The background information of the story in the boy's book Picking Tulips.

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Jiada couldn't understand why his father disappeared, and why he sent his mother a bunch of tulips instead of his father on her parents' wedding anniversary, but her mother cried.

Every Sunday, Jiada will stay at home and wait for her father to come back. He believes that his father will come back to him one Sunday and take him to see the sea.

When her mother asked for help to save her father but was bullied, Jiada got a "White King" carved with ivory. Since then, he often holds it in his palm and puts it in his pocket, believing that it will bless himself: one is not to be defeated, and the other is to defeat himself.

Although Jia Da is still a child, in the cruel reality, he must learn the survival rules of the adult world, not only can he not be overwhelmed by unexpected blows, but also overcome his inner fears.

Like tulips, "White King" is an emotional projection of teenagers' inner world. The former expresses love, while the latter remembers hate. .

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Author: (Hungarian) George de la cullmann Translator: Liu

Delacour Mann 1973 was born in Romania, and 15 years old immigrated to Hungary with his parents. He is a writer, film critic, scholar, translator and web designer, and now lives in Budapest, Hungary with his wife and two children.

In 2002, he published his first novel, Destruction, and won the Broudy Prize for Literature. The Tulip Picking Boy published in 2005 won him the reputation in the world literary world, and successively won the highest Hungarian literary prize-12 Sando Mali Memorial Award, Deli, Tibar Award, Marai Sandor Award and Yurov Award. Ardila Prize, IMPAC Dublin Literature Award, French Best Foreign Language Book Award, etc. At present, the book has been translated into more than 30 languages, selling well all over the world and touching countless readers. .

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tulip

Last night, I deliberately pressed the alarm clock under my pillow, so that only I could hear it when it rang and would not wake my mother. As a result, I was so excited by the surprise I designed all night that I woke up before the alarm clock went off.

I took out the domestic nickel-plated flashlight on the table, took out the alarm clock from under the pillow and took a photo with the flashlight: four high and forty-five minutes. I pressed the button to cancel the alarm clock, then picked up the clothes I put on the back of the chair last night and put them on quickly. I watched my every move for fear of making any noise. However, just as I was putting on my pants, I accidentally kicked the chair. Fortunately, it didn't fall over, just hit the table next to it and rang gently. I was careful when I opened the door, but I knew in my heart that there would be no creaking sound, because I had oiled all the hinges of the door yesterday. I crept to the front of the cupboard, slowly opened the middle drawer, took out the big tailor scissors my mother gave me for haircut, unlocked the door and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible.