Chapter 9 Chapter Eight Anne's Religious Enlightenment

Marilla had her own thoughts and plans.Until the afternoon of the next day, Anne didn't know that she had been left behind.In the morning, Marilla arranged various tasks for Annie, and watched carefully from the sidelines. She found Annie to be a docile child, quick-witted, driven, quick to understand things.The biggest shortcoming is that I often sneak away when I am working, and I am keen on fantasizing. It takes a long time to wake up, and I am prone to big mistakes.For this reason, Marilla criticized Annie unceremoniously. After cleaning up at noon, Anne came to Marilla with a face of preparing for the worst and going all out.Her thin body was trembling and trembling, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wide open, and she squeezed her two little hands tightly, and said in a pleading tone: "Please, Miss Cuthbart, can you please?" Tell me, can I stay here at all? I've been holding back since morning, and I can't bear to go on like this. Please tell me as soon as possible."

"I told you to sanitize the rags with hot water, didn't I?" said Marilla flatly. "I'll ask you when you're done with that." Annie had to obediently go to wash the rag, and when she came back, she stared at Marilla with her eyes, and Marilla had no reason to refuse. "Well, then, I'll tell you now that Marshall and I have decided to let you stay. I hope you will be a good boy and be obedient. Hello, what's the matter with you? Annie? Hello!" "I... cried?..." Annie said incredulously, "What's wrong with me? I don't even understand myself, I'm so happy! Well, it's not accurate to say I'm happy. At the beginning, when I saw the "happy" I used to be happy when I saw the White Road and The Snow Queen. But being able to stay here is more than happy. I am so happy!"

"I try to be a good boy. I guess it might be hard. Aunt Thomas always says I'm a very bad boy, but I'll try to make it right. But why am I crying?" "Aren't you too excited? You've already lost your head with joy." Marilla scolded, "Sit on that chair and calm down a little bit. You cry and laugh at every turn. Your emotional ups and downs are too violent. All in all , we have decided to keep you here. In order to make you grow up and be successful, we intend to do our best. It is not possible to go to school now, because the school will be on summer vacation in the next two weeks, and we should wait until the new semester in September Let's talk about it after school."

"What should I call you from now on? Should I continue to call you Miss Cuthbart, or call you Aunt Cuthbart?" "None of these, just call me Marilla, or I'll feel awkward." "Calling you Marilla? Isn't that rude?" Anne objected. "If you can address me in a solemn, sincere and humble tone, I don't mind. In the village of Yabanli, everyone from the old people to the children call me Marilla, and only the priest calls me Cass Miss Bart." "I really want to call you Aunt Marilla." Anne said earnestly. "I heard that you have no other relatives or relatives except Marshall. If I call you Auntie, you will have yourself and more." Do you feel like a family member? Why, can't I call you Aunt Marilla?"

"No. I'm not your mother, and I hate being called irrelevant names." "Then it's okay for me to imagine you as my mother?" "That won't work either." Marilla stubbornly insisted. "Don't you fantasize about the real and the fake?" asked Anne, staring. "No fantasy." "Really?" Anne held her breath. "Oh, Miss Marilla, fantasy is so much fun!" "It's disgusting to fantasize out of reality!" interrupted Marilla. "God didn't make man to dream all day long. Oh, I remember: go to the living room and see Your feet are not dry, don't let the flies fly in, get me the card on the mantelpiece, it says "The Lord's Prayer", from today you must remember it, a prayer like last night will not work of."

"Yes, I also felt that last night's prayer was very stiff and not smooth." Annie apologized, "But I have never done it before. The first time I prayed, it will not be perfect." "After I went to bed last night, I suddenly thought of a very good prayer, just like the pastor said, long and poetic. Can you believe it? When I got up this morning, I couldn't think of it at all. , even though I racked my brains to no avail. What made me forget all this? Anyway, the memory has completely disappeared." "Annie, when it comes to memory, I beg you. Don't keep talking about what I tell you to do, but do it right away. Now, go, do what I just said go a head."

Annie then hurried to the living room opposite the main entrance hall, but there was no reply as soon as she went there. After waiting for a while, Marilla got impatient, so she put down the things she was knitting, and went to greet Annie with a straight face. I saw Anne with her hands behind her back, as if in a dream, blinking her big eyes, looking up at the painting hanging between the two windows, standing motionless.The sunlight streaming in through the apple trees and ivy outside the window turned white and green and unimaginable colors, and the whole room shone brilliantly.Anne's heart was completely intoxicated in this sunny world.

