I remember that when I was a child, I could inexplicably distinguish the difference between fairy tales and reality. I know that I am not a princess, and as a proletariat, I can’t be so depraved. I hope that a king and dad can eat and drink as a prince; I also know that I am not Alice like a lucky star. I can follow a rabbit to another with poker. The place. But when I finally grew up and could finally use my ID card to enter and exit Internet cafes where minors were forbidden to enter, I no longer knew how to draw the boundary between dream and reality.
I always don’t know how to deal with teachers whose open mouths are benefits and benefits. I don’t know how to deal with those who retaliate against our classmates for not bringing them benefits. I always think of the world as invincible and beautiful. As long as I do things like Xu Mumu and work hard, the beauty of the world will unfold for me-
sure enough, I shouldn't be too addicted to the lonely island or the lonely little prince in the desert at the beginning. Maybe we should grow up on the hillside, and the sentence in our heart is to study hard and leave this ghost place in the future. In this case, maybe we can all have less pain and hesitation.
Later, I looked through those books again, and I think how those fairy tale authors conceal their disappointment and write passages of hope.
How do they use the heart of a sensitive writer to construct a cruel dream so purely, let the children dream, and let the reality shatter it.
Well, today I want to talk about "Searching for Neverland".
Just like no girl can reject Austin, no child can dislike Peter Pan. The little boy who will never grow up and lives on Neverland. Like to pretend, pretend that you are not sad, pretend that you also have many friends, and then in your pretend, forget all the sadness and be happy. Once again, take away those children who still have innocence, completely ignoring the time of the vicissitudes of life.
Although the writer was dissatisfied with the script he wrote as soon as he appeared on the scene, he observed the expressions of the crowd from the narrow gap between the curtains, because the wood felt dim and began to doubt his abilities. Praise out of politeness is always like a curse to honest people. So he was walking in the park with a white dog, holding a notebook with a brown cover by the way.
Then he saw the four children. I met their gentle and kind mother, and I liked Peter who always wanted to pretend to be an adult.
He danced with his dog and was satisfied to see the smile on their faces finally. He slowly began to believe that he had the talent and ability to bring happiness. He began to pretend to be one of them. They can live happily like a family.
He felt that they would all be happier in this way, so that he could forget the reality that he and his wife opened their respective doors to see different scenery, and the women and children he loves can slowly be happy without the depression of their father. stand up.
The woman's mother said, do you know how much damage this has caused my daughter. So he looked hurt.
always like this. Always when we are happiest, reality is a big deal for us.
He is still a child after all. Just like a mother of four children is also a child. Even if they are gentle and kind, they will not make the world really full of sunshine and let all people understand their innocence. The world was as mean and vicious as those rumors how he enjoyed the little boy. The world is as cruel and bloody as Peter smashed his notebook and all his happy props.
He looked at the eldest son and said softly that after 30 seconds, a child was gone.
Even if his work is very popular, I can't think of this story as a comedy. Not because of the dead heroine, nor because of the tears of the last four children. It's just that this writer with a childish heart is destined to be hurt by the helplessness of reality, and all this is necessary like fate.
Before she was about to die, he took her to Neverland, as he had always promised, "I will take you to Neverland." Although before, he cruelly said to his wife, "There is no such place."
——Then how can I go there?
——As long as you believe it.
Where is Neverland. Why do I always feel that no matter how kind and innocent, and how hard we work hard, we still have to live in this cruel world, and those dark and painful events will not be reduced even a little bit because of our gentleness. Or on the contrary, it is precisely because of those innocence and kindness that our world has become darker and helpless.
I used to read Andersen's fairy tales, and I always liked dreamy texts like "Little Date's Flower", and I thought it was beautiful and fantastic. Later, when I watched "The Glorious Thorns Road", my eye socket temperature was one and a half degrees higher than my body temperature. Why do these kind and gentle people always have to be helpless by life, show sad eyes, and write such sad stories with such cheerful brushstrokes.
I once showed a pitiful expression like Ruan Lingyu, and wanted to ask why the world always kills the kindest people.
Maybe this is really necessary, no pain, what kind of poet is called. How can there be bright and moving pearls in a mussel shell that has not been polished by pain. The bright and charming death in our eyes may happen to be the thick fog and desolation in their hearts. Therefore, these fairy tale writers are always full of tears and affection, forcing them to believe that the world under their pens is so bright and sunny, even if they know that it is just a bright corner.
so. So even if innocence and kindness cannot bring us benefits, benefits, opportunities for promotion and wealth, so what. Life is not for gaining benefits, benefits, promotion and wealth. Even if you think I am too naive.
Because the world is too disgusting, so I am willing to believe those innocent stories steeped in wry smiles. The meaning of fairy tales is that when we are bloodied by reality, we can find a corner where there is courage and perseverance, firmness and conviction, so that I will endure the pain and be willing to go down, at least not happy Have dreams.
I am willing to believe that we have been patient for the fair, kind and just world in the fairy tale, not for the dark reality. In SHE's song, the little prince said that there are some things that can only be understood after wandering. So, even if it's just the distance of a gear, please let us turn it.
Even if I can shake it, it's just a circle of screws in this world.
——How to do it?
——Just believe.
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