安徒生童话：沙冈那边的一段故事_少儿英语故事

安徒生童话：沙冈那边的一段故事

　　It was a good sermon to-day， the man said at last. If we had not God to trust in， we should have nothing.

　　Yes， replied the woman， He sends joy and sorrow， and He has a right to send them. To-morrow our little son would have been five years old if we had been permitted to keep him.

　　It is no use fretting， wife， said the man. The boy is well provided for. He is where we hope and pray to go to.

　　They said nothing more， but went out towards their houses among the sand-hills. All at once， in front of one of the houses where the sea grass did not keep the sand down with its twining roots， what seemed to be a column of smoke rose up. A gust of wind rushed between the hills， hurling the particles of sand high into the air； another gust， and the strings of fish hung up to dry flapped and beat violently against the walls of the cottage； then everything was quiet once more， and the sun shone with renewed heat.

　　The man and his wife went into the cottage. They had soon taken off their Sunday clothes and come out again， hurrying over the dunes which stood there like great waves of sand suddenly arrested in their course， while the sandweeds and dune grass with its bluish stalks spread a changing colour over them. A few neighbours also came out， and helped each other to draw the boats higher up on the beach. The wind now blew more keenly， it was chilly and cold， and when they went back over the sand-hills， sand and little sharp stones blew into their faces. The waves rose high， crested with white foam， and the wind cut off their crests， scattering the foam far and wide.