"Annie, what are you thinking?" Marilla asked angrily. Annie suddenly woke up. "It's that..." Annie pointed to the painting and said.Marilla turned her head and looked, and it turned out to be a stone painting called "Christ Blessing the Children". "I'm fantasizing that I'm one of those kids too, that lonely girl in the blue dress in the corner, who's very much like me, standing alone, so lonely, alone, with a sad look on her face. look, right? However, that child was also blessed by the Lord.She timidly and quietly approached behind everyone.No one seemed to notice her except Jesus.

"I know exactly what kind of mood this child is in at this time. It's a bit like me who just asked if I could stay here. My heart was pounding, my hands were cold, and I was worried that Jesus would not notice her. What was she like at that time? I can imagine all the appearance. The little girl approached little by little, approaching, and finally came to Jesus. Just then, Jesus suddenly saw the child and put his hand on top of her head.Then, a warm current of indescribable joy spread all over her body! "However, I think it would be great if the person who drew this picture didn't paint Jesus so sad. I don't know if you have noticed, but all the paintings of Jesus are like this. Does Jesus really always have such a sad expression? It's unbelievable. The kids would be too scared to go near him if that was the case, wouldn't they?"

"Anne!" Marilla stopped.Marilla regretted it in her heart, why didn't she shut up earlier? Even she herself felt incredible. "That's not okay. It's disrespect, pure disrespect, so to speak!" Annie blinked her eyes in amazement and argued: "How could it be? I admire Jesus very much, and I am very devout. Disrespectful? I didn't think about it at all..." "I don't think you will either. How would you say something like this in the kind of tone you're getting now? And, Annie, I tell you again, if I tell you to do something, you should do it right away, don't Those who look at the paintings are fascinated, don't be too fond of fantasies. Remember it well. Bring me that card, and then immediately go to the kitchen and sit in that corner, and recite the prayers."

