Foreign fairy tale books when I was a child

Chapter 1 Peter Pan breaks in

All children grow up, with one exception. All children soon learn that they are going to be adults. This is how Wendy knew: When she was two years old, one day when she was playing in the garden, she picked a flower, held it in her hand, and ran towards her mother. I thought she must have been oddly charming in that little way, for Mrs. Darling put her hand on her breast and exclaimed: "If only you were always this big!" And that was what happened. However, since then, Wendy has understood that she will eventually grow up. People always know this as soon as they turn two years old. Two years old is both an end and a beginning.

Of course, they lived in the house with house number 14. Before Wendy came into the world, her mother was naturally the main figure in the family. She is a lovely lady, full of fantasy, and has a sweet, teasing mouth. Her fantasy-loving mind is like those small boxes from the magical East, one nested inside another. No matter how many you open, there is always one hidden inside. Her sweet, teasing mouth always held a kiss that Wendy could not get, but the kiss was clearly there, hanging on the right corner of her mouth.

This is how Mr. Darling won his wife: When she was a girl, there were many boys around her. When they grew up, they suddenly realized that they fell in love with her, so they all ran to embrace her. They entered her house and proposed to her; only Mr. Darling did it differently, hiring a carriage, arriving before them all, and thus winning her over. Mr. Darling got everything she had except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about that little box, and gradually he no longer wanted to ask for that kiss. Wendy thought to herself that maybe Napoleon could get the kiss, but I guessed that Napoleon must have tried to ask for the kiss, but then stormed out and slammed the door.

Mr. Darling often boasted to Wendy that her mother not only loved him, but respected him. He is a very knowledgeable person who knows about stocks and dividends. Of course, no one can figure these things out, but Mr. Kollin seems to know a lot about it. He always says that when stocks go up, dividends go down. He spoke so eloquently that any woman would admire him.

When Mrs. Darling got married, she wore a snow-white wedding dress. At first, she remembered the household accounts meticulously and even happily, as if playing a game, not even a small bean sprout was missed. But gradually, all the big cauliflowers were missed, and images of some faceless little dolls appeared on the ledger. Where she was supposed to be checking out, she drew these little dolls. She figured they were coming.

Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.

A week or two after Wendy was born, her parents didn’t know if they could feed her because she had another mouth to eat. Mr. Darling was naturally very proud of having Wendy, but he was a down-to-earth man. He sat on the edge of Mrs. Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating her expenses one by one. Mrs. Darling looked at him imploringly. She thought that she had to take the risk no matter what, but that was not what Mr. Colin did. What he did was to take a pencil and a piece of paper and calculate the details. If Mrs. Darling upset him with an opinion, he would have to start over again.

"Okay, don't interrupt," he begged, "I have one pound seventeen shillings here and two shillings sixpence in the office; I can cancel the coffee in the office and save it. Ten shillings, that's two pounds, nine shillings and sixpence, plus your eighteen shillings and threepence, the total is three pounds, nine shillings and sevenpence. I still have five pounds in my bankbook, totaling ***8 pounds. Nine shillings and sevenpence--who moved there?--eight--nine--seven, rounded up to seven--stop talking, my dear--and the pound you lent to the man who came to the door. Money - be quiet, be good - round up the decimal point, be good - look, what did you mess up - did I just say nine - nine - seven? By the way, I said nine - nine? -Seven; the question is, can we try to deal with it for a year with this nine-nine-seven?"

"Of course we can," cried Mrs. Darling. Of course she was partial to Wendy, Mr. Darling being the more capable of the two.

“Don’t forget the mumps,” Mr. Darling warned her, almost menacingly, and then added, “I’ll give mumps a pound, but I dare say it’s probably a pound. Thirty shillings - don't talk - measles one pound five shillings, German measles half a guinea, that makes two pounds fifteen shillings sixpence - don't shake your hands - whooping cough, count it fifteen shillings. "——He continued to calculate, and the results were different every time. But in the end Wendy got over it, the mumps reduced to twelve shillings and sixpence, and the two types of measles were treated at the same time.

When John was born, he also encountered the same crisis, and Michael encountered even greater danger. But both of them stayed to support themselves, and soon you would see the three siblings lined up, accompanied by their nurse, to Miss Folsom's kindergarten.

