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The celebrity story of Andersen and his mother

After my father died, my mother's only way to make a living was to wash clothes for others every day. In the cold winter, the temperature of the river was unimaginable, so she had to drink a few drinks to drive away the cold. In the eyes of decent people, how rude this is! Malicious rumors spread like wildfire, and people in the city were whispering-"Maria, the shoemaker's wife, is a woman who is addicted to alcohol!" " "Andersen felt infinite humiliation for his mother. Many years later, in the fairy tale "She is a Waste", he expressed his deep indignation.

Maria wanted to support her family independently, but the gossip in the town laughed at her son's idleness, so the mother had to reluctantly send her thin and shy son to the factory for child labor. Andersen, 1 1 years old, was dizzy by heavy work, but his singing saved him. He sang during the interval. The workers will never let him work again. As long as his crisp and loud singing can break the dullness of the construction site, what else do you ask this little guy to do? Little Andersen was very satisfied, because he always liked to perform in public, and he even played William alone. Shakespeare's Macbeth.

A worker said to him, "Why don't you become an actor?"

Yes, that's perfect for him. If you can't direct fate, wouldn't it be nice to perform on the stage? What a great idea! So, when Andersen was confirmed at the age of 14, he showed amazing stubbornness about his mother's plan to arrange him as a tailor apprentice-"No, mom, I want to be an actor."

Although Andersen promised his mother that he would become famous, he begged and her mother never gave in. However, the fortune-telling witch helped him: "The children's happiness flowers don't bloom here, we have to leave here and look for them in the distance!" " "

Carrying 30 silver coins and his beloved puppet, young Andersen looked back to his hometown in a carriage. He once wrote this sentence: "When I become great, I must sing praises to odense. Who knows, will I become a miracle of this noble city? At that time, in some geography books, under the name of odense, there would be such a line: A lanky Danish poet Andersen was born here! "