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英语作文我的创作故事【一】

既然小说都存在着读者，那么小说就一定存在着读者看小说时的感受。试问：如果读者读某部小说的或人物或情节或环境甚至细节时的感受是——这是虚构的，不是真实的。那么，读者还会继续读下去么？我想，没有读者愿意去读一部自己感觉不真实的小说。没有人愿意去读某部小说，就意味着这部小说没有读者，而没有读者的小说是绝对不能称之为小说的。

也就是说，一部成功的小说，一定是能让读者读出“真实”的小说，纵然这种“真实”明明是“虚构”的。我国古典小说《西游记》、《聊斋志异》情节是何等离奇，妖魔鬼怪各逞凶顽，飞禽走兽尽显神通，讲的是神怪，但是我们并不感到荒诞，相反受到感染得到启迪进而百读不厌。这些作品千百年来久传不衰，究其原因，固然很多，但根本原因还在于它们都让读者读出了真实。

怎样才能让读者从小说中读出真实，这是作者写小说时应该注重并落实的.一个最基本的问题。要让读者读出真实，作者必须写出真实，这就好比你手中必须有馒头，才能给乞丐馒头吃。否则你把一双空手伸给乞丐，对他说：给！馒头！那你一定是在骗人。乞丐不会接受你的“空手馒头”，读者更会拒绝你的失真文字。

怎样才能写出真实？窃以为作者必须本着一颗真心去写作。所谓真心，其实就是对小说中每个人物每个情节每个环境都倾注都寄予真情实感。美国作家利昂·塞米利安说：“在一个真正作家的气质中，总有一种近于痴狂的激情”，而这种“近于痴狂的激情”无疑是“真心”“真情实感”最好的诠释与体现。早先曾听许多人说写小说的都是疯子，起初很是反感，认为是对自己的污蔑与诽谤。但后来却无数次地在深夜为笔下的人物为笔下的情节大哭特哭，伤心欲绝感动欲绝悲愤欲绝，到那时我才终于知道自己的真心已经融入笔下的人物，痛着他们的痛、乐着他们的乐，甚至为他们神思恍惚、物我两忘。说到底，不也是进入了一种痴狂的境界，难以自拔么？当然，也正因为小说的字里行间倾注了我全部的真心真情、浸透了我太多的心血泪水，读者在读的过程中才会觉得真实感人，才会热泪奔涌秉烛夜读。

从小说创作而言，作者的确需要有一种“近于痴狂的激情”，但这种激情又必须有所节制，切忌让那种“痴狂的激情”完全左右了作者的头脑，那就近乎危险了。正如美国作家利昂·塞米利安说：“在文学创作过程中，不受节制的激情只是激情而已，而有所节制的激情则是天才。”所以作者写小说时千万不要“走火入魔”，否则写完主人公跳楼自己就会爬到楼顶，那么痴情的读者读小说时也会“走火入魔”，会因为主人公的跳楼而跳楼。

写出真实，不能等同于照录生活。在日常写作与阅读中，我们也常常有这样的体验：有时，一些记述真实生活的文字，读起来反而味同嚼蜡，有隔膜之感、虚假之感。这就是小说与生活的区别，有些事在生活中毫无疑问是真实的，而一旦被写成文字，冠名于小说，就毫无疑问是虚假的。因为小说是艺术，小说虽然取材于生活，但一定要高于生活。而这个“高于生活”，便是我们耳熟目悉的艺术加工——虚构。

写小说就得虚构，如果不虚构，那就正如作家张天翼先生指出的：“一个作家要是只限于写真人真事，那就是自己束缚自己了。”这是从作者的角度来说，如果从读者的角度去说，当我们读《西游记》《聊斋志异》时，明明知道它们全是虚构的，却在心底依然被其感染感动，或者我们一直不曾有半分怀疑的人和事甚至一直感动着的情景、状态、细节，却突然在某一天因被作者亲口证实是他虚构的而义愤填膺等等，这就是艺术真实的魔力或曰魅力。

对生活进行艺术的加工，这便是小说的创作。在真实的基础上进行虚构，在虚构中倾注真心真情，这便是小说创作之核心。实者虚也，虚者实也，虚虚实实如能恰倒好处，纵然假，也足以以假乱真，无人质疑。

