sad fairy tale

Whenever I see an idealist's beliefs shattered, it takes a long time to feel uncomfortable, such as the sister in "Peacock", such as Lu Cenchen in "Northern Lights", and another example in Aimee's Maldan. What is more cruel than the shattering of ideals is the sad fairy tale. This cruelty is not like the cute but naked gore of Happy Tree Friends. The discomfort caused by blood and nausea will soon pass, and perhaps the body will numbly choose to live with it. Mourning is greater than the death of a heart. It is far easier to kill a person than to kill his heart, and a child's heart is softer and more fragile than an adult's heart. Watching a child lose the world that he has always trusted in his heart, watching him become indifferent, cruel, or smooth and cynical, watching those thin souls and pale beliefs who resist the truth be crushed by reality. Crushed to smashes—often followed by smashed lively and lovely beings—the chest is always like a heavy stone that can’t breathe, let alone shout.

If it were me, I would make Pan's Labyrinth a beautiful fairy tale. There are beautiful Spanish, quirky gods and ghosts, cute little bugs, hundreds of years old trees that can talk, wheat fields, and skirts that sway in the wind. The prince is always handsome and mischievous, with a small flower crown on his head, slightly curly blond hair, blue eyes, and very white and tender skin, like a freshly peeled egg. The princess is as beautiful as an angel, and she also likes to carry a pair of small wings, white feathers, and a very sweet voice. There are no bad people here, no sorrow, no troubles, no sadness. Both the prince and the princess lived happily and happily. Why did Dutrot have to pull reality in? Why does he have to make the little princess face this cruel world? Why does he have to tell all the truth? Why can't he just let the little princess live in the beautiful fairy tale world he made up, and never wake up from that beautiful dream?

If it were me, I would definitely make it into a beautiful and beautiful Spanish fairy tale, so that I wouldn't shed so many tears.

She must not be dead, this is an illusion, an illusion in the eyes of the worldly people, it is just an illusion in the eyes of the worldly people who have no illusions, no innocence, no dreams, only the cold reality. Our little Highness has passed the hardest and most difficult test in the world. Our little Highness has lived happily with his parents. Our little Highness has been loved and loved by the gods. Our little Highness will definitely be A virtuous queen.

Our little Highness will always have a faint smile on his face.

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