Does anyone know edgar allan poe's Jumping Frog?

I also looked for the English introduction of Poe's works. No, it's not very long. I have seen it myself and summarized it.

I really don't know who can joke like the emperor. It seems that the emperor was born for joking. Who wants to tell an interesting story? It's so beautiful. It's guaranteed to be popular. Coincidentally, the seven ministers in charge are all famous joke experts; And all of them are like emperors, not only incomparable clowns, but also burly and wide-minded. Is it that people gain weight after joking, or that fat people are good at joking in their bones, and I have no ability to say a correct score; But it goes without saying that clowns are skinny, but they are rare treasures.

The emperor disdained the pursuit of elegance. In his words, it is to work hard on the so-called "ghost" intelligence. He especially appreciates the lewdness of jokes, so he often spares no effort. It's so elegant, but he's boring. He would rather read rabelais's Gao Kang da (rabelais, a famous French writer and philosopher, and Gao Kang da is the first of his satirical novels The Biography of the Giant. ), I don't want to read Voltaire's Chadiger: A thousand words combined to tell a joke orally is far better than playing a prank on his stomach.

In the years when this story happened, professional clowns were not completely abolished in court. On the European continent, several "powerful countries" called Wang Daoba also raise "jesters". They wear colorful clothes and bell-tied hats. Whenever there are leftovers on the royal table, they must immediately gag and thank them for their kindness.

Long live the grandfather in our story, and naturally raise a jester. To be honest, long live the grandfather must see something stupid-to adjust the overly clever mind of his clever ministers, not to mention his clever mind.

On the other hand, long live the jester and professional clown, who is not only a fool, but also a dwarf and a cripple, and his value in the eyes of the emperor is three times higher. At that time, in the court, the short man was as ordinary as a fool; Many emperors will feel sad if they don't have a clown to laugh with them or a dwarf to make fun of them. In court, the time is much longer than in other places. As explained in the last article, all clowns are fat and clumsy in nine cases out of ten. Long live the grandfather who saw Jumping Frog (the name of the clown) with three clowns, let alone how proud he was.

In my opinion, the name "jumping frog" was never given by the godfather and godmother of the dwarf when he was baptized. It was probably seven ministers who agreed to give him this nickname when they saw that he walked differently. In fact, jumping frogs can only walk like painting flowers-half like jumping and half like twisting-and this way of walking makes Long Live Grandpa happy, of course, with comfort, because although Long Live Grandpa looks like an ox and his head is as big as a basket, he is still regarded as one of the best handsome men by Manchu officials.

Speaking of which, the jumping frog's legs are deformed and it is always difficult to walk. It seems that the creator specially gave him infinite arm strength to make up for the defects of his lower limbs. No matter what he can climb, such as trees and ropes, he can perform many clever stunts on it. To do such a thing, of course, it is comparable to a squirrel monkey cub, and it is not like a frog.

Where the jumping frog came from is uncertain. He was born in an unheard-of wilderness, far from the palace. There is also a young girl, almost as short as him, with flesh and blood and excellent dancing. Their hometown is very close. At the beginning, there was a victorious general in the headquarters, who led them to pay tribute to the emperor separately.

Since these two little prisoners are in the same boat, it is no wonder that they are affectionate; Nature soon became brother and sister. Although jumping frog has great tricks, if it can help Qu Peitai, it is not welcome at all. Although she is short, she is dignified and beautiful, and everyone falls for her and dotes on her; Therefore, it is hot; Whenever possible, she will support jumping frog.

Once, I met a grand National Day-I can't remember what it was-and Long live the Lord decided to hold a masquerade party. Every time the court holds a fancy dress ball, Tiaowa and Sanzang should be instructed to show their talents. Jumping frog has a bright brain. He is good at preparing dance programs, arranging novel feet and colors, and tidying clothes. It seems that he can't do anything without his help.