英语作文我的创作故事【二】

那是在柳江古镇，我和同伴们在完成了写生创作到处闲逛之时，突然发现了一个转糖画的摊点，大家蜂拥而上，看着伙伴们兴高采烈大快朵颐的样子，我突发奇想，于是我对摊主说：“能让我亲自操作一次吗？”没想到他竟然答应了，我选择了马，因为马是我的吉祥物。我用小铜勺舀了一勺糖汁，由于我是第一次做，非常紧张，手都不听始唤，抖得厉害，糖汁溅在木板上，到处都是，根本不成图案。我拿出了钱对摊主说：“我能再试一次吗？”他同意了。这次我定了定心神，稳住了双手，可是马在头脑中的形象变模糊了，于是我的作品成了一半像马，一半又什么都不是的东西，我沮丧极了，这么简单的东西我怎么做不好呢？这时摊主对我说：“小兄弟，你是第一次做糖画吧！来，让我来教教你。”他先向我介绍了一些做糖画的基本要领，然后递给我一张马的图案，让我在一边临摹，然后他示范起来了。只见他执勺在手，静气凝神，流糖如丝，灵巧的手腕抖、提、顿、放，时快时慢，时高时低，倾刻间一匹骏马跃然于木板上。哇！我叹服啦！于是我老老实实地开始临摹图案，直到马的图案在我头脑中越来越清晰，于是我又走上了操作台，心中默念着操作要领，学着摊主的样子，开始了创作。啊！我终于成功了，我实现了儿时的愿望。

拿着我这幅最得意的创作，我明白了：一分汗水，一分收获的道理。

英语作文我的创作故事【三】

作者在前言里说，这是一本教你怎么做的书，一步一步地向你展示如何写成一本很棒的悬疑小说。而接下来，作者也是如此做的。他先分析人们阅读悬疑小说的原因，并以此作为悬疑小说创作的宗旨。

玛莉·勒德尔在《悬疑小说》一书中，给出了人们阅读悬疑小说的四个经典理由，她说，人们阅读悬疑小说，是为了获得：

一、追捕凶手刺激感的代入式体验……这是以侦探和读者的聪明才智为媒介，在智力层面实现的。

二、见证违法者受到惩罚的满足感。

三、对故事中人物（主要是主人公）和事件的自我认同感，这能让读者更有英雄的感觉。

四、对故事真实性的信任感觉。

关于悬疑小说作家需要了解的其他知识，包括：

● 英雄旅行最重要的意义在于，它在现代悬疑小说中出现的神话形式和功能可以对读者产生很强的吸引力。

● “推理征服邪恶”几乎是所有悬疑小说的前提。

● 在现代悬疑小说中，几乎所有待解的案件都是谋***案。

● 从审美或创造性的角度出发，悬疑小说只需要分为三种：类型悬疑小说、主流悬疑小说和文艺悬疑小说。类型悬疑小说关注悬疑本身。主流悬疑小说讲的是卷入谋***案破解过程中的人的故事。与类型悬疑小说相比，人物通常更有“质地”。文艺悬疑小说常带一种肃穆而沉闷的格调，被视为行走在阴暗的边界。

悬疑小说的创作是从一个出色的点子开始。一个出色的点子可以是有关某位独一无二的英雄的点子；一个不同寻常的地点；一种新颖的人物动机；也可以是一个很棒的开篇；或是惊艳的高潮。总之，一个出色的胚芽点子，就是能够唤起你的激情并点燃你的创造之火的点子。

相反，坏点子则扰乱了悬疑小说的形式规则。譬如：英雄有通灵能力（将谋***犯交付正义就不再依靠推理）；***手在道德上并没有犯罪（他为了救自己的孩子而犯罪）。丑点子来源于平庸的业余侦探（低能者和懦夫）。

一旦有了自己的胚芽点子，你就需要坐下来，开始设计情节。在创作出情节背后情节（谋***犯的谋***计划）的作者（即谋***犯）之前，有两件事需要明确：故事发生的时间和地点。谋***犯的动机是任何悬疑小说的驱动力量，是小说的引擎。除了是一个三维的形象饱满、带有支配性情感并充满戏剧性的人物之外，我们对谋***犯的的塑造，还有其他几个方面要纳入考虑。即谋***犯须得邪恶，他只是从他或她的`个人利益出发采取行动的邪恶者。谋***犯又不可以表现出邪恶，他得是聪明和足智多谋的，须得受过创伤并且得是害怕的。

