To be honest, reading Wilde's The Happy Prince has never made me happy. This kind of fairy tale full of pain, irony and meditation is rare in fairy tales. Besides, the prince did not meet the princess. Usually, a prince meets a princess. I don't say everything will be fine, but there is also a touching story. But the happy prince has nothing to do with the princess.

Of course, in this story, there is also a reed princess, but unfortunately she met a swallow instead of a prince. Even the princess who knows swallows is suspicious. Listen to how the friend of Swallow describes the princess-"She is poor and has too many relatives ..." Oh, my God. Where is this princess? Get rid of a country girl with complicated relationships at the bottom of society.

Ok, forget about the princess, just say this happy prince who has become a statue. He is covered with gold foil, his eyes are sapphires, and his sword is inlaid with rubies ... what a lucky man with gold inlaid with jade and luxurious body! But wait a minute. On a clear autumn night, the happy prince shed tears, because he saw the suffering people, the injustice and exploitation in the world, the ugliness and desolation ... The happy prince tried to save his people with his own strength. So, he first gave the ruby on the sword to a poor mother who was rushing to embroider a ball dress for the queen's favorite maid-in-waiting. Her child has a fever. Then he asked the swallow to give one of his eyes, a sapphire, to a playwright who was hungry and cold. Gave the other eye-another sapphire to the little match girl. Finally, he gave all the gold foil to the poor people in the city ... The Happy Prince had nothing, and his heart broke into pieces because of cold and sadness. The Happy Prince really dedicated himself!

When I say this fairy tale is full of satire and meditation, I mean that it was ridiculed and vilified under the dedication of the Happy Prince. Those city councilors said how shabby the Happy Prince had become. He was no better than a beggar, so they knocked down the statue of the prince and threw him into the stove. Even those poor people who accepted the prince's selfless help could not understand the prince's compassion and fraternity. The mother who got the ruby doesn't know where this godsend came from. The playwright who got the sapphire actually thought it was from a rich man who worshipped him, thinking that someone finally appreciated him. The little match girl who got the prince's other eye just regarded sapphire as a lovely little glass bead ... Wilde's brushwork was sharp and even cruel. He not only quietly dug out the prince's eyes in fairy tales and blew up the prince's heart, but also made it all go unnoticed, making people even more sad in the dark when they were not understood.

To tell the truth, for a long time, when I read the article "Happy Prince" in the whole volume of fairy tales, I would twist my fingers and turn it over quickly to avoid reading. Although I admit that it touched me, shocked me and alerted me. But emotionally, I am afraid of this heartbreaking and tortured dedication. I admire the prince, but I think he is too painful.

Of course, pain is also an indispensable experience in life, just as the prince in the fairy tale said-what is really incredible is human suffering.

The author Wilde raised a serious question, so serious that at the end of the fairy tale, he threw the unsolvable ball into the hands of God. God said that the prince's lead heart and the frozen swallow are the two most precious things in the world. Let the Happy Prince live in my Huang Jincheng, and let the swallows sing forever.

As for the prince, let's stop here for the time being. Now let's talk about another very important role in fairy tales, that is, the swallow who entered heaven. What does it stand for?

Those words about swallows always remind me of a lively young man with chestnut hair, round eyes, quick movements and eloquent words. Of course, in fact, he is really a young man, because he pursues the slim reed princess and thinks the reed swaying in the wind is a bit coquettish ... It seems that he is not only in love, but also suspicious and narrow-minded.

Swallow loves to travel, and he describes distant Egypt over and over again, occupying a lot of space. Even because he couldn't tolerate his future wife at home, he broke off his relationship with Princess Reed. A good man is ambitious!

But the swallow didn't fly to Egypt in the end. He became a loyal servant and messenger of the Happy Prince. He carried out the prince's instructions accurately. After the prince lost his eyes, he fought faithfully for the prince's cause, loved him deeply, and finally died in the cold. Swallow is a touching expression of friendship. He is honest, humorous, knowledgeable and a little boastful (I always wonder if he saw Egypt with his own eyes? Exaggerated) ...

What moved me most was the loyalty of the swallow to the prince. It's a feeling of giving up one's life for righteousness and dying. For the friendship of "a scholar dies for his bosom friend", Swallow left his partner, gave up his dream of traveling, and was hungry and cold until he paid the price of his life. Yanfei is a chivalrous man.

The story "Happy Prince" is a complicated story in fairy tales. Heart and swallow symbolize sympathy and dedication, right? Different people may read different tastes. For me, it is melancholy and sentimental. Of course, it also has full expectations. Wilde added a shiny tail to it. But I always believe that true happiness grows in each of us.

Version 2

When I was a child, I grew up listening to fairy tales, and my simple eyes only focused on the beautiful love between the prince and the princess. Subconsciously, fairy tales mean that the prince and princess live happily together.