On the night of King's Day. Under the supervision of Qu Peitai, a resplendent hall has already been decorated with various decorations, which is enough to make the masquerade ball shine. The man Wu is impatient to wait. When it comes to what clothes to wear and what color to dress up, it is not difficult to imagine that our minds have already been made up. Many people decided what color to dress their feet in a week or even a month ago. In fact, no one is full of energy anywhere except long live the grandfather and seven ministers. Long live Ye, if they are not joking, I simply can't tell you why. Probably too fat to make up my mind. In a word, time passed in a blink of an eye; They tried their best and finally had to send a message to see Sanzang and the jumping frog.

The little friends accepted orders to wait on them. Long live the grandfather and seven cabinet ministers. It's just that the emperor looks furious. Long live the grandfather knows that jumping frogs don't like drinking; Because when he drinks, the lame man with bad karma is almost unconscious; Being drunk is uncomfortable. But long live the grandfather likes playing pranks, playing tricks on people and forcing frogs to drink water. According to long live the grandfather, it is drinking "for fun".

As soon as the clown and his partner entered the palace, Long live the grandfather said, "Come here, jump frog; Let's drink to your old friend first, "sighed the jumping frog," and then use your head. We should play the role of foot color-foot color, boy,-novelty-ingenuity. I'm tired of the old routine. Hey, drink it! After drinking, my brain will be completely new. "

As usual, the jumping frog bows to thank the court. I can't help it. I think too much, but I just can't think of it. It happened to be the birthday of this evil gnome, and I couldn't help crying when I heard the imperial edict to drink to the "old friend". He humbly took the cup and a big bitter tear fell in.

"ah! Ha! Ha! Ha! " The dwarf had no choice but to drink all the wine, and grandpa laughed. Long live. "Look at how strong a glass of wine is! Hey, your eyes are already glowing! "

What a bad karma! His big eyes are brighter than shining; Because he got drunk as soon as he drank it, and his strength suddenly broke out, which was really bad. He nervously put the cup on the table and looked at the eight people one by one. These ministers were overjoyed to see that the joke of Long Live Grandpa had worked.

"Well, let's get down to business," said the double-necked Prime Minister.

"Yes," said Grandpa Viva. "Hey, Jumping Frog, give us an idea. Foot color, good boy; We need to play the role of foot color-even with the seven ministers-ha! Ha! Ha! " This is a joke, and the seven ministers and long live the grandfather laughed together.

Jumping frog also smiled, only faintly and somewhat hollow.

"Warm, warm," long live the grandfather impatient. "Can't you think of an idea?"

"I'm trying to think of something novel," the dwarf replied absently. He was drunk in a daze.

"Do your best!" The bad king raised his eyebrows and shouted, "What do you mean? Ah, I see, I see. You are unhappy and need a glass of wine. Come, drink this cup! " With that, he poured a full cup for the long live grandfather and handed it to the lame. The lame man just waited for a while, looked at this glass of wine and gasped.

"Hey, drink!" The demon king shouted, "Go to hell if you don't drink ..."

The dwarf hesitated. Long live grandpa, his face is purple with anger. The detainees are laughing. With a full face of drama, Mrs. Qu Peitai went to the throne and knelt down. Begging the emperor to forgive and forgive her partner.

The bad king stared at her for a long time, obviously wondering how she dared to be so presumptuous. It seems that long live the grandfather doesn't know what to do or what to say-how to properly express his nameless anger. Finally, without saying a word, he pushed her away and spilled a full glass of wine in her face.

The unscrupulous girl tried her best to get up, even dare not sigh, and stood under the royal table again.

Suddenly there was silence, and you could even hear the sound of the embroidery needle falling to the ground. Suddenly there was a low, harsh creaking sound, which rang endlessly, as if coming from the four corners of the palace.

"What are you doing-why are you making such a strange noise?" Long live grandpa's anger. Turn to the dwarf and ask.

It seems that the short man is probably awake. He stared at the bad king's face without changing his face. He just shouted, "Slave talents? How can you be a slave? "

"It seems to be coming from outside the palace," a courtier played. "According to the minister, I'm afraid it's a parrot at the window, grinding its mouth on the fence of the cage."

"Yes," the emperor replied, as if relieved by this, "but it must be that rascal who has gritted his teeth these days. He can't be wrong."

