The Nightingale

Recently I’ve read Oscar Wilde's fairy tales, of which the deepest impression is "the Nightingale and the Rose". The Nightingale and the Rose is about a young man who wants to dance with his beloved, and the woman once promised that she would dance with him as long as he gave her a rose. So the young man looked around, but in this cold winter, he could not find a red rose at all. When he was in despair, the nightingale in the tree heard him crying and decided to help the young man. The nightingale went to the rose tree to borrow a red rose, but the red rose tree told her that its blood had frozen in winter, and that if she wanted a red rose, she must sing all night to make it and dye it with its blood, that is, to trade death for a rose. Even if the cost is high, the nightingale thinks that love is greater than life, so she decides to sacrifice herself. All night long, she sang and stuck her chest against the thorns and stabbed herself in the heart. The red rose appeared, but the nightingale died. When the young man found the rose, he took it and gave it to his beloved. But the woman turned him down with a look of disdain. The young man turned from disappointment to anger and threw the rose into the street, and a carriage ran it over brutally. The nightingale's ideal of love in exchange for her life is easily trampled on, and it is selfless and sad that she is willing to give her life for the sake of belief.