介绍:
Cinderella 灰姑娘(1)
This is a story about darkness and light, about sorrow and joy, about something lost and something found. Is a story about Love.
Cinderella was a young and lonely girl, with no father to protect her, no mother to nurture her, and no dear sister with whom she could share secrets.
She lived a dark life in a dark house, with people who did not love her. Each morning when she rose up from bed, Cinderella felt this darkness all around her. Still, she always went to her window and made a wish for her life. Cinderella looked out toward the world that stretched far and away from her small dark room and she wished for one thing only: Love.
Every day Cinderella wished for Love.
Cinderella's house and Cinderella's life were ruled by a cold, hard woman with a face of stone and a heart sick with envy. This woman hated anything beautiful: the small yellow birds in the trees, the soft rabbits in the gardens, even the roses that bloomed in the summer fields. And she hated Cinderella most of all.
Many years before, Cinderella's mother had died. Cinderella's father married again, not knowing his new wife's unkind heart would in time bleed the life from his own. He died, leaving Cinderella to survive alone. Leaving her with nothing but her beauty and a wish for Love.
Cinderella's stepmother banished her from the warm parts of the house to the cold quarters of the scullery, where Cinderella cooked and cleaned and sometimes cried and sometimes dreamed. She did her duty, she kept her silence. But underneath it all, she was waiting. She had not given up on Love and she was waiting for it to somehow, somewhere, find her.
Cinderella's two stepsisters also waited in that house, though they waited for something altogether different. They waited for riches. They wanted nothing else. Their hearts were as cold as their mother's, and only wealth had meaning for them. Love meant nothing, and if Love ever did come to them, it is unlikely they would even have known what it was. Like the roses, which did not bloom across their doorways, Love itself did not ever linger.
(To be continued. )待续
朗读：高贵成
