What is the original text of Wind in the Willows?

All morning, Mole worked diligently, cleaning his little house in spring, first sweeping it with a broom, then dusting it with a duster, then climbing ladders and chairs, holding brushes and mortar buckets, and painting the walls until the dust choked his throat and he lost his eyes. He was covered with white mortar, and his back ached and his arms ached. The breath of spring is blowing in the sky above him, swimming in the soil under his feet and floating around him. The wonderful pursuit and longing spirit of spring even got into his dark and low hut. No wonder he threw the brush on the ground and shouted, "What a nuisance!" "Fuck it!" "What spring cleaning? Go to hell! " He rushed out of the house without even caring about his coat. There was a force calling him urgently, so he ran to the steep tunnel. This tunnel leads directly to the gravel driveway on the ground, which belongs to animals living in a ventilated sunny room. The mole scratched, crawled, squeezed, squeezed, scratched and scratched. The little paw was so busy that he kept muttering, "Let's go up! Let's go up! " Finally, poof, the tip of his nose came out of the ground and stretched out to the sun. Then, his body rolled on the warm and soft grass of the big lawn.

"Great!" He said to himself, "this is much more interesting than painting the wall!" " The sun shone warmly on his fur, and the breeze caressed his feverish forehead. After living in the cave for so long, his hearing became dull, and even the cheerful songs of birds sounded like shouting. The joy of life, the joy of spring, and the trouble of cleaning, he jumped up happily, jumped forward on all fours, ran across the lawn and ran to the fence at the end of the lawn.

"Stop!" An old rabbit shouted at the gap in the fence. "Smuggling your way home costs sixpence!"

Moles are impatient and arrogant. He doesn't care about the old rabbit at all, but he doesn't know what to do at the moment. The mole trotted along the fence, teasing the other rabbits, who peeped through the hole probe one by one to see what was going on outside. "Idiot! Idiot! " He sneered, and before they could come up with a few words to return him, they ran away without a trace. At this time, the rabbits complained to each other. "See how stupid you are, why don't you tell him ..." "Well, why don't you tell him ..." "You should warn him ..." And so on, as usual. Of course, as usual, it's always-too late.

Everything is too good to be true. He ran across lawn after lawn, along low hedges, through bushes and walked in a hurry. Everywhere, birds build nests, flowers are in bud, and Ye Er is crowded-everything seems happy, busy and enterprising. He couldn't hear his conscience whispering in his ear, "Paint the walls!" " I just feel how comfortable it is to be the only lazy dog among a large group of busy citizens. It seems that the most comfortable place for a holiday is not to rest, but to see others busy with their work.

He wandered aimlessly and suddenly came to Dachuan, which is rich in water resources. He felt extremely happy. He has never seen a river in his life. This smooth, winding huge animal kept chasing and laughing gently. Every time it catches something, it giggles. When it threw them away, it laughed again and turned to pounce on its new playmate. They struggled to get rid of it, but it caught them and held them tightly. It trembled, sparkled, bubbled, bubbled and chattered. The sight stunned the mole. He was fascinated, as if possessed. He ran along the river with small steps, followed the adults like a little doll, and was fascinated by his thrilling story. He finally got tired of running and sat down on the shore. But the river keeps talking to him. It tells the most beautiful story in the world. These stories originated in the depths of the earth's core, went all the way, and finally talked to the sea that I haven't heard enough.

Sitting on the grass, he looked across the river and suddenly saw a dark hole on the other side of the river, just on the water. He dreamily thought, if an animal doesn't ask too much, just wants a small and exquisite riverside hut, which won't be submerged at high tide and stay away from the hubbub, this residence is quite comfortable. He was in a daze when he suddenly felt a shiny little thing flashing in the middle of the hole, flickering like a little star. However, in a place like this, it won't be a star. If it is a firefly, it looks too bright and too small. Looking at it, the bright thing blinked at him, indicating that it was an eye. Then, around the eyes, a little face gradually appeared, like a picture, embedded in a frame.

A small brown face with two beards on her cheeks.

A serious round face with shining eyes was the kind of light that first caught his attention.

A pair of delicate small ears, a silky thick hair.

