salon36_沙龙国际salon36_www.salon36.com官网（二） 圣诞袜的故事 Once upon a time there was a kind-hearted nobility, his wife died due to illness, he and his three daughters. This noble tried many inventions, failed, so spent money, so they had to move to a farmhouse life, his daughters also had to personally cooking, sewing and clean. As for the daughters to marry, the father became even more depressed, because he had no money to buy dowry daughters. One evening, after washing clothes daughters will hang stockings at the fireplace drying. Saint Nicholas know their father's situation, on that night, came to their doorstep. He has seen from the window fell asleep, the family also noticed that girls stockings. Then from his pocket, he three packets of gold from the chimney, just dropped a cast of girls in the stockings. The next morning when the daughters awoke they found their stockings contained enough gold for them to get married. The nobleman was able to see his three daughters marry and he lived a long and happy life. Later, the children all over the world continue the tradition of hanging Christmas stockings. In some countries children have similar customs, in France, the children will put shoes by the fireplace, etc.(www.lz13.cn)
salon36_沙龙国际salon36_www.salon36.com官网（三） 茶花女 I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800's, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.