Little white got angry

Author: (French) Fluri (French) Bouanel
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Publish Date: 2005-09-01
Features: Xiao Bai is a household name in France and is extremely popular among children in Europe. This series of picture books uses the simple and adorable image of Xiao Bai, a rabbit, to tell about the problems children encounter in their daily lives. The entire book features a clean layout and bright colors. Since its publication, "Xiao Bai" has been translated into multiple languages, including German, English, Japanese, and Korean. This is the first time Xiao Bai has been introduced to mainland China. The ten relatable stories are experiences that children go through as they grow up: bedwetting, socializing, missing Mom, and more. Under the guidance of parents, this book of stories for children allows them to take flight with their imagination, perceiving and touching the life around them. After school, Xiao Bai goes to the park. He plays on the slide with Caesar and eats snacks. But when it's time to go home, Xiao Bai gets angry.
Xiao Bai is a little rabbit. But we see that he is actually a child. So this series of stories about a little rabbit is, in essence, a story about a child. Children's stories are always about everyday and simple things: eating is a story, sleeping is a story, being happy is a story, being angry is a story, walking is a story, falling is a story, missing Mom is a story, walking up and down the train corridor is a story, singing a song of "La La La" is a story, and even wetting the bed and pants is a story.
When Xiao Bai wets his pants or the bed, Mom just says, "Oh! There was an 'accident.'" Dad is even more relaxed and knowledgeable: "Don't worry, dear. Everyone has gone through such things. Me, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma—we've all had them." The next day at school, Contant also wet the bed during nap time. Xiao Bai comforts him: "Don't worry, Natalee teacher used to wet the bed too." Natalee says, "Yes, I used to wet the bed when I was little too. Contant, change your clothes first, and then we can play together." Thus, in Xiao Bai's stories, we see the wisdom and composure of the "Big Whites," and we see how they deeply understand the innocence, naivety, and awkwardness of childhood, appreciating its precious simplicity, mischief, and poetry. Of course, they know that every day of childhood is heading toward a certain direction—growing up. Some truths are like road signs, with arrows pointing the way. But they are very skilled in their approach, using the right words and tone, which surprises and moves us—it becomes almost an art! We can't help but regret that when our little Whites were young, we didn't have the chance to read such stories and books, so we lacked fresh inspiration when participating in their stories. When pointing the direction of life's road signs, we were not humorous enough. Otherwise, the feeling of growing up and the nostalgia would have been even more joyful, and the brilliance we see in our personalities would have been even greater!
We think such books are perfect for children to explore and read, but in fact, they are also particularly worth adults reading and reflecting on. Adults with children can share Xiao Bai with their little ones—the book can be in the child's hands or the adult's. It can be read aloud or told softly. The child finds their own joy and reflections in Xiao Bai's stories, while adults find their own likes and touches. Unexpected inspiration naturally becomes tomorrow's wisdom and composure. In Xiao Bai's future stories, in every story that comes after, the same applies—you participate, and the ease and fun will never be the same. Many years later, the memories of Xiao Bai and your recollections will also be as bright as the sun, with hearts full of joy.
Slowly, I begin to understand that for a person, many small things and many big things—eventually, what we truly want is the brilliance that remains. Having it is already very good.
These books were translated by my daughter. I read her translations and felt both happy and moved. She took these French stories and told them to us in Chinese, to many little Chinese children, and to many adults with little children. Her French is excellent. She will soon go to France to study new courses and pursue a higher degree. I am amazed at how quickly my child has grown. I have always felt guilty and blamed myself for not being a wise and composed father, so concerned about her childhood yet so lacking in inspiration, in ways, and in so much patience. As a result, her childhood lacked so much joy. I always want to say to my little rabbit, "Forgive me!" I believe that because of my recommendation, many children will finally get the joy they seek. Then they will leave behind more brilliance. That would be wonderful!