我的親媽媽!”她聽她的孩子在說。這是那熟悉、可愛的聲音。在無窮無盡的幸福之中，她一次又一次地親吻着他。孩子用手指着那漆黑的.掛簾。

“塵世上沒有這樣的幸福!你瞧見了嗎，媽媽!你瞧見所有的那些人了嗎!這是幸福!”

可是，在孩子所指的地方，除去茫茫黑夜之外，母親什麼也沒有看見。她是用塵世的眼在看，不能像這個被上帝召去的孩子那樣看。她聽到了聲音，樂音，但是她聽不到那些她應該相信的話。

“我現在能飛了，媽媽!”孩子說道，“和其他所有快樂的孩子一起，一直飛進那邊，到上帝那裏去。我很想去。可是在你哭的時候，像你現在這樣哭的時候，我是不能離開你的。可我多想啊!我要是可以，該多麼好啊!要知道，你不用多久，也會去到那邊我那裏的，親愛的媽媽!”

“哦，留下吧!哦，留下吧!”她說道，“只再呆一小會兒!我要再看你一遍，吻你，把你緊緊地抱在我的胳膊裏!”她吻他，緊緊地抱着他。這時從上面傳來了呼喚她名字的聲音，這些聲音充滿了哀怨。到底是怎麼回事!

“你聽見了嗎!”孩子說道，“那是爸爸在呼喚你!”接着，只歇了一小會兒，又傳來深深的嘆息，像是孩子在哭。

“這是我的兩個姐姐!”孩子說道，“媽媽，你當然沒有忘記她們吧!”

於是她記起了尚存留世上的幾個人，一絲不安掠過她的心頭。她朝自己的前邊望去，總有幾個搖曳的身形走過，她覺得她認識幾個。他們遊過死亡的大廳，朝那漆黑的掛簾走去，在那兒消失掉。是不是看見的身形中有她的男人，她的兩個女兒?不是，他們的喊聲，他們的嘆息還是從上面傳來。她差一點爲了這亡故的人而把他們忘記掉了。

“媽媽，天國的鐘聲響起來了!”孩子說道。“媽媽，現在太陽升起來了!”

這時朝她射來了一股極強烈的光，——孩子不見了，她升了上來——她四周很冷。她擡起自己的頭瞧了一瞧，看見她躺在教堂墳園自己孩子的墓上。但是在夢中上帝成了支持她腿腳的力量，成爲她的理智的一道光線。她跪下去，祈禱着：

“原諒我，我的上帝!我竟想讓一個永恆的魂靈不飛走，我竟會忘卻我對你給我留下的倖存者的職責!”作完這些祈禱之後，她的心似乎寬鬆下來。這時太陽噴薄升起，一隻小鳥在她的頭上歌唱，教堂的鐘聲響起來了，像一曲晨歌。四周是聖潔的，她的心中也是同樣的聖潔!她認識了自己的上帝，她認識了自己的職責，在急切中她趕着回到家裏。她彎身朝向自己的男人，她的熱烈、衷誠的吻攪醒了他，他們會心地、誠摯地交談。她恰如一個妻子一樣地堅強、溫順，她的身上又產生了巨大的信心。

上帝的意志永遠是最好的!

男人問她：“你從哪裏一下子就得到了這種力量、這種慰人的精神?”

這時她吻了他，吻了她的兩個孩子：

“我在孩子的墳墓那裏，從上帝那裏得到的。”

墓裏的孩子英文版

The Child in the Grave

It was a very sad day, and every heart in the house felt the deepest grief; for the youngest child, a boy of four years old, the joy and hope of his parents, was dead.

