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Updated: May 3, 2025
They were good-natured enough, even the grasp on her hair was roughly playful, but her heart seemed to stop in her as a swimmer's might the first instant he lost sight of land and beheld only towering billows looming around him. She darted one swift glance at her knife, and another at an old willow-tree that overhung the bank, some thirty yards away.
Once there was also a field of buckwheat, and this field was exactly opposite to old willow-tree. The buckwheat did not bend like the other grain, but erected its head proudly and stiffly on the stem. "I am as valuable as any other corn," said he, "and I am much handsomer; my flowers are as beautiful as the bloom of the apple blossom, and it is a pleasure to look at us.
"Well, I never in all my born days heard the like," said the oak. "Listen to him talking about his head, when all the world can see that it's been chopped off, so that there's nothing but a wretched stump left." "It's all very well for you to talk," said the willow-tree. "I should like to see you in my place.
Those who found his body, not being able to withdraw so formidable a weight direct, cast a rope across the lower branch of a convenient willow-tree and thus raised it to the shore. In this striking manner Fa Fai's definite opinion achieved a destined end. The Degraded Persistence of the Effete Ming-shu
"But I almost think it has got a still nicer flavour by growing up here in you, you old Willow-Tree." "My dear Blackbird," said the strawberry-plant, "you're often at the manor-house. Won't you do me the favour to tell the squire that I am growing up here?" "That I will certainly not do," said the blackbird.
But during that day he did not see so many visions of the Day of Doom. Instead, he watched the birds more and more eagerly. He saw the nest soon finished. The little builders fluttered about it and inspected it. They went after a few bits of lichen from the real willow-tree and fastened them on the outside, to fill the place of plaster and paint.
You know I have had a bad time and have lost my crown?" "I heard you say so," said the dandelion. "I can also see that you look rather cowed among the other trees in the avenue." "Don't talk about the poplars," said the willow-tree, distressfully. "They are my relations, but they have never forgiven me for being put here by mistake as a cutting.
They all looked across and saw that the willow-tree was standing with quite a lot of charming, green, long, lithe twigs, which shot straight up and waved their green and pretty leaves. All the twigs stood in a circle at the top of the polled trunk and were so straight that no poplar need have been ashamed to own them.
The snow drifted till sky and earth became one. "Now I can hold out no longer," said the old willow-tree. Then he snapped, right down by his root. The iron hoop which he wore round his head went clattering down the frozen road. The railing tumbled over.
But the buckwheat stood straight and proud. "Bend your head, as we do," called the field-flowers. "I have no need to," said the buckwheat. "Bend your head, as we do!" warned the golden wheat-ears; "the angel of the storm is coming; he will strike you down." "I will not bend my head," said the buckwheat. Then the old willow-tree spoke: "Close your flowers and bend your leaves.
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