Mrs. Darling is content with the status quo, but Mr. Darling likes to do everything in line with his neighbors; so of course they have to hire a nanny. They were poor because the children drank too much milk, so their nanny was just a serious Newfoundland dog named Nana. The dog had no permanent owner before the Darlings hired her, but she always took the child very seriously. The Darlings met her in Kensington Park. She wandered about there at her leisure, and put her head in the cradle to peer into it, and the careless nurses always hated her; for she always followed them home and complained to their masters. She turned out to be a rare and good nanny. How serious and meticulous she was when bathing her child. No matter what time of the night, if one of the children in her charge cried softly, she would jump to her feet. The kennel is of course located in the nursery. She was born with a kind of intelligence and knew what kinds of coughs should not be ignored and when to put a sock around her neck. She had always believed in old-fashioned remedies, such as using rhubarb leaves, and snorted disdainfully when she heard new terms like bacteria. It would be really enlightening if you saw the etiquette in which she escorted her children to school. When the children behaved themselves, she walked quietly beside them; when they ran around, she pushed them into the line. On the days when John played football, she never forgot to bring his jersey; when it was going to rain, she always held the umbrella in her mouth. In Folsom's kindergarten, there is a basement where the nannies wait. They were sitting on a bench and Nana was lying on the floor, but that was the only difference. They considered her social status to be lower than theirs and pretended not to take her seriously; in fact, Nana despised their idle chatter. She was unhappy with Mrs. Darling's friends coming to the nursery, but if they did come, she would first pull off Michael's apron, put him into the one with the blue fringe, and touch Wendy's skirt. Ping, hastily combed John's hair.

No nursery was more well-managed than this one, and Mr. Darling knew this, but he still sometimes murmured to himself that the neighbors would laugh at him behind his back.

He could not but consider his position in the city.

Nana also disturbed Mr. Darling in another way. He sometimes felt that she did not admire him very much. "I know she admires you, George," Mrs. Darling assured him, and then motioned to the children to pay special respect to their father. Then, they danced happily. Lisa, their only other maid, was sometimes allowed to dance. Lisa was wearing a long skirt and a maid's cloth hat, and looked so short, even though when she was hired, she insisted that she was already over ten years old. How happy the little ones are! The happiest was Mrs. Darling, who was twirling like crazy on her tiptoes, and all you could see was her kiss. If you rush over at this time, you will definitely get that kiss. There could never have been a simpler, happier family, until Peter Pan came along.

The first time Mrs. Darling knew about Peter was when she was clearing the minds of her children. Every good mother has a habit at night, which is to check their children's thoughts after they fall asleep, put everything that was messed up during the day into their places, and prepare everything for tomorrow morning. If you could stay awake (but of course you can't), you could see your mother doing these things; you would find it interesting to watch her attentively. That's similar to organizing drawers. I reckon you'll see her kneeling there, examining the contents with interest, wondering where you got such things; finding some lovely and some not so lovely.

Put one thing against her face, like holding a cute kitten; quickly hide the other thing so that no one can see it. When you wake up in the morning, all the naughty thoughts and bad tempers that you had when you went to sleep are piled up small and pressed at the bottom of your mind. And above, your beautiful thoughts are laid out, waiting for you to dress up.

I don’t know if you have ever seen the map of the human mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of your body, and your own map can be particularly interesting. However, if you happen to see them drawing a map of a child's mind, you will see that it is not only disorganized, but also always in circles. Those are zigzag lines, just like your body temperature chart. These are probably the roads on the island. Because Neverland is more or less like an island. There are patches of amazing color sprinkled everywhere. Coral reefs are exposed on the sea surface, and brisk boats are floating on them. The island is inhabited by savages; there are desolate caves of beasts; there are little earth gods, who are mostly tailors; there are caves through which rivers flow; there is a prince and his six brothers; there is a hut that is about to collapse; and there is a hut that is about to collapse. A little old lady with a hooked nose. If that were all, this map wouldn't be difficult to draw. But then there's the first day of school, religion, fathers, round pools, needlework, murder, hangings, dative verbs, chocolate pudding days, wearing overalls, counting to ninety-nine, and the award of pulling your own teeth. Threepence, and so on. If these were not part of the island, they were painted on another picture; in short, they were all in disarray. Especially because nothing stands still.

Of course, each person’s Neverland is very different. For example, John’s Neverland has a lake with many flamingos flying on it, and John shoots them with arrows. As for Michael, who was very young, he had a flamingo with many lakes flying on it. John lived in a boat turned over on the beach, Michael lived in an Indian hide hut, and Wendy lived in a house artfully sewn together with leaves. John has no friends and relatives, Michael has friends and relatives in the night, and Wendy has a baby wolf that was abandoned by its parents. But overall, their Neverland resembled each other like a family. If you put them in a row, you will see that their facial features are very similar. On these magical beaches the children of the game always land in their tarpaulin boats. We have actually been to that place, and we can still hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore, although we no longer go ashore.

