After reading the world famous book 'The Little Prince', I was deeply attracted by the little prince's innocence and kindness. The little prince taught me how to choose and how to properly control behavior, emotions, and emotions... This is a plain story, a touching call. Especially at the end of the story, from knowing the little prince to saying goodbye to him, from being filled with joy to being reluctant to part with his thoughts, reading the book "The Little Prince" reminded me of some things that are missing from us... We must rediscover these things and make them our precious eternity. When did our imaginative wings start to weaken and even end up completely losing them? When did we start thinking that the world is what it sees, without any extra thought or imagination? Growing up, right?