Farewell to fairy tales

From the moment I landed, I decided that I lived in a fairy tale world, and I was free to worry about playing with my friends all the time. At that time, I was a princess. He was naturally a prince!

Growing up a little bit, I can understand the minority language of the grown-ups. My mother holds Andersen’s fairy tale all day, and read it to me every day. “The princess put down her long hair and pulled the prince to the top of the tower..... "I was determined at that time to keep my hair so long, so long...

When I started to read the country, this Andersen fairy tale has been with me for seven years. I can almost never forget every story in it, so every day I think I live in a fairy tale world. In the fairy tales I have read, I have almost no contact with "death", they are so perfect and warm. It's like a flawless mirror, but one day, this mirror is broken, it's really broken!

The 90-year-old grandfather, who has experienced ups and downs, has never been able to quiet down the old man, and still tells me stories every day, and he only reads the story of a happy ending, so that I have never been a fairy tale in the world. Said it is bad. The sun is shining directly on my head, the hair is fast-focusing, my grandfather has covered it with a hand that has been going for more than half a century... The story continues, gradually, I fell asleep, my grandfather will I took my arms, and the kind smile made me sleep so calmly, but when I woke up, I heard the inexplicable crying in the alley - my grandfather went, he didn't leave anything, so he went. I I always thought that he was teasing me. I looked around with tears. No, no, no place. He really went!

In the fairy tales I have heard, there have never been scenes. I no longer think that this world is a fairy tale world. I no longer think that it is perfect. I only know that it is cruel.

I was only eight years old that year. My mother told me: "God is fair. He saw his grandfather too hard and called him back to have a good life!" I didn't look up at my mother, but I vaguely felt a drop of heat on my hair. "Water", warmly through the hair, the scalp until I entered my body, and then sent out from my eyes.

I kept telling myself that my grandfather would come back. He just went to "tour around the world" and would come back!

With the fall of a piece of leaves, I became a high school student year after year, but the fairy tale is still intact. But the figure of my grandfather appeared in the book from time to time - old and kind.

I wiped away my tears, closed the fairy tale book, told myself, forget the unhappy things in the past, like fairy tales, not bravely facing everything in real life, the world is fair to everyone, depends on how to use fairness .

What is the snow melting? It is spring! What is the fairy tale in the past? It is the future! Say goodbye to fairy tales and move towards the future!

-- not a postscript of postscript