That's the mouse!

Then, the two animals stood face to face and looked at each other carefully.

"Hey, Mole!" Said the Rat.

Hey, mouse! Replied the mole.

"Would you like to come over?" Asked the Rat.

"Well, that's easy to say." The mole said grumpily, because it was his first time to see the river, and he was not familiar with the living habits on the water.

Without saying a word, the Rat bent down to untie a rope, drew it closer, and then stepped gently into a boat that the Mole had not noticed before. The boat was painted blue outside and white inside, and the mole's heart flew to the boat at once, although he didn't quite understand its purpose.

The Rat skillfully rowed the boat to the other side and stopped. He stretched out his front paws and carefully helped the mole down. "Hey!" Said the Rat,' Now, come in gently!' So the mole was surprised and delighted to find that he really got into the tail of a real ship.

"What a beautiful day!" Said the mole. At this time, the rat propped the boat away from the shore and picked up the sculls. "You know, I've never been on a boat in my life!"

"What?" Cried the Rat with his mouth wide open in surprise. Never sat on it-you mean you never-alas-what did you do? "

"Is it really that beautiful by boat?" Asked the mole a little shyly. In fact, when he leaned back in his seat, carefully looked at the cushions, paddles, paddles and all those charming equipment, and felt the boat swaying gently under him, he had long believed this.

"Beauty? This is a unique beauty in the world,' said the Rat, bending down and paddling. "Please believe me, young friend, nothing-absolutely nothing-is more interesting than traveling by boat. Nothing, just wandering around, "he muttered dreamily. "Sitting in the boat, wandering around, wandering around ..."

Watch the front, mouse! The mole gave a sudden cry of surprise.

It is too late. The ship hit the shore. The boat that woke up from a long dream sank to the bottom of the boat with alacrity.

Sit in the boat-or follow the boat-and wander around,' said the Rat, laughing heartily, getting up and walking casually. "Stay in the boat, or stay outside, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems to matter, and that's its charm. No matter where you go or not; Whether you arrive at your destination, another place, or nowhere to go, you are always busy, but you have not done anything special; This thing is done, and there are other things waiting for you. You can do it or not if you like. Well, if you really don't have anything else to do this morning, shall we row downstream for a whole day? "

The mole shook his feet happily, straightened his chest, took a long breath and lay comfortably on the soft cushion. "I want to play with it today!" He said, "Let's start now!"

"Well, wait a minute, just for a moment!" Said the Rat. He put the cable through a ring on the dock, tied it, and climbed into his hole above the dock. Soon, he staggered out with a big rattan lunch basket.

Push it under your feet,' said the Rat to the Mole, handing the basket to the boat. Then he untied the cable and picked up the sculls.

"What's in it?" The mole wriggled curiously.

There are cold chickens,' replied the Rat in one breath. Cold tongue, cold ham, cold beef, pickled cucumber salad, French rolls, sandwich pot, braised pork, ginger beer, lemon juice and soda water ...

"Come on, come on," cried the Mole happily. "Too much!"

"Do you really think it's too much?" The rat asked solemnly,' this is just what I often take with me when I travel on weekdays; Other animals always say that I am a cheapskate, and I eat just right! "

But the mouse didn't listen at all. He was deeply immersed in this novel life, intoxicated by waves, ripples, fragrance, underwater sound and sunshine. He put one paw into the water and daydreamed for a long time. The kind mouse just paddled steadily and didn't disturb him.

I like your clothes very much, old chap,' said the Rat about half an hour later. One day, when it is convenient for me, I will buy myself a black velvet smoking suit to wear.

"What did you say?" The mole finally came to his senses. "You may think I'm rude, but all this is too new to me. It turns out that this is a river. "

"This is the river." Corrected the mouse.