With the increase of the number of rings, simple eyes gradually increase. When I look at my childhood friends again, I realize that fairy tales are more than just beautiful love. ...

A simple, happy and happy prince seems to be us when we were young. We know nothing about this world, live in our own palace, chat with birds, dance with butterflies and watch our happy smiles on the calm lake every day. Until one day, the happy prince died happily, and finally walked out of the encirclement that trapped him and stood in the middle of this city full of poverty and ugliness, he realized that there was more than happiness in reality.

When we were young, we were trapped in the world of reinforced concrete, thinking that every sky was as blue, as clear and as flawless as the sky above us. Even if one day the storm baptized the sky, we thought that every corner of the world had a big umbrella as hard as a roof to shelter us from the wind and rain.

With the change of body and age, we have to step out of our protective circle slowly to know that the outside world is not as clean, pure and happy as we thought.

Not every child has a beautiful young mother to take care of him, whispering in his ear, wrapping his clothes with slender hands against the cold wind, and stuffing a lollipop to tell him that the world is sweet when he is completely crying. You see, in the distance, on the overpass, two mothers are sitting on the cold concrete floor, close together, while their children are reaching out to the hurried passers-by at both ends of the bridge, trying to beg for one or two copper coins to fill their own and their mothers' poor stomachs. When the coin hits the bowl wall and gives a crisp "ding" sound, the child will run to his mother and open his chapped lips with her.

Not every young man has a successful career. He is sitting in his BMW, with a bunch of bright roses on the seat next to him, ready to pick up beautiful women and start a candlelight dinner and happy hour tonight. You see, in that corner of the subway, a young man in thin clothes looks like a student. With his head down, he quietly fiddled with the strings on the guitar and adjusted them. He started his own shallow singing, singing a slow and faint song in a low and slightly hoarse voice. Although light, his penetrating voice collided with the wall and scattered to every corner. The empty piano box in front of me quietly opened its mouth, as if it wanted to do something to replace the sound of its owner working day and night, but it could only wait with its owner for a loaf of bread or a bowl of noodles tonight.

Not every old man has a happy old age. Sitting in the middle of the living room, watching his children and grandchildren gather around him, handing himself fruit and tea, or walking along the path of the lawn in the community with a birdcage, he stopped and leaned forward when he saw the old man playing chess on the stone chair. You see, at the entrance of the shopping mall across the street, an old man in rags is sitting cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, tightly wrapping his shivering body with transparent plastic film, trying to stop the biting cold wind from attacking his body. His gray hair and beard are linked together as if they were stuck together by chewing gum. The pots and pans in front of him have long been rusty, but they still contain a trace of sympathy from passers-by for the old man.

When there is light in the world, there will be darkness. When the sky is full of sunshine and the darkness is driven away, there will be a moment when it is swallowed up and occupied by the darkness. When the city has a glamorous appearance, there will also be dirty and ugly corners.

We used to be young princes, and now we should be swallows who spent the last life for the prince.

Walk on the overpass and give the child a piece of bread. He will jump up and thank you happily, and then run to his mother with joy to share their dinner today. If you look into his eyes, you will find that the joy and gratitude in the child's eyes will soon flow out of his eyes. A piece of bread will make them happy all night. Maybe when the mother holds the child in her arms and puts him to sleep in the middle of the night, he will sleep well because of your bread.

When you walk into the subway, put ten dollars in the young man's empty piano box, tell him that I like your voice and your songs, and let him know that you have appreciation for him, not sympathy. Maybe he will look up at you and say thank you. Because his dignity tells him that what he needs is not charity and pity, but encouragement and appreciation. Maybe one day, at the moment when he can't persist, he can suddenly remember that someone once appreciated him.

Cross the road, walk to the old man, and send him a cup of hot water to warm his hands, his heart and let him feel warm in the biting cold wind. Although weak, it is so strong. Seeing the steaming in the cup, his heart began to warm up. Perhaps one morning, the biting cold began to erode his life, and the feeling of weakness spread throughout his body. His heavy eyes could not feel the sting of the light. Suddenly, he thought of the warm cup of water, and gradually, that feeling spread, giving the old man the courage to wake up again.

There is only black and white in the world. All we need is to fill the sky with that little white, and when we die, we can be led to God by angels.

Version 3

This is one of Wilde's fairy tales that impressed me the most, not only because I read it early. At the end of the article, there is a story composed of a prince who is happy to hate and hate before his death, a swallow who talks about sincerity and kindness, a big and small official who can't bear the tide, and a poor man who struggles to see the light day and night. Just like a piece of Jin Yezi or a sapphire on the Happy Prince, it has been shining in my heart for a long time. This time, rereading is awakening memories and smearing new brilliance.