作家应该从人物的视角、以人物的口吻来为他写。这是深入人物内心的一种巧妙技术。在日记中，人物一定要完全地真诚、诚实并袒露心扉。

对人物进行检查，以确认创作的人物符合要求。

让谋***犯自己创作情节背后的情节。

创作你的英雄时，要格外用心。悬疑小说的英雄是一种重要的文化神话英雄。除了必须是一个三维的丰满的、戏剧性的人物并带有支配性情感以外，还需要满足以下条件：

充满勇气；

擅长他或她生计所系的本职；

有独特的天赋；

聪明且足智多谋；

受到过创伤；

是一个法外之徒；

有自我牺牲精神。

在英雄/侦探身上常见却不必要的特质：常常是一个独行侠；没有经济保障；忠于老友不忘初心；风流成性。

为类型化悬疑小说创造英雄时，应该让人物表现出戏剧性；需要其极度聪明并机智多谋；最好为你的侦探找一些稀奇古怪的怪癖。主流的小说人物需要有重病的孩子或者感情问题，主流的英雄/侦探通常要面临一些道德困境。文艺性的英雄/侦探通常都是一种黑暗的形象，有时候疯疯癫癫的，常常是躁郁症患者或瘾君子，有时候还是一个罪犯

英语作文我的创作故事【四】

风和太阳

●风和太阳两方为谁的能量大相互争论不休。

●突然，他们看到一个行人走在路上，太阳说：“谁能使行人脱下衣服，谁就更强大。”

●太阳藏在乌云后面，风开始拼命地吹，风刮得越猛烈，行人越是裹紧自己的衣服。

●太阳出来了，暖暖地晒着行人，行人感到很热，很快就把外套脱了下来。

寓意: 劝说往往比强迫更为有效。

英语作文我的创作故事【五】

Mouse and Cat in Partnership

英汉对照

A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. But we must make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger, said the cat, and you, little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day. The good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said, I know no place where it will be better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it. So the pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it, and said to the mouse, I want to tell you something, little mouse, my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother, he is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out to-day, and you look after the house by yourself. Yes, yes, answered the mouse, by all means go, and if you get anything very good to eat, think of me, I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine myself. All this, however, was untrue, the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. Well, here you are again, said the mouse, no doubt you have had a merry day. All went off well, answered the cat. What name did they give the child. Top off, said the cat quite coolly. Top off, cried the mouse, that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your family. What does that matter, said the cat, it is no worse than crumb-stealer, as your God-children are called.

Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She said to the mouse, you must do me a favor, and once more manage the house for a day alone. I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I cannot refuse. The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to oneself, said she, and was quite satisfied with her days work. When she went home the mouse inquired, and what was this child christened. Half-done, answered the cat. Half-done. What are you saying. I never heard the name in my life, Ill wager anything it is not in the calendar.

The cats mouth soon began to water for some more licking. All good things go in threes, said she, I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white hair on its whole body, this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, wont you. Top-off. Half-done, answered the mouse, they are such odd names, they make me very thoughtful. You sit at home, said the cat, in your dark-gray fur coat and long tail, and are filled with fancies, thats because you do not go out in the daytime. During the cats absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order but the greedy cat entirely emptied the pot of fat. When everything is eaten up one has some peace, said she to herself, and well filled and fat she did not return home till night. The mouse at once asked what name had been given to the third child. It will not please you more than the others, said the cat. He is called all-gone. All-gone, cried the mouse, that is the most suspicious name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-gone, what can that mean, and she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep.

From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godmother, but when the winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their provision, and said, come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves - we shall enjoy that. Yes, answered the cat, you will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window. They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat certainly was still in its place, but it was empty. Alas, said the mouse, now I see what has happened, now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You have devoured all when you were standing godmother. First top off then half done, then -. Will you hold your tongue, cried the cat, one word more and I will eat you too. All gone was already on the poor mouses lips, scarcely had she spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. Verily, that is the way of the world.