"So, you really live by this river? How beautiful! "

I live by the river, with the river, by the river, in the river,' said the Rat. In my opinion, this river is my brother and sister, my aunt and my partner. It provides me with food and drink, as well as washing. It is my whole world; I don't need any other world. What is not in the river is not worth wanting, and what the river doesn't understand is not worth knowing. Lord! How many wonderful times we spent together! No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is always interesting and exciting. At the high tide in February, my cellar was filled with unsanitary soup, and the yellow-brown river flowed out of the window of my most exquisite bedroom. When the tide ebbs, pieces of mud are exposed and smell like raisin cakes. The river is full of rushes and other aquatic plants. At this time, I can swim on most riverbeds without getting my shoes wet, and I can find fresh food to eat, as well as things that careless people throw off the boat. "

"However, do you sometimes feel a little bored?" Asked the mole bravely. "Only you are with the river, and no one else is chatting with you?"

"There is no one else? Well, that's not surprising,' said the Rat magnanimously.' You're new here, so naturally you don't understand. Nowadays, the residents on the river are so crowded that many people have to move away. The scenery on the river is not what it used to be. Otters, fish and dogs, greyhounds, grouse, etc. are all around you. Please do this and that, as if we have nothing to take care of ourselves. "

"What's that over there?" The mole raised his paw and pointed to the dark forest behind the grass across the river.

"That? Oh, it's a wild forest. " The Rat replied briefly, "We who live in the river seldom go there."

"They-the residents over there, aren't they?" Asked the mole a little uneasily.

Well,' replied the Rat,' let me think. Squirrel, not bad. Rabbits, some are good, but rabbits are good and bad. Of course, there are badgers. He lives in the middle of the wild forest, and he doesn't want to live anywhere else, even if you pay him. Dear old badger! No one bothered him. It's best not to disturb him. " The Rat added meaningfully.

"Why, will someone disturb him?" Asked the mole.

Well, of course, there are-there are other animals,' said the Rat hesitantly, weasel-ferret-fox, and so on. They are not all bad people. I get along well with them. Play together when we meet or something. But sometimes they will make trouble in groups, which need not be denied. Besides, it is also true that you can't really trust them. "

The mole knows that it is against the etiquette of the animal kingdom to always talk about possible troubles in the future, even if he only mentions them, so he gives up the topic.

"So, what's away from the wild forest?" He asked, "That blue, fuzzy place, maybe a mountain, maybe not a mountain, a bit like smoke in the city, or just a cloud?"

Outside the wild forest is the big world,' said the Rat. "That place has nothing to do with you and me. I haven't been there, and I don't intend to go; Never go with a clear head. Please don't mention it again. This is our still water bay. It's time for lunch here. "

They left the main river and sailed into a place that at first glance looked like a small lake surrounded by land. Against the tree, it is a green grass slope. Snake-like brown roots glistened under the calm water. Ahead is a silver barrage rising high, and foam is tumbling under the dam. Connected to it is a drip wheel. Above the wheel, there is a gray gabled mill. The waterwheel kept turning, making a dull rumble, but from time to time there was a crisp and cheerful little voice from the mill. This scene was so touching that the mole couldn't help raising his front paws, and he was so excited that he couldn't breathe and shouted, "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Hey! "

The Rat rowed the boat to the shore, steadied it, helped the still clumsy mole safely to the shore, and then threw the lunch basket out.

The mole asked the Rat for permission to open the basket and take out the food by himself. The Rat was happy to do as he did, so he stretched out on the grass and let his excited friends play with him. The mole shook off the tablecloth and spread it on the ground. As usual, he took out the mysterious goods in the basket and put them in an orderly way. Whenever he makes a new discovery, he shouts, "Oh, my God! Hey! " When everything was ready, the Rat ordered, "Now, old chap, chew!" " "Mole is very happy to do it, because he did a routine spring cleaning that morning, kept working, didn't eat or drink, and then went through many things, as if it had been several days.

"What are you looking at?" Asked the Rat. At this time, their hunger was relieved, and the mole could look away from the tablecloth.

"I'm looking at a string of bubbles moving on the water," said the mole. "I think it's funny."

"Bubble? Aha! " The mouse barked happily, as if inviting someone.

A wide, flat and shiny mouth appeared in the water on the shore. The otter emerged from the water and shook off the water droplets on his coat.

"greedy flower!" He leans towards the food. "Brother Mouse, why don't you invite me?"

This picnic was impromptu,' explained the Rat. Come on, let me introduce you. This is my friend Mole. '

"It's an honor." The otter said that the two animals became friends at once.

