I've never been sure if I've read The Chronicles of Narnia, and if I haven't, how do I explain my childhood dreams about wardrobes? How do I explain my obsession with making a secret door in the closet? How to explain the familiar ice and snow play and mighty lion? But if I have read it, why don't I remember the adventures, the tears, the laughter and regrets?
Years later, when I picked up the Narnia saga again, I was no longer the child who hid in the closet late at night to keep her parents from finding out and read a novel with a small lamp, but had become a mother of 2 children. When I opened The Chronicles of Narnia for many years, I was like the children who had returned to the streetlights, except that they were thinking of the real world, and I was thinking of Narnia.
Once you become a king in Narnia, you will always be the king of Narnia.
Although I have not sat on that throne, not the king of Narnia, I have lived there with all my heart, and the wonderful time there is a beauty that I thought I had forgotten but was rooted in my heart. I finally understand why the professor would tell the children not to rack their brains to go there, it will appear in front of you unconsciously. As I opened the book, I knew that this was the moment of return that belonged to the future.
I think of everything about lions and witches and the wardrobe of demons, of trust and betrayal, of hurt and forgiveness, of cowardice and bravery, of dedication and sacrifice, of the cold and cruel White Witch and the majestic and gentle Aslan, of Mr. Tumunus and the Beavers, of Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy...
When I walked into the familiar jungle of words again, like a person who returned to my hometown after many years, when I grew taller and broadened my horizons, and then came back to see here, the beauty of the past will also be in but also have a new perspective and new understanding.
As a child, I was obsessed with a wonderful adventure, a gift from Santa Claus, a good time after good triumphed over evil... When I look at it again when I grow up, what touches my heart is that the professor tells the children how to judge the true and false, the correction and remedy after doing the wrong thing, and the trust and tolerance of the child as an adult.
In fact, before I started writing these words, I wanted to share the story of the children's first adventure in Narnia, but once I started writing, the words I wanted to write most were the words I told myself.
I want to tell myself to be a parent like a professor and not to easily deny what a child says, even if it is so incredible, even if everyone is saying it is impossible. It's like the dad and the officer who believed the kid who was mistaken for scratching someone else's car.
I wanted to tell myself to be a parent like Aslan, to guide my children to face up to difficulties, to give them the space to grow freely, and to learn to take responsibility for their mistakes, even though I couldn't possibly know the deeper magic like he did.
I want to tell my child that while I want you to always be a brave, kind, and upright child, you can make mistakes like Edmund. Mistakes made may not be remedied or there may be room for reversal, and you can still become a fair and upright king Edmund, no matter what you are willing to correct.
I want to tell myself and to tell my children that Narnia may not belong to you, but that is where dreams begin, where dreams continue, where you create your "Narnia."
Narnia, I'm back.
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