I want to be a fairy. I want to be a fairy and turn a stone into a butterfly. I want to be a fairy and turn a lamp into a star. I want to be a fairy and turn the mirror into the moon. I want to be a fairy and turn good people into immortals.
The dream prince galloped on a white horse, eager to find the princess to save himself. The silent mermaid called her lover's name over and over again in her heart, but passers-by never heard it. When I wake up, I can only meet you with memories. We can't resist the reality, and we can't resist getting old with the years, just like the painting that the past time can't be rekindled and was stolen in an ancient castle. Have you ever looked at me seriously and looked nervous? Are you worried that the girl wading in a white skirt will accidentally stain her beautiful clothes? The two mud children you gave me have been living in a hut in the forest. If a boy and a girl run out hand in hand on a snowy morning. I guess they must have quietly returned to the fairy tale world.
In the wind of years, I listened to the conversation between branches, the whispering of flowers and the noise of leaves. This is a fairy tale left to us by years. What is left is a poetic dream story. Let fairy tales exaggerate the years and seek attractive feelings. The past that once rippled in my heart, sitting alone by the tree, listening to the songs of the tree and the fallen leaves, will knock on the window of my heart again and again. Abandon all scenery and turn dreams into strength. In the ocean of knowledge, the boat of youth, poetry and I, the wings of poetry fly. In my sky, like a bird, I don't know why the tears of the wanderer touched me. No one told me that the passion of wandering is high. Between the sea and the mountains, I saw a shining path. That's where the soul passes. This is a poem about fairy tales. Stories about fairy tales and fables hang on sunny scenery, wings fly by, and the imaginary sky is boundless. Poetry is not the worship of grains. I have been spreading white feathers, rain and soil all my life, feeding our home. When I am tired, when I work again, the countryside will always be in good weather. The walls of those harvest gardens have been built, the children have gone, and spring has followed, leaving only the long winter to live in the gardens. The wall of the soul is built, happiness can't enter, laughter is gone, and only loneliness accompanies the giant. The wall of the garden was torn down, the children came back, spring followed, and winter was driven away. The wall of the soul has been demolished, happiness can be played in the heart, laughter is back, and the giant is no longer lonely.
Snow White
We prayed for her day and night, willing to exchange our lives for her joy, but still could not bring her back to life. And as long as any prince comes on a white horse, he can kiss her and take her away. When every girl gets married, her parents will recall the story of Snow White and the seven dwarfs.
Cinderella
Don't regret everything you have lost, those flowers and years. Don't regret that your golden carriage has become a pumpkin. There is always something to say goodbye to you. Don't be afraid that ugliness and perfection will change each other. What has disappeared will not be forgotten forever. Until one day, whoever comes looking for the glass slipper will be your prince-he will bring back your precious past.