"It's noisy everywhere!" The otter continued. "It seems that the whole world came to the river today. I went to this still water bay to be quiet, but I bumped into you two again! At least-oh, sorry-that's not what I meant, you know. "

There was a rustle behind them, coming from the hedge. On the hedge, the leaves of the first year are still hanging thick. A striped head with a pair of towering shoulders below looked at them from behind the hedge.

"Come here, old badger!" Cried the Rat.

The old badger trotted forward for a step or two, and then muttered, "Hum! Have a companion! " Then he turned and ran away.

"He is such a person!" The disappointed mouse commented, "I hate social life! Don't think about seeing him again today. Tell us, who else has been to the river? "

"Toad is one of them," replied the otter. "Driving his brand-new rowing boat; A new suit, everything is new! "

The two animals laughed at each other.

"For a time, he was obsessed with sailing," said the Rat. Later, when he got tired of sailing, he played punting. I'm not interested in anything, just punting all day and causing a lot of trouble. Last year, I fell in love with the boathouse again, so we all had to stay with him in his boathouse and pretend to like it. Said he spent the rest of his life in the boathouse. No matter what you are obsessed with, the result is always the same. It doesn't take long for you to get bored and fascinated by new things. "

"Man is really a good man," said the Otter thoughtfully, "but he is not consistent and stable-especially on the boat!"

From where they are sitting, across an island, you can see the mainstream of the river. Just then, a rowing boat came into view. The rower-a stocky man-splashed oars and rolled back and forth on the boat, but he still rowed hard. The Rat stood up to greet him, but Toad, the rower, shook his head and rowed his boat intently.

If it keeps rolling around like this, it will soon fall,' said the Rat and sat down again.

"It will definitely fall out," giggled the otter. "Did I tell you that interesting story? The story of toad and sluice keeper? Toad him ... "

A ephemera drifting with the current, full of youthful longing for life, swims obliquely against the current. Suddenly I saw a whirlpool rolling up on the water, and with a snort, the ephemera disappeared.

The otter is gone, too.

The mole lowered his head at once. The otter's voice is still in my ears, but the grass he shaved is empty. Looking at the horizon from the foot of the mountain, there is not an otter.

However, a string of bubbles appeared on the river.

The mouse hummed a tune. Mole remembered that according to the rules of the animal kingdom, if your friend suddenly leaves, you shouldn't talk casually, whether for a reason or not.

Well, well,' said the Rat,' I think we should go. I don't know, which one of us should clean up the dishes? "It sounds as if he is not particularly willing to enjoy this treatment.

"Oh, let me," said the Mole. Of course, the mouse made him do it.

The work of packing baskets is not as pleasant as opening them, and it has always been so. But moles are naturally interested in everything. As soon as he packed the basket and tied it, he saw a plate staring at him on the ground. When he reassembled the plate, the Rat pointed out that he was missing a fork that everyone should see. Finally, you see, there is the mustard bottle that he sits under his ass without feeling-despite twists and turns, the work is finally finished, and the mole is not particularly impatient.

In the afternoon, when the sun went down, the Rat dreamed that he was rowing in the direction of going home, mumbling some poems and paying little attention to the Mole. As for the mole, his stomach is full of lunch, and he is very satisfied. He felt quite comfortable on the boat, so he was a little eager to try. He suddenly said, "Hey, Brother Mouse, I want to row a boat now!" " "

The Rat smiled, shook his head and said, "Not yet, my young friend, wait until you have learned it several times. Rowing is not as easy as it looks. "

For a minute or two, the Mole said nothing, but he became more and more jealous of the Rat. Seeing the rat paddling all the way, his movements were so powerful and relaxed that the mole's pride began to whisper in his ear. He could paddle as well as the rat. He jumped up and snatched the sculls from the rat. The Rat kept staring at the water, mumbling some poems, but didn't pay attention to the mole's behavior. Instead, he turned over and fell to the bottom of the boat again. The winning mole stood in his position and shook his oars confidently.

