These days, people around me have mentioned it many times. In March, the classmates walking on the street enthusiastically said:
I have seen Narnia.
Looks good?
Some magical colors, the eldest boy inside is handsome.
Oh?
The lion inside is called Aslan.
Oh, all the talking lions are called Aslan.
? !
Hehe, smiled and left the topic to continue shopping.
Last week, I saw Narnia's original book at a friend's house. Naturally, the movie was adapted from the book. There are seven books in total. When talking about the movie books, my friend said that apart from the Bible, Narnia was the only book she had read twice-the movie is an introduction, and the plots that she read when she was too young were almost forgotten, so look for it again. So I went to the bookshelf and looked at the name: CSLewis. I vaguely think of a name my friend left me on the sticky pad when he returned to the United States a few years ago. I haven't been to an English bookstore for two years, but I can't forget it, and finally decided to take a look.
like. like very much.
Although at first I hated the young boy very much. Of course the ending is complete. If the fairy tale is not perfect, the child's heart must have a shadow. The colors are very beautiful, of course, Harry Potter, Peter Pan and other movies are also very beautiful.
I don't know how many girls are like me. When I was a child, I fantasized that I was a princess who was in trouble and flowed into the people. They always looked out the window, hoping that a few foreign and glamorous guards would suddenly come and pick them up that day. Or there is a necklace full of teardrop-shaped pearls, and it rains immediately when you clap your hands in a dry place. What's even more amazing is that every family knocks on small walnuts together, always picking the big ones, hoping that the walnuts may crack open, and what is shaken out is the shining and beautiful gold gauze. Or maybe the peach is eaten at the end, the core will become transparent, become crystal diamond or something. I'm sick, and when I get better, I just think about what will happen to my body. For example, if you wash your hands and wash your hands, there will be beautiful fish, comb your hair, and crystals will drop.
I forgot how long I had had such a dream before I realized that the gifts I received at Christmas were placed by my parents in advance. But I still prefer stories like this, still collect classic fairy tale series, and compare the nuances of different places with my heart. I still hate the story after the fairy tale, and would rather believe that Peter Pan will live in Neverland instead of writing it on the basis of a little boy. What's more, I still hope that one day I open the cabinet door and pull out the layers of clothes. My fingers will not be able to touch that layer of wood, but an unknown world.
Can you still hear Santa’s bell? Do you still have the same dream? Or have you completely forgotten all the childhood, blushing with others for the existence of gods?
Just after reading and thinking of writing some feelings, I climbed up to the bookcase and looked at the book that also had a talking lion. I bought a fairy tale in a second-hand bookstore many years ago. Magic Chair, 0.39 yuan, 1981 edition. Can't help smiling when I see the cover: CS Louis.
I was wondering whether this series of events would really bring me into an unnamed and wonderful situation.
In Lost, Locke said, I'm a man of faith.
Very good, so am I.
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