有一只猫认识了一只老鼠，便对它大谈特谈自己是多么喜欢老鼠，原意和它交朋友，弄得老鼠终于同意和猫住在一起，共同生活。“我们得准备过冬的东西了，不然我们到冬天会挨饿的，”猫说，“至于你嘛，我的小老鼠，哪里也不要去，我真怕你会被什么老鼠夹子夹住。”老鼠接受了猫的好建议，于是它们买来了一罐猪油，然而两个人都不知道该把猪油放在什么地方。它们左思考右思考，最后猫说：“我觉得这猪油放在教堂里是再合适不过的了，因为谁也不敢偷教堂里的东西。我们把猪油藏在祭坛下，不到万不得已的时候决不动它。”猪油罐就这样被放到了安全的地方。可是没过多久，猫开始想吃猪油了，便对老鼠说：“小老鼠，我想跟你说点事。我的表姐刚刚生了一个小宝宝，还请我当小宝贝的教母。那小宝贝全身雪白，带着一些褐色的斑点。我要抱着它去接受洗礼，所以今天要出去一下，你一个人在家看家，好吗？”“好的，好的，”老鼠说，“你尽管去吧。要是有什么好吃的东西，千万要记着我。我很想尝一点洗礼时用的红葡萄酒。”这一切当然都不是真的，因为猫并没有表姐，也没有被请去当教母。它直接去了教堂，偷偷爬到猪油罐那里，开始舔呀舔，把顶上一层猪油舔得精光。然后，它在城里的屋顶上散了散步，想碰碰别的运气；接着便躺下来晒太阳。每当想起那罐猪油，它都情不自禁地舔舔自己的嘴唇。它一直等到天黑才回家。“啊，你终于回来了，”老鼠说，“这一天肯定过得很开心吧？”“一切顺利。”猫答道。“你们给那孩子起了什么名字？”“没了顶层！”猫冷淡地说。“没了顶层！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个古怪的名字可不多见。你们家常取这样的名字吗？”“那有什么？”猫说,“不比你的那些教子叫什么偷面包屑的更糟吧？”

没过多久，猫又想吃猪油了。它对老鼠说：“你得帮我一个忙，再一个人看一次家。又有人请我当教母了，而且这个孩子的脖子上有一道白圈，我实在无法推辞。”好心的老鼠同意了。猫从城墙后面溜进教堂，一口气吃掉了半罐猪油。“什么东西也没有比吃到自己的嘴里更好，”它说，心里对这一天的收获感到很满意。等它到家时，老鼠问道：“这个孩子起的什么名字呀？”“吃了一半，”猫回答。“吃了一半！你在说什么呀？我长这么大了还从来没有听说过这样的名字。我敢打赌，就是年历上也不会有这样的名字！”

不久，猫的嘴巴又开始流口水了，想再去舔一舔猪油。“好事成三嘛，”它说，“又有人请我去当教母了。这个孩子除了爪子是白色的，浑身黑黝黝的，连一根白毛都没有。这是好几年才会碰上的事情，你当然会同意我去的，是吗？”“没了顶层！吃了一半！”老鼠回答，“这些名字真怪！我实在弄不明白。”“你白天又不出门，”猫说，“整天穿着深灰色的皮袄，拖着长长的尾巴，坐在家里胡思乱想，当然弄不明白啦！”趁着猫不在家，老鼠把屋子打扫了一下，把东西放得整整齐齐。可是那只馋猫把剩下的猪油吃得干干净净。“人只有把东西吃得干干净净才能放心，”它自言自语地说。它吃得饱饱的，直到天黑了才挺着圆圆的肚子回家。老鼠看到它回来，立刻问它这第三个孩子起的什么名字。“你也不会喜欢这个名字，”猫说，“它叫吃得精光。”“吃得精光！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个名字太令人费解了！我从来没有在书上见过。吃得精光！这是什么意思呢？”它摇摇头，蜷缩起身子，躺下睡着了。

从此，猫再也没有被邀请去当教母。可是冬天来到了，外面再也找不到任何吃的东西。老鼠想到了它们准备的过冬的东西，便说：“走吧，猫！我们去取储存的猪油吧。我们可以美美吃上一顿。”“是的，”猫回答，“那准会把你美得就像把你那尖尖的舌头伸到窗外去喝西北风一样。”它们动身去教堂，可它们到达那里后，看到猪油罐倒是还在那里，里面却是空的。“天哪！”老鼠说，“我现在终于明白是怎么回事了！你可真是个好朋友！你在去当什么教母的时候，把这猪油全吃光了！先是吃了顶上一层，然后吃了一半，最后……”“你给我住嘴！”猫嚷道，“你要是再罗嗦，我连你也吃了！”“……吃得精光，”可怜的老鼠脱口而出。它刚把话说完，猫就扑到了它的身上，抓住它，把它吞进了肚子。这世界就是这样！