"Stop it! You stupid donkey! " Lying at the bottom of the boat, the Rat shouted,' You can't do this! You'll upset the boat! "

The mole threw the paddle back and plunged deep into the water. The paddle didn't paddle at all. I saw his feet sticking up high and he threw himself on the lying mouse. He panicked, grabbed the ship's rail and suddenly-plop!

The bottom of the boat turned over and the mole struggled in the river.

Oh, the water is so cold, I'm soaked! He sinks, sinks, sinks, and the water rumbles in his ear. After a while, he surfaced, coughing, choking and screaming. How lovely the sun looks! After a while, he sank again and fell into despair. At this time, a powerful claw grabbed his neck. That's a mouse. The rat was obviously laughing-the mole could feel it. His laughter spread from his arm to his paw and to the mole's neck.

The Rat grabbed one paddle and put it under the mole's armpit, and put the other paddle under his other armpit. Then he swam to the back, pushed the poor animal to the shore, dragged it out of the water and landed on the shore, becoming a wet, soft and terrible pile.

The Rat rubbed the Mole for a while, wrung the water off his wet clothes, and then said, "Now, old chap! Run back and forth along the road until you are warm and your clothes are dry. I dived into the water to catch the lunch basket. "

The mole in shock, soaked to the skin and ashamed, ran around the river until he was almost dry. At the same time, the mouse jumped into the water again, grabbed the boat, turned it over and tied it; He also found things scattered on the water. Finally, he dived into the water, grabbed the lunch basket and tried to take it to the shore.

When everything was arranged and set sail again, the mole limped and sat in the stern seat in dismay. When sailing, he was emotional and whispered intermittently, "Brother Mouse, my generous friend! I am so stupid and ungrateful! I feel so sorry for you. I feel particularly heavy at the thought of almost losing that beautiful lunch basket. To tell the truth, I am a complete donkey, and I know it myself. Can you let bygones be bygones, forgive me this time and treat me like before? "

"Nothing, bless you!" The mouse replied easily, "What is wet, mouse?" Most of the time, I spend more time in the water than on the shore. You should stop worrying about it. Well, I really hope you can come and live with me for a while. My family is very ordinary and humble, and it can't be compared with toad's family. But you haven't been to my house yet. You are here, and I will make you comfortable. Besides, I can teach you to row and swim, and you will soon be as free on the water as we are. "

This kind and considerate words moved the mole to be speechless, so he wiped away a tear or two with the back of his paw. But the understanding mouse looked away. After a while, the mole's mood slowed down. When two grouse chattered at each other and laughed at his appearance, he could talk back.

When he got home, the Rat lit a blazing fire in the living room, brought the mole a dressing gown and a pair of slippers, settled him in an armchair in front of the fire, and told him all kinds of anecdotes on the river until dinner. Mole is a land animal, and the story on the river is very thrilling and interesting to him. The mouse talked about the barrage; Speaking of sudden flash floods; Speaking of jumping pike; There are steamboats that throw bottles-the bottles are really thrown by steamboats, so it can be inferred that they were thrown by steamboats-and herons, who are very arrogant when talking to others; There is also the exploration of drainage sewers; And catching fish with otters at night, or hiking in the fields with badgers. I had a hearty dinner, but the mole soon became very sleepy after dinner, and the careful master had to send him to an elegant bedroom upstairs. The mole immediately threw himself on the pillow and felt very calm and satisfied. He knew that his new friend Dahe was patting his window lattice.

For the mole who has just been liberated from the underground room, this day is just the beginning of a series of accompanying days. With the arrival of the summer when everything grows and matures, the days become longer and more interesting. He learned to swim and row, and tasted the sweetness of playing with running water. When he puts his ear close to the reed pole, he sometimes hears the wind whispering in the reed.

Because there are too many contents in the book, I only show the first chapter, but the website is /ertong/index24.htm, and there may be some small advertisements, but it is already very good.

Wind in the Willows is a fairy tale featuring animals, with elegant writing, detailed description and rich philosophy. There are several lovely animal images in the book: timid but adventurous mole, hospitable and romantic mouse, chivalrous and leading old badger, toad who likes to brag, show off and pursue fashion, and honest otter-they live by the river or in the big forest and have fun together. Share joys and sorrows.

The original is too long. I suggest buying books.