Snowman is gone
Knowing that the story will end in sorrow, I doubled my attention to the happiness when I was with the Yeti, doubled my cherishment, and doubled my emotions . this is the most fascinating part of the fictional emotional experience: even tragedy can bringCome happy.
”Snowman” is a wordless book that tells a great story.
One winter morning, when the boy woke up, he found snow falling outside the window.
He impatiently put on his clothes, shoes and hat, and rushed out of the house.
What is the happiest thing to do on such a heavy snow day?
Of course-haha, you see-he made a great snowman, which is twice as big as himself!
The hat and scarf on the snowman, the big big briquette button, the special small briquette eyes, the most fun is the red orange nose.
By the way, I still have a mouth, so I draw one with my finger, and both sides of the long mouth are raised upwards.
The snowman laughed!
The boy loves his snowman so much that he always lies at the window to watch the snowman.
At night, my mother managed to coax him to sleep.
But that night, something magical happened.
At 12 midnight, the boy awakened from his sleep. He quietly walked down the stairs, opened the door of the house, and found that the snowman was alive. He was taking off his hat and greeting him!
The boy enthusiastically invited the snowman to his home.
The icy giant was so excited that he sat by the fireplace like other guests.
What, the fireplace!
The snowman was terrified by the fire in the fireplace, and the boy quickly pulled him away.
Yeti thinks everything in the house is amazing. He is curious to watch TV, turn on the lights, turn off the lights, turn on the lights again, and then turn off the lights . the best place is the kitchen.
Guess what the snowman likes most in the kitchen?
It turns out that the refrigerator is the “fireplace” of the snowman.
The boy took the snowman to visit various places in the house. The snowman also tried on his mother’s hat and his father’s suspenders.
They went to play in the garage again.
The boy also invited the snowman to have supper. It turned out that the snowman’s favorite food is big ice cubes.
Next, it was the snowman’s turn to take the boy out to play.
The snowman pulled the boy out of the gate and set foot on the vast snow.
They ran all the way, and then flew into the sky, just like the wind.
They flew over the wasteland, across the city, I don’t know how far they flew, and finally flew to a highest rooftop platform, a magnificent snow scene in front of them!
Later, they saw a touch of red in the east. Not good, the sun was coming out.
The snowman hurriedly flew the boy home.
The beautiful night is about to pass, the boy really can’t bear it!
The next day, when the boy woke up, it was already sunny outside.
The boy ran down the stairs and rushed out of the door-he couldn’t believe that there was only a pile of snow, a hat, a scarf, and a few briquettes underground.
What about his snowman?
This book does not have a single word, but the story in the picture is particularly clear. It can be understood by children as young as 3 years old.
But the book I bought for myself at first, every time I read it, it always makes me remember, it reminds me of many things when I was young, happy and sad.
On a hot evening in the south, my daughter found the book from the bookshelf, so we shared it together.
We read slowly, each telling the story pointed out in the painting.
Finally, when we saw the pile of snow, a hat, a scarf, a few briquettes, and the boy’s back in the snow, the daughter was quiet.After closing the book, for a while, she asked quietly, “What about the snowman?”
Where did he go?
“At that time, my daughter was almost five years old.
She went to the north to see the snow and made a snowman once.
Obviously, she knew that the snowman in the story had melted, but she still had to ask, because that was not the answer she wanted.
Actually, I also asked myself this question, maybe everyone who was moved by this story would ask.
The painter Brigger must have asked this question.
When telling the previous story, he did not hesitate to paint more than 160 large and small frames, each page is very rich, and brought us into this romantic snowy day, reluctantly.
But on this last page, he only left a small picture frame, there was only a small pile of snow in the picture, and even the boy only showed us the back view.
The entire page is empty. If it is expressed in words, it can only be a lot of ellipsis . It is not an easy question to answer in words.
I can only carry my daughter and gently say to her: When winter comes, let’s go to the north to watch the snow together, and go to make a snowman together.
I like to tell hilarious stories to my children, but sometimes I also like to tell some slightly sad stories.
In addition to “Snowman”, some “Dinosaur Warm Stories”, “I have a friendship to rent”, “Rainbow Flowers”, etc., are somewhat sentimental.
To children, the story is like a window, letting them touch the world, and at the same time discovering their own hearts.
The story is fictional, but the emotional experience that is reproduced is real. A good story can not only give us this real experience, but also bring it beauty.
How many parents are worried about whether the fictional emotional experience will adversely affect their children?
Of course, you don’t have to worry too much. Just as the child naturally accepted “Santa is fictional” when he grows up, the child will naturally distinguish between reality and fictional reality as he grows up.
They can also understand the fun of fiction, and many older children are also happy to play with adults to “coax” children with Santa.
I once told my daughter a “Lion in Love”, which is a story about a dog mother adopting a baby lion. It looks very simple on the surface, but when she heard that the dog mother died, she burst into tearsout of hand.
I just realized that for her enthusiastic “puppy fan”, she must not read the story of a puppy’s death, which is intolerable to her, even if the story is no better.
Well, do n’t talk, do n’t talk about it, the emotional experience does n’t have to be deliberate.