Hearing this, the dwarf laughed, revealing a huge Kouga, which was terrible. Long live grandpa, who is really a clown, and doesn't mind people laughing. How much wine did the dwarf promise to drink? Drink as much as you want. The emperor immediately calmed down; Jumping frog drank another cup, but he couldn't see his drunkenness. He immediately perked up and told the plan for the masquerade party. "I don't know how I came up with this idea," he said in a leisurely tone, as if I had never had a sip of wine in my life. "Just now your majesty hit the handmaiden and spilled wine on her face-your majesty did. After that, the parrot made that strange noise outside the window, and my slave suddenly came up with a wonderful idea-a toy in my hometown-and slave villagers often went to masquerade parties. It's a pity that eight people can't do it, and-"

"It is obvious that there are eight people!" Long live the grandfather who saw himself and saw such a coincidence, he couldn't help crying with a smile, "Seven ministers and I, no more, no less, just eight. Go! What is it? "

"The slaves call this' eight orangutans in chains'," replied the lame man. "Dressing well is really a wonderful thing."

"All right, I'll play." Long live Grandpa, standing up straight and dropping his eyes.

"The beauty is that it can scare women to death," Jumping Frog continued.

"Wonderful!" Eight people shouted together.

"I want your majesty and adults to dress up as orangutans," said the dwarf. "I want to do everything. The appearance is so realistic that participants will treat your majesty and adults as real beasts-seriously, they are not only surprised, but also afraid. " ""great! "Grandpa shouted long live." Jumping frog! I want to promote you well. "

"Put on the chain, in order to let everyone hear the chain Mao solicitation rang, more confusion. Your majesty escaped from the guard with the adults. Your majesty can't imagine how good this effect is Eight orangutans in chains came to the masquerade party, and most of them were real orangutans. He shouted gruffly and rushed over and got stuck among a group of men and women in silk embroidered clothes. There is no better contrast in the world. "

"Yes," said Grandpa Long Live; It was getting late, and the cabinet minister stood up hastily, ready to do as the frog jumped.

Although the method of jumping frog dressing eight people as orangutans is simple, it is very clever, and the original purpose cannot be achieved. In the age of this story, orangutans are rarely seen in the civilized world; A fake orangutan dressed as a dwarf can confuse people, frighten people to death, and ensure that it is a real orangutan.

Long live the grandfather and the seven ministers first wrapped them in narrow stretch cloth shirts and underwear, and then soaked them in asphalt. At this time, some of the eight people suggested that they might as well insert feathers; Who knows, the dwarf immediately refused, and immediately convinced them that the hair of the orangutan could not be as hemp. So there was a thick layer of hemp on the asphalt. Then he took a long chain; First, long live ye's waist; Tie it up; Then wrap it around a minister's waist and tie it; Then put your arms around the waist of other ministers-one bypassed and tied. That's it. Put on the chain and stand in a circle as far as possible. For the sake of realism, Jumping Frog regards the remaining chain as two diameters, and crosses the circumference at right angles according to the way Borneo people catch chimpanzees and other great apes today.

The hall where the masquerade ball is held is a circular hall, towering and majestic, and only a window at the top of the hall penetrates the sun; It was built for the feast and entertainment in the evening. At night, it is mainly illuminated by a huge candle lamp. There is a chain hanging on the skylight, and the lamp is pulled down by counterweight as usual, but for the sake of beauty, the pulley is placed outside the vault and installed on the roof.

All the arrangements in the temple were originally handed over to Qu Peitai for supervision and care; But some details seem to be handled according to the insight of the partner dwarf. This time, according to his meaning, the candle light was removed. It's so hot, it's hard to avoid tears, and the hall is packed. Some guests will be crowded in the middle of the hall. In other words, in candlelight, tears are bound to stain gorgeous clothes. Candlesticks are placed in every corner of the temple where hands and feet are out of the way; There are fifty or sixty stone pillars lined with female statues against the wall, and everyone is holding a torch in his right hand, emitting a fragrant fragrance.

Eight orangutans listened to the frog and waited patiently until midnight. The hall was crowded with guests before they appeared. As soon as the bell stopped, they rushed over together. In fact, they rolled in. Because the chain was in the way, most of them fell down and all stumbled into the temple.

