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  3. And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night lo

And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night lo

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问题     And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.
    She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.
    But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
    So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
    And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
    And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
    So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.
    And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
    But the Nightingale’s voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.
    Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air.
    "Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now"; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.
    And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.
    "Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that 1 am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.
    Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand.
    The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.
    "You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."
    But the girl frowned.
    "I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."
    "Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.
    "Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student.
    "What I a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."
                                                                By Oscar Wilde
In paragraph 7, what’s the implicit meaning of "the Love that dies not in the tomb"?
选项 A、Love’s power could be strengthened by death.
B、love is so bright that it will shine even in hell.
C、Love is the best thing ever and will not be overshadowed by death.
D、Love is honorable and sacred.
答案D
解析 本题为推断题。我们首先不要无视上下文，在第七段中，这句前面一句是“Love that is perfected by Death”(爱情因死亡而完美)。可见，爱情和死亡之间的关系是死亡赋予爱情意义。选项A是“爱情的力量因死亡而更强大”，其实是题目中句子前面这句的意思。选项B是“爱情即使在地狱中也璀璨依旧”，这个是相当于文中那句话的同义句，只是道出了表面的含义。选项C“爱情是有史以来最好的东西，绝不会在死亡面前失去光辉”，其实和选项B是一个性质的。选项D“爱情崇高而神圣”，却是道出了作者希望表达的implicit meaning(内在含义)，是正确的。
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