learned this phrase in The Lion King. I remember in the past, my little cousin Feifei, the black dog, always recited this sentence while running happily, like a happy spell. At the time, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, I just thought it was my little cousin humming casually, but it turned out to have a history.
Hakula Matata means "no worries" in African. Really beautiful rhythm. I laugh every time I read it.
"The Lion King" has not been read all, only learned this sentence: Hakula Matata.
Timon is a mischievous little meerkat, and he is always going to cause havoc by accident. If one day the moles dug four holes without breaking four, it must be Timon's absence. Timon doesn't like the daily routine of digging holes and hiding from coyotes, he's looking for his beautiful home, his Hakula Matata.
Encountered the insect-eating warthog Pumbaa on their way, and together they found Hakula Matata. Peng Peng is so nice, stupid and cute, he says he is lonely and he has no home. How nice he was to Timon.
Later they met the little lion Simba and helped Simba defeat the coyote. Peng Peng said that friends should stick to the end. Moving ing... cherish friendship.
I miss Feifei the black dog, I really am not used to the way he has grown up now.
I remember when I was a child, how messy the black dog Feifei was, but he was always kind to my sister.
He likes to watch over my homework and rummage through the contents of my stationery box. I still remember the shadow of his short hair dangling in front of me under the table lamp, so soft, and the quiet and beautiful years of childhood seemed to be written in such a suitable shade of shadow.
I always believed that he was smart, but I don't know why his studies were always bad, since he was a child, was it because he was too naughty? I know that some of my current thoughts are ridiculous. I always don’t want him to grow up. Seeing that he is growing his hair long and showing a shy look in every move, I will subconsciously deny it: how could this be the chaos in the world back then? What about Feifei's little cousin, the black dog Feifei? I don't want to believe it.
After school, Feifei, the black dog, galloped by on a bicycle... The years also galloped under the wheels.
That winter I was still young, and the river in front of and behind the house froze. A few of us children first walked back and forth on the ice layer of the creek at the back. The younger children sat on the ice and let the older children push them. With a "slip" sound, they could slide far, Fei Fei. He told me to sit and said that I would also slip, but I was too timid to dare. I also dare not let him slide. After everyone dispersed, we went to the river in front of us to fish for ice. At that time, there were no adults at home, and Feifei and I were both carried by my grandma. My grandma was not at home that day. Our two unattended children just roamed the ice and snow to their heart's content... I don't know what happened, Feifei was slippery. When I got into the water, I tried my best to pull him up, but his little feet were numb from the cold. I wrapped him in a quilt, and he didn't cry, just laughed, as if smug, "I've fallen under the ice," he told others, as if it was a fun and bragging experience. He is still young, about four years old, I am six years older than him.
In fact, we didn't spend much time together, but I always remember how good he was to me since I was a child. It's just that now it's rare to see each other during the winter and summer vacations, and he doesn't talk much anymore. When he met me and called out to my sister, I also smiled and asked a few irrelevant things. We are far away, compared to when we were young. I don't know his current world at all, and mine, presumably he is even less likely to know. Who is pulling us away? Inexplicable years... A
long time ago, I wanted to write something about my cousin. It can never be written down, but today I have fulfilled this solemn matter in my diary. I have a feeling for my cousin. What has been pulled away by the years is the distance, and what cannot be diluted is our never-fading childhood memory.
Interesting to say, I only remember his birth.
I just came back from kindergarten that day. I heard that my aunt gave birth. I didn't go to see it, but I knew about the child. Later, my aunt asked me, what should I name my brother? I really thought about it for a long time, but unfortunately at that time, I only knew that the name of the man was either Xiaohua or Xiaoming, and it was written like this in the textbook. The origin of the name Black Dog Feifei is because he was the best at making horses when he played chess. Every time he took a piece from me, he would say "white horse Feifei" proudly. So he said shamelessly about the white horse Feifei and the black dog Feifei (he is indeed a little black). So it was called.
On such an afternoon, the afternoon of writing "The Lion King", I wrote about my cousin Feifei, the black dog. I don't even know where he is now, I don't care about him, I just think of him sometimes, and when I think of him, I think of our childhood. My black dog Fei Fei, in my impression, he looks like that young Simba!
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