We buried our childhood in the desert - after reading "Little Prince"

The story is very simple, there is no thrilling picture of the Cavaliers, no witches' martyrdom to the princess, no magical atmosphere like Alice in Wonderland, some just a clean white, buried in the vast desert.

I don't know what kind of tone to describe the story, describing the slightly sad little man, who has brown hair and a subtle sound. It is like being out of a fairy tale. He came from a small planet and happened to meet an airplane pilot by chance, the pilot of the plane stayed in the Sahara desert because of a plane crash. It is this way. I don't know who heard it. It is so simple to meet, the right time, the right place, and the right person.

The pilot of the plane showed the little prince the python that had been thrown away, and it ate an elephant. The little prince understood, maybe this is the so-called "right person." Other people who are called "adults" don't understand at all, they just wonder why you come up with a hat. This is very strange. The author uses a near-simple tone, imitating the way children talk, and constructs a serious and obsessive, but naive world. Isn't that the world of children?

The little prince told the pilot about the domesticated roses and foxes. The little prince loves the rose very much, because she is so beautiful, so unique. Because of the pride of the rose, the little prince left her to travel. On a planet called the Earth, he saw countless flowers like his domesticated roses, and he felt very sad. At this time, a fox appeared, which said to the little prince: "If you have domesticated the rose, you need each other. The time you lost for your rose, your rose becomes More important.” The fox told him that “domestic” means mutual need, that is, love and responsibility. Love and responsibility? This is something that big people know. If we learn it, does it mean that we have entered the door of the "adult" one foot. Childhood was finally blown far away by the wind.

Every beautiful fairy tale has a sad ending. Finally, the little prince died in the desert and was killed by a poisonous snake. "His ankle flashed a yellow light. He did not move. He did not yell. After a while, he fell like a big tree. Because this is sand, when he fell down, there was no sound at all. "So, is it dead?" At that time I came up with such a sad thought. I recalled his first encounter with the pilot. At the beginning of the morning glow, a subtle and wonderful voice opened the prelude to this fairy tale; I remembered that he asked the pilot to help draw a sheep, but he was afraid that the sheep would eat. His rose; remembered that he had been to six planets and met some creatures called "adults"; he remembered the proud rose and the magical fox he had domesticated, which made him understand love and responsibility. This is a good child, I can't bear him!

When I closed the book, I suddenly found out that I was not reluctant to be a little prince, but my childhood. I saw my own shadow from the little prince. I used to be as naive and whimsical as he was, but I miss it. Our current society is too fast, we have been pursuing a long time of clean white, and finally found it in the desert, but it has already ended, leaving us with only the yellow sand and endless thoughts.

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