Of all the pleasant islands, Neverland is the most peaceful and compact. That is to say, not too big, not too scattered, just the right distance from one adventure to another, dense and very appropriate. When you play island games with chairs and tablecloths during the day, it doesn't look amazing at all; but two minutes before you fall asleep, it almost becomes real, so light up the lights at night.

When Mrs. Darling occasionally wandered into the children's minds, she found that there were some things there that she could not understand. The most baffling thing to her was the name Peter. She didn't recognize Peter as a person, but the name was everywhere in John and Michael's minds; Wendy's mind was even more covered with it. The strokes of the name were thicker than the others, and Mrs. Darling looked at it carefully, thinking it was oddly proud.

"Yes, he is a little arrogant," she admitted regretfully. Her mother asked her.

"But who is he, honey?"

"He's Peter Pan, you know, Mum."

At the beginning Mrs. Darling didn't She knew about him, but when she recalled her childhood, she thought of Peter Pan. It is said that he lived with the fairies. There are many stories about him; for example, when the children died, he walked with them on the Huangquan Road to prevent them from being afraid. Mrs. Darling believed it at the time, but now that she is married and sensible, she is a little doubtful whether there really is such a person.

"And," she told Wendy, "he would have grown up by now."

"Oh, no, he hasn't grown up," Wendy said fondly She confidently told her mother, "He's as big as me." What Wendy meant was that Peter's heart and body were as big as hers. She didn't know how she knew it, but she knew it anyway.

Mrs. Darling discussed with Mr. Darling. Mr. Darling just smiled and said: "Listen to me, Nana must have told them nonsense. This is exactly what a dog would think. Don't worry about it, this wind will pass.

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But the wind did not pass. Soon, this naughty boy surprised Mrs. Darling.

Children often encounter strange things, but Not at all alarmed. For example, a week after the incident, they would recall that they had met their dead father in the woods and played with him. This was the case with Wendy, who said casually one morning. A disturbing incident was told of a few leaves which had been found on the nursery floor when the children went to bed the night before; Mrs. Darling thought this was very strange, but Wendy smiled indifferently. Said:

“I believe it was that Peter who did it again! "

"What do you mean, Wendy? ”

“He is so naughty and doesn’t sweep the floor after playing. said Wendy, sighing. She was a neat child.

She explained as if it were true that she thought Peter sometimes came into the nursery at night and sat on her bed. At the other end of the foot, he played the flute to her. Unfortunately, she never woke up, so she didn’t know how she knew.

“What are you talking about, baby! No one can get in without knocking. "

"I think he came in through the window. "Wendy said.

"Honey, this is a three-story building! ”

“Aren’t the leaves just under the window, mother? ”

This is true; the leaves were found very close to the window.

Mrs. Darling didn’t know what to think, because in Wendy’s opinion, this It was all so natural, you couldn't just dismiss it by saying she was dreaming

"My child," her mother cried, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" "

"I forgot. "Wendy said nonchalantly, she was in a hurry to get breakfast.

Ah, she must be dreaming.

But then again, the leaves are obvious. Darling The wife examined the leaves carefully. They were dead leaves, but she was sure that they were definitely not leaves that had fallen from trees in England. She crawled around on the floor and lit a candle on the ground to see. Look for any traces of strangers. She poked the chimney with a poker and knocked on the wall. She lowered a strap from the window to the ground. The window was a full thirty feet high, and there was a climbing rope on the wall. There was no water spout.

Wendy must have been dreaming.

But it became clear on the second night, that night was the best time for the children. The beginning of an extraordinary experience.

On the night in question, the children went to bed again. It was Nana's day off, and Mrs. Darling gave them a bath. Singing to them until one by one they let go of her hand and slipped away to sleep.

Everything seemed so peaceful and comfortable that Mrs. Darling could not help laughing at her own worries, and she kept quiet. He sat down by the fire and sewed a shirt for Michael to wear on his birthday. The fire was warm and the nursery was dimly lit. A night light. After a while, the needlework fell into Mrs. Darling's lap, her head dropped down, how beautiful she was, and she fell asleep. Look at the four, Wendy and Michael. Over there, John slept over here, and Mrs. Darling slept by the fire.

After she fell asleep, Mrs. Darling had a dream. Seeing Yongwuxiang very close, a strange boy emerged from there. The boy did not surprise her, because she felt that she had seen him on the face of some childless women. He could also be seen on the mother's face, but in her dream the child had pulled back the thin veil that covered Neverland, and she saw Wendy, John, and Michael coming in through the crack. Peep. ...There are more. If you need it, you can leave me a message and I will send it to you