Two daughters, the elder of whom was going to be confirmed, still remained: they were both good, charming girls; but the lost child always seems the dearest; and when it is youngest, and a son, it makes the trial still more heavy. The sisters mourned as young hearts can mourn, and were especially grieved at the sight of their parents' sorrow. The father's heart was bowed down, but the mother sunk completely under the deep grief. Day and night she had attended to the sick child, nursing and carrying it in her bosom, as a part of herself. She could not realize the fact that the child was dead, and must be laid in a coffin to rest in the ground. She thought God could not take her darling little one from her; and when it did happen notwithstanding her hopes and her belief, and there could be no more doubt on the subject, she said in her feverish agony, "God does not know it. He has hard-hearted ministering spirits on earth, who do according to their own will, and heed not a mother's prayers." Thus in her great grief she fell away from her faith in God, and dark thoughts arose in her mind respecting death and a future state. She tried to believe that man was but dust, and that with his life all existence ended. But these doubts were no support to her, nothing on which she could rest, and she sunk into the fathomless depths of despair. In her darkest hours she ceased to weep, and thought not of the young daughters who were still left to her. The tears of her husband fell on her forehead, but she took no notice of him; her thoughts were with her dead child; her whole existence seemed wrapped up in the remembrances of the little one and of every innocent word it had uttered.

The day of the little child's funeral came. For nights previously the mother had not slept, but in the morning twilight of this day she sunk from weariness into a deep sleep; in the mean time the coffin was carried into a distant room, and there nailed down, that she might not hear the blows of the hammer. When she awoke, and wanted to see her child, the husband, with tears, said, "We have closed the coffin; it was necessary to do so."

"When God is so hard to me, how can I expect men to be better?" she said with groans and tears.

The coffin was carried to the grave, and the disconsolate mother sat with her young daughters. She looked at them, but she saw them not; for her thoughts were far away from the domestic hearth. She gave herself up to her grief, and it tossed her to and fro, as the sea tosses a ship without compass or rudder. So the day of the funeral passed away, and similar days followed, of dark, wearisome pain. With tearful eyes and mournful glances, the sorrowing daughters and the afflicted husband looked upon her who would not hear their words of comfort; and, indeed, what comforting words could they speak, when they were themselves so full of grief? It seemed as if she would never again know sleep, and yet it would have been her best friend, one who would have strengthened her body and poured peace into her soul. They at last persuaded her to lie down, and then she would lie as still as if she slept.

One night, when her husband listened, as he often did, to her breathing, he quite believed that she had at length found rest and relief in sleep. He folded his arms and prayed, and soon sunk himself into healthful sleep; therefore he did not notice that his wife arose, threw on her clothes, and glided silently from the house, to go where her thoughts constantly lingered- to the grave of her child. She passed through the garden, to a path across a field that led to the churchyard. No one saw her as she walked, nor did she see any one; for her eyes were fixed upon the one object of her wanderings. It was a lovely starlight night in the beginning of September, and the air was mild and still. She entered the churchyard, and stood by the little grave, which looked like a large nosegay of fragrant flowers. She sat down, and bent her head low over the grave, as if she could see her child through the earth that covered him- her little boy, whose smile was so vividly before her, and the gentle expression of whose eyes, even on his sick-bed, she could not forget. How full of meaning that glance had been, as she leaned over him, holding in hers the pale hand which he had no longer strength to raise! As she had sat by his little cot, so now she sat by his grave; and here she could weep freely, and her tears fell upon it.

"Thou wouldst gladly go down and be with thy child," said a voice quite close to her,- a voice that sounded so deep and clear, that it went to her heart.

She looked up, and by her side stood a man wrapped in a black cloak, with a hood closely drawn over his face; but her keen glance could distinguish the face under the hood. It was stern, yet awakened confidence, and the eyes beamed with youthful radiance.

"Down to my child," she repeated; and tones of despair and entreaty sounded in the words.

"Darest thou to follow me?" asked the form. "I am Death."

She bowed her head in token of assent. Then suddenly it appeared as if all the stars were shining with the radiance of the full moon on the many-colored flowers that decked the grave. The earth that covered it was drawn back like a floating drapery. She sunk down, and the specter covered her with a black cloak; night closed around her, the night of death. She sank deeper than the spade of the sexton could penetrate, till the churchyard became a roof above her. Then the cloak was removed, and she found herself in a large hall, of wide-spreading dimensions, in which there was a subdued light, like twilight, reigning, and in a moment her child appeared before her, smiling, and more beautiful than ever; with a silent cry she pressed him to her heart. A glorious strain of music sounded- now distant, now near. Never had she listened to such tones as these; they came from beyond a large dark curtain which separated the regions of death from the land of eternity.