Anne took the card according to Marilla's words and came to the kitchen table. Before reciting, she simply arranged the table. First, she picked a large bunch of apple blossoms and put them in the vase on the table.When Annie was adorning the table with apple blossoms, Marilla gave Anne a squinting look, but said nothing. Then, Annie put the card vertically on the vase, put her chin in her hands, and began to recite seriously. "Oh, this prayer is so beautifully written!" Anne couldn't help crying out. "I heard this kind of prayer once before. I remember that it was demonstrated by the principal of the Sunday school in the orphanage. However, I didn't feel very good at that time, because the voice of the principal prayed was very hoarse and he prayed very sadly. , making people feel that praying is a nuisance. "Although it is not poetry, it can make people feel like reciting poetry. For example, 'We in heaven...', like a bar in music, I can easily remember it. What do you say , Miss Marilla." "Then you can remember quietly," Marilla replied coldly. Anne tilted the vase, kissed lightly the pale peach-colored apple blossom buds in the vase, and then returned to reciting earnestly. "Marilla," Anne called again after a while. "In Yabang, will someone become my bosom friend?" "What? What do you mean friend?" "A bosom friend is a friend who can take care of you with all your heart. When will I meet such a friend? I have been looking forward to the realization of this dream." "There's a kid about your age, Diana Barry, from Orchard Slope, and she's a lovely kid. Maybe she'll make friends with you. She's a relative at Carmody now. There it is, but Mrs. Barry is very picky, and she wouldn't let Diana play with (her) a child if he behaved rudely." Annie blinked wide and looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms. "What kind of a child is Diana? Red-headed? Well, if she isn't red-headed, it's annoying enough for me to be red-haired myself. If my bosom friend had red-headed, It's even more unbearable." "Diana is a very beautiful girl. Rose-colored cheeks, black hair and eyebrows, and she is also very smart and kind, which is more important than beauty." Marilla liked the duchess-style teaching method in "Alice in the Wonderful Kingdom", that is, for a child to be disciplined, it is best to teach the child as soon as he speaks. However, Anne didn't care a bit about whether to teach or not. "Really? It's exciting to be so pretty, and I'm so far behind her. Ah, I'm about to have a pretty bosom friend. "When I was at Aunt Thomas' house, there was a bookcase with a glass door in the living room, but it was not used to put books, but to hold Aunt Thomas's favorite tea bowl and preserved fruit. One night, Aunt Thomas I was drunk and broke the glass of one of the doors, but the glass of the other door was intact. I always took the reflection of me in the glass as the girl living in the closet, and named her Katie ?Morris, we are very good friends. "Katie and I used to talk for hours, especially on Sundays, and we talked frankly about everything, and Katie was both my comfort and my encouragement. "My imaginary bookcase seems to be enchanted. If I say its secret spell correctly, I can open the door and go inside. Instead of Aunt Thomas's teacup and candied fruit inside the door, it's Katie's room." , I even went inside. Katie took me by the hand and led me to a wonderful kingdom of golden sunshine, flowers and fairies, where we lived happily ever after. "When I got to Aunt Harmond's and had to say good-bye to Katie, I was so sad, and Katie seemed terribly miserable, and we both cried when we kissed goodbye through the glass door of the bookcase. up. "Aunt Hammond had no bookcases, but there was a little green valley up the river near it, which echoed so beautifully, even to the whisper of a voice, that I gave it the A girl's name is Violetta. Although it is not as good as Katie, but the relationship is quite deep. "The night before I arrived at the orphanage, I went out of my way to say goodbye to Violetta. She echoed sadly 'goodbye'. I will never forget Violetta. In the orphanage, I never If you don’t have the heart to imagine a bosom friend, even if you have room for imagination, it’s useless.” "Isn't it better to have no room for fantasy?" Marilla said coldly. "I don't think it's a good thing to go all day long on that kind of fantasy. Dreams are always unrealistic, and when you get a real friend you don't think about the sad things. Don't mention it to Mrs. Barry." About Katie and Violetta, she'll think you're lying." "It's okay, I don't want to talk about it. I won't tell anyone who asks me to. The matter of the two of them can only be a very precious memory, and I will only talk about it when Marilla asks. "Oh, look! Out of the apple blossoms flew a big bee. What a charming world the apple blossoms are! Oh, how romantic it would be to fall asleep in the breeze blowing in the apple blossoms! If I hadn't Girls, I also want to become a bee and live in the flowers all day long." Marilla snorted and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to become a seagull? You changed really fast enough, maybe you can lose your temper. As I said, remember your prayers and stop talking nonsense. I can't stop. Go to your room and recite the prayers quickly." "I've almost memorized it all, and only the last line is left." "Okay, okay, do what I said to do the snapshot, go to the room and memorize it, I will call you when you are ready to drink tea, you just stay in the room" "Would you mind taking the apple blossoms with you?" Annie begged. "No, it's making a mess in the room. Besides, it's bad behavior to pick flowers casually." "I also feel the same way. The flowers that bloomed with great difficulty will shorten their lives after being picked. If I were apple blossoms, I would definitely hate others picking me. However, I can't resist its beautiful temptation. You said here In this situation, what should I do?" "Annie, how many times have I told you to come in, don't you hear me?" Only then did Annie sigh, and went back to the east wing on the second floor, and sat on the chair by the window. "Ah, that's great! I finally recited the prayer. When I went up to the second floor, I memorized the last line. From now on, I'm going to decorate this room beautifully with my imagination. "The floor was pink rose, covered with a white velvet rug, pink silk curtains hung from the windows, and gold and silver brocade hung on the walls. The furniture was all mahogany. I have, but I heard that it is very, very famous. “I recline gracefully on tall chaise longues made of pink, blue, bright red and gold silk cushions, with large elegant mirrors on the walls through which I can see myself. "I'll grow tall, like a queen, in white lace skirts, with pearl crosses on my chest, and pearl-studded hair, hair black as midnight, skin like ivory , I transformed myself into the Marchioness of Cordelia Fitzgerald. Well, no, this will never be believed." Anne approached the mirror with light hops, alternating feet, and peeping in, reflected a freckled face with serious gray eyes flashing. "Are you the only one who is Anne of Green Gybrutz?" Anne asked to herself. "How can I imagine becoming the Marchioness of Cordelia, but in the end I still have this face. However, Anne of Green Gybruzzi is tens of thousands of times better than Anne of Homeless." Annie leaned close to the mirror, kissed herself in the mirror, and then returned to the open window. "Dear Your Royal Highness 'Snow Queen': Hello! Birch trees in the hollow: Hello! Lovely gray cottage on the hill: Hello! I am going to make a new friend—Diana. Although it is It's a happy thing, but it limits my love for you. I won't forget Katie and Violetta, it will be sad to forget them.Whether it's the girl in the bookcase or the echo girl, they hate having their hearts hurt.So remember not to forget them, and blow them a kiss every day. " Annie blew two kisses to Sakura, and then put her cheeks on her hands, drifting happily into the ocean of fantasy.