Don't mention how big this mess is among the guests. Long live the secret grandfather. Sure enough, most people either regard these blue-faced and painted animals as orangutans, or at least treat them as real beasts. Many female guests were scared to death on the spot; If I hadn't taken all the weapons out of the temple for a rainy day, I'm afraid his gang would have paid the price for this nonsense with their blood. In fact, everyone has rushed to the door together; However, as soon as Grandpa entered the hall, he ordered the four doors to be locked. And according to the shorty, all the keys on the door are hidden beside long live the grandfather.

The hall was in chaos, and all the guests were just trying to escape, because the frightened people were pushing and shoving, and it was really hanging. When the candle lamp was removed, the lamp chain was pulled up. Now it is slowly put down, and the chain hook is less than three feet from the ground.

As soon as the chain was put down, long live the grandfather and seven partners stumbled in all directions in the temple and finally rushed into the hall, needless to say, next to the light chain. The dwarf quietly followed them, encouraging them to quarrel endlessly. When they stood like that, he held the cross part of the chain tied to them and passed through the circle. With a brainwave, I immediately hooked the hook of the lamp chain to the chain; Passing 18-wheeler, I didn't see anyone pulling it, but the optical chain was so high that I couldn't reach the hook, so eight orangutans couldn't help pulling together and looked at each other.

Sooner or later, the guests are somewhat relieved; I slowly took this as a clever farce, and I laughed when I saw that the eight apes couldn't get on.

"Give it to the small one!" At this time, the frog cried, and it was not difficult to hear its harsh voice in the noise. "Give them to the small ones. The youngest may know them. As long as you have a good look, you can know who it is at once. "

Then he lined up the crowd and finally squeezed into the wall; Take the torch from the stone pillar of a female statue and return to the main hall; Jump, have the momentum of long live, fast, like a monkey; Climb a few feet along the light chain; He looked down at the group of orangutans with a torch and shouted, "The little guys can tell who it is at a glance."

Now, all the people in the temple, including the ape-man, are laughing their heads off. Suddenly, the clown hissed and whistled. The light chain suddenly rose 30 feet-eight orangutans panicked and struggled desperately, and were dragged up together, hanging in mid-air, unable to reach the sky or land. The jumping frog holds the light chain. As I rose, I kept a certain distance from the eight masks. As usual, I took down the torch and shone it on their faces, as if to see who they were.

Everyone was shocked to see the optical chain rise, and suddenly there was a dead silence. A few minutes later, there was a low, harsh creaking sound. Long live Grandpa who poured wine on Qu Peitai's face. I and seven Council ministers heard it. However, where this voice came from is self-evident at present. It turned out to be short fangs. He spat, gnashed his teeth, looked angry and annoyed, and stared at the upturned faces of eight people.

"Ah, ha!" The clown flew into a rage and finally said. "Ah, ha! The little one can see who it is now! " As he spoke, he pretended to look at the long live grandfather more carefully. The torch was close to the hemp wrapped in the long live grandfather, and suddenly it was like a snake tongue. After a while, there was a scream from the crowd in the air, and all eight orangutans were on fire. This group of people stared blankly below, trembling with fear, but could do nothing.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly it got out of hand. The clown had to climb the chain of lights; The following group of people stopped and kept silent. The dwarf took the opportunity to speak again; "What kind of people are these masks? Now you can clearly see the younger ones, "he said. "One of them is the emperor, and the other seven are parliamentary advisers. -Long live the grandfather who mercilessly beat the unarmed girl, and the seven ministers of the Council are actually ill. Next, next is the clown jumping frog-this is also the last farce. "

Sticky flax and tar catch fire easily, and the dwarf retaliated without saying a word. Eight dead bodies were burnt into a ball of burnt, stinking, ferocious and terrible, hanging from the lamp chain. The lame man threw the torch on the dead body, climbed unhurriedly to the top of the temple, passed through the skylight and disappeared.

It is said that Sanzang was at the top of the main hall at that time, and she was an accomplice in jumping frog's revenge, and it is said that in the end they fled back to their hometown together: because no one had ever seen her again.