"My sweet, darling mother," she heard the child say. It was the well-known, beloved voice; and kiss followed kiss, in boundless delight. Then the child pointed to the dark curtain. "There is nothing so beautiful on earth as it is here. Mother, do you not see them all? Oh, it is happiness indeed."

But the mother saw nothing of what the child pointed out, only the dark curtain. She looked with earthly eyes, and could not see as the child saw,- he whom God has called to be with Himself. She could hear the sounds of music, but she heard not the words, the Word in which she was to trust.

"I can fly now, mother," said the child; "I can fly with other happy children into the presence of the Almighty. I would fain fly away now; but if you weep for me as you are weeping now, you may never see me again. And yet I would go so gladly. May I not fly away? And you will come to me soon, will you not, dear mother?"

"Oh, stay, stay!" implored the mother; "only one moment more; only once more, that I may look upon thee, and kiss thee, and press thee to my heart."

Then she kissed and fondled her child. Suddenly her name was called from above; what could it mean? her name uttered in a plaintive voice.

"Hearest thou?" said the child. "It is my father who calls thee." And in a few moments deep sighs were heard, as of children weeping.

"They are my sisters," said the child. "Mother, surely you have not forgotten them."

And then she remembered those she left behind, and a great terror came over her. She looked around her at the dark night. Dim forms flitted by. She seemed to recognize some of them, as they floated through the regions of death towards the dark curtain, where they vanished. Would her husband and her daughters flit past? No; their sighs and lamentations still sounded from above; and she had nearly forgotten them, for the sake of him who was dead.

"Mother, now the bells of heaven are ringing," said the child; "mother, the sun is going to rise."

An overpowering light streamed in upon her, the child had vanished, and she was being borne upwards. All around her became cold; she lifted her head, and saw that she was lying in the churchyard, on the grave of her child. The Lord, in a dream, had been a guide to her feet and a light to her spirit. She bowed her knees, and prayed for forgiveness. She had wished to keep back a soul from its immortal flight; she had forgotten her duties towards the living who were left her. And when she had offered this prayer, her heart felt lighter. The sun burst forth, over her head a little bird caroled his song, and the church-bells sounded for the early service. Everything around her seemed holy, and her heart was chastened. She acknowledged the goodness of God, she acknowledged the duties she had to perform, and eagerly she returned home. She bent over her husband, who still slept; her warm, devoted kiss awakened him, and words of heartfelt love fell from the lips of both. Now she was gentle and strong as a wife can be; and from her lips came the words of faith: "Whatever He doeth is right and best."

Then her husband asked, "From whence hast thou all at once derived such strength and comforting faith?"

And as she kissed him and her children, she said, "It came from God, through my child in the grave."

墓裏的孩子讀後感

悲哀的母親從中獲得了安慰和力量故事表面上歌頌了上帝的“愛”和善良的意旨，但真正描寫的是母親的偉大，她既要鍾愛死去的孩子，也要保護活着的親人，她得在“愛”和“人生的責任”之間來掙扎，來保持平衡。上帝只是一個心理的寄託，母愛是偉大和永恆的，母愛強大到你無法想象，所以小朋友們不，請一定要好好珍惜一位愛你的母親，不要再讓她傷心難過。

墓裏的孩子作者

安徒生不只是一個童話作家，他也寫過詩、小說、劇本和遊記，其中也有不少的名篇。安徒生在童話方面的作品，對世界兒童文學創作的發展所起的影響是無法估量的。他的童話作品受到了世界廣大讀者的喜愛，這種成功主要是因爲他的作品表現出一種民主主義精神和人道主義精神，這在當時具有一定的積極意義，因爲它的對立面是封建主義的殘暴和新興資產階級的無情剝削，因而在一定程度上表達出人民的思想感情。另一方面，安徒生在語言風格上具有高度的創造性，在作品的內容上又是一個偉大的現實主義者。這兩種結合使他的作品在兒童文學中放出異彩，開闢出一條新的道路。