New Words and Expressions 生词和词组

1. acquaintance n. 认识

2. provision n. 准备，供应品

3. yearning n. 渴望，怀念

4. consent v. 同意，许可

5. calendar n. 日历，日程表

6. suspicious a. 可疑的，令人费解的

7. curl up 卷起

8. dainty a. 优美的，讲究的

9. verily ad. 真正的，真实的

英语作文我的创作故事【六】

Mr Gao lives in a town .When he was twenty-five ,his son was born .He calls him Gao Ling .The little boy is clever .He and his wife love him very much .

It’s September 1today .A few school year begins Gao Ling is happy and wears his most beautiful clothes .He’s going to school with his new bag .

“Let me take you to school ,dear ,”said Mrs Gao .

“Thank you ,mummy ,”said the boy .“The school isn’t far from here .I can go there myself .”

At school a teacher met the little boy and asked ,“What’s your name ,my little friend ?”

“Gao Ling ,sir ,”answered the boy .

“How old are you ?”

“Six ,sir .”

“What’s your father’s name ?”

“Gao Dalin ,sir .”

“How old is he ?”

“Oh ,”the teacher said in surprise .“Is he as old as you ?”

“Yes ,sir ,”said the boy .“He became a father only on that day when I was born .”

我和我的'父亲一样老

高先生住在一个小镇上。他二十五岁时，他的儿子是天生的。他把他叫做高岭。这个小男孩很聪明。他和他的妻子非常爱他。

这是九月1今天。新学年开始高岭是快乐的，穿着最漂亮的衣服。他将背着他的新书包上学去。

“让我带你去学校，亲爱的，说：”高夫人。

“谢谢您，妈妈，”男孩说。“学校离这儿不远。我可以自己到那儿去的。”

在学校，老师遇到了小男孩问道，“你叫什么名字，我的小朋友?“

“高岭，先生，”男孩回答。

你多大了?“

“六，先生。”

你爸爸叫什么名字?“

“高大林，先生。”

他多大年纪了?“

“哦，”老师吃惊的说。“他和你一样大吗?“

“是的，先生，”男孩说。“他父亲只在那一天，当我是天生的。”

英语作文我的创作故事【七】

：The Little Prince （小王子）

Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:

"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."

"But we must wait," I said.

"Wait? For what?"

"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."

At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

"I am always thinking that I am at home!"

Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…

"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

And a little later you added:

"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"

"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"

But the little prince made no reply.

On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret of the little princes life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:

"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"

"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."

"Even flowers that have thorns?"

"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."

"Then the thornswhat use are they?"

I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

"The thornswhat use are they?"

The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."

"Oh!"

There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:

"I dont believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"

I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still wont turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.

"And you actually believe that the flowers"

"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I dont believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Dont you seeI am very busy with matters of consequence!"

He stared at me, thunderstruck.

"Matters of consequence!"

He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…

"You talk just like the grown-ups!"

That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:

"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"

He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

The little prince was now white with rage.

"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doingOh! You think that is not important!"

His face turned from white to red as he continued:

"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, Somewhere, my flower is there… But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"

He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:

"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"

I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

经典：The Little Prince 小王子

啊！我的小王子……就这样，一点一滴地，我逐渐懂得了你那忧郁的小生命。长久以来，你惟一的乐趣只是欣赏落日。这是我在第四天早晨知道的，当你说出：

“我喜欢看夕阳。我们一起去看太阳下山吧……”

“可以，我们必须要等……”

“等什么？”

“等太阳落山哪！”

起初，你看起来好象很惊讶，然后，又自我解嘲地说：

“我总以为自己还在家里。”

确实，大家都知道，美国的正午时分，正是法国夕阳落下的时候。如果能在一分钟内赶到法国，你就可以看到落日了，可惜法国太远了。但是，在你的小行星上，只要把椅子向后挪几步，就可以随时随地地看到落日的余辉了。

“有一天，我看了43次落日！”

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