The Happy Prince has been pursuing happiness and enjoying it all his life. Perhaps this is also our mortal dream! The so-called life, for him, is just a feast of his own. Love is love, love is love. He never expects anything, because he will never be disappointed; He doesn't want money, because he never needs to pay. Is this happiness real? This question is of no value to him. "Circumstances are born from the heart", happiness or not, only you can understand. What you know in your heart is true; In my heart, everything is nothing. If thinking can't make him happy, he must refuse to exercise this right. Therefore, when he is happy, the world is happy for him. After his death, his happiness can only be an admirable specimen, standing above the city in a beautiful way, and no one can copy it.

A person is the hardest to be denied by himself, but he can only be denied by himself. The happy prince changed his height after his death, and also categorically denied his past self. He is no longer happy, he is miserable, because he finds that the world is not a carefree palace, and his past happiness is so heartless. The subversion of the world outlook is terrible, and the price paid by the prince is disillusionment. But perhaps for him, real pain is better than false happiness.

He said bitterly to the swallow, "I had a heart when I was alive." At that time, I didn't know what tears were ... My subjects called me the Happy Prince. Indeed, if happiness is happiness, I am really happy. I lived happily like this and then died happily. Now that I'm dead, they put me here. Now I stand so high and see all the ugliness and misfortune in my city. Although my heart is made of lead, I still can't help crying for it. "

With the help of the swallow, the prince turned his pain into his own destruction and his dedication to others. Ruby, sapphire eyes at the top of the scepter, and Jin Yezi fragments on the body all become small sunshine in the life of the unfortunate. This ray of sunshine makes the sick child feel cool and enter a sweet dream country (for the child's mother, it means alleviating poverty); This ray of sunshine makes young people who pursue their dreams enjoy the happiness of being affirmed and appreciated; This ray of sunshine made the little match girl run home with a smile, getting rid of the experience of being beaten and starving; This ray of sunshine makes the poor have warmth, food and happiness.

In the life where the happy prince is no longer happy, actually helping others can't bring him happiness, because he already knows that there are too many ugliness, too many poverty, too many pains and too many sorrows, and his strength is too limited and too small. But he must do it, even if his personal strength is meager, it is better to do something for others than not to do it. Perhaps the only comfort for him is the swallow, which is his ray of sunshine. It gave up flying south and stayed with the prince, becoming the messenger of spreading love. It knows how to comfort the prince, and it is thinking of bringing back more beautiful and bigger gems to the prince in the coming year. But there is no next year, no swallow, no prince. The swallow refused to go to the warm south for the winter against the laws of nature and died on a cold day. At that moment, the prince's heart was broken. The Happy Prince is dead again. This time, he lived in pain and died in pain. Two life experiences and completely different opportunities, which one would he prefer?

In life, there may be a lot of happiness because of ignorance and ignorance. Just like a childhood in life that can never come back, isn't it the kind of ignorant and fearless happiness that makes people linger for a lifetime? But when you grow up, you must bravely accept all kinds of pains in your life, and would rather choose sober pains than paralyze your true feelings within the walls of yourself or others. Accept, then face; Change, maybe be changed.

In fact, I want to say that for children and adults: if your happiness is real, please cherish it and care for it, even if it is like ice cream melting in your mouth, it is only a moment of sweetness on the tip of your tongue; If a kind of pain is real, it is a struggle and pain that must be experienced in growth, then please cherish it and care for it, even if it will be like a blunt knife sawing the heart, the pain will be long and thin in your heart. Everything is good, five flavors are life, as long as you have your own true feelings.

Version 4

I recently read a fairy tale called Happy Prince, written by Oscar Wilde, a famous British fairy tale writer.

This book writes: The statue of the Happy Prince gave all precious things to himself, and the swallow gave his life to bring happiness, happiness and warmth to the poor, hungry and cold people ... The story that God and angels were also moved by them.

Happy prince would rather abandon everything on himself and make people happy; Swallows would rather not survive the winter than fulfill the prince's entrustment. Can't such a prince praise God? Can't such swallows sing in God's garden?

It is precisely because we lack a little care and generosity between people that the gap between people will appear. If there is more care and generosity between people, then our world family will become more harmonious!

There is no war. There are no bad guys. There is no misunderstanding. ......

Why not do it?

After reading this article, I was moved by the silent and selfless dedication of the Happy Prince and the Swallow. Let me understand that "love is dedication". Aren't there many people in our life who are so silently dedicated? Isn't our beloved teacher a "happy prince" who works hard for students and cultivates talents for the motherland? Parents take care of us every day, only to pay, not to return. There are all kinds of volunteers who contribute their own money and silently contribute their own strength to the society! It is precisely because of the silent dedication of so many "happy princes" that our motherland will be so beautiful!

Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. Our children now should be ambitious and learn to contribute from an early age, so that our great motherland will be more prosperous and beautiful!