Review

The book was written by Oscar Wilde, an English writer born in the 19th century. In this book, the author tells us seven fairy tales, each of which is very exciting and touching. Among them are the regrettable nightingale, the admirable merry prince, and the moving swallow, the selfish giant turned generous, and the loyal miller, and the pretentious rocket, and the young king roused from his dream, and the child of the star, after suffering all the world, finally became a butterfly. It can be seen that living in the period of British capitalism at that time, the author was deeply influenced by the social view of money at that time. People become a machine in pursuit of fame and money, and forget their own lives, and the family, friendship and love in life are replaced by naked money. Such a way of life, the author throughout the book through different stories, in each image embodied incisively and vividly, as if this is not just a fairy tale book, but should be the most straightforward cry of Wilde's heart. I believe that if this is a fairy tale book, it must be a fairy tale book for adults. The author seems to be integrated with nature, birds, trees, flowers, wind, snow, dew, frost are his writing objects, and personifying them seems to reflect some of the author's inner demands. The author's values were incompatible with the society that was full of money at that time, which also reflected the author's inner loneliness and desire for friendship. In fact, my own values are slowly changing, and I am a little surprised. As we go deeper and deeper into modern urban life, some of our emotional parts are slowly being repressed and becoming more and more rational, we become independent, we become silent, and gradually we become an emotionless robot. We become tense, we become numb, we have no sense of humor in our lives, we become more and more dull, we lack vitality, it is because we are often distracted, too much addicted to the future life, too many goals in mind, but these goals are too big, too vague, every day we are busy choosing, which causes us to not live in the present.