love education

Chapter 10 November (4)
It would be impossible for others not to be jealous of him and feel inferior to him everywhere.Alas, I'm just as jealous of him as Wattini.Whenever I try my best to complete my homework at home, thinking that he may have completed all the homework at that moment, and he did it so well without feeling tired at all, my heart is full of bitterness, and even a little scorn.However, when I went back to school, I saw that he was still so beautiful, smiling, with the air of a winner; when I heard him answer the teacher's questions so frankly and confidently; When everyone loves him, all the bitterness and contempt in me is gone, and I start to feel ashamed of what I once thought.I hope that I can always be with him and complete all kinds of homework in school, because when he is by my side, his voice fills my whole body with courage and joy, and makes me more motivated to work hard.

The teacher gave Dross the manuscript of the monthly story "Little Sentinel of Lombardy" to be told tomorrow, and asked him to copy it again.In the morning, when I saw him copying, I seemed to be deeply moved by the heroic deeds in the story.His face was flushed, his eyes were moist, and his lips trembled slightly.I just stared at him like that, how handsome and noble he was!How much I want to stand in front of him and tell him frankly: "Dross, you are better than me in everything. Compared with me, you are like a grown-up! I respect you and adore you!"

The Little Lombard Sentinel (Story of the Month)
Saturday 26th

In [-], the war for the liberation of Lombardy began. The French and Italians repelled the Austrians and won the battles of Solfarino and San Martin.On a beautiful morning in June of this year, a small detachment of cavalry from Saluzzo was slowly marching in the direction of the enemy on an abandoned path. At the same time, they were also attacking the entire village. Carrying out detailed investigation.

This army was commanded by an officer and a sergeant, and all eyes were fixed on the direction of the army. They looked serious and had firm eyes, ready to face the enemy's surprise attack at any time.The forward pole glowed white among the trees in front of them, and they stopped in front of a country cottage as they had been ordered.The hut is surrounded by many ash trees, and in front of the hut stands a lonely boy, about 12 years old, who is using a knife to scrape off the bark of a small twig so that he can make a piece of it stick.

From one of the windows of the hut a huge tricolor flag was projected, and there was no one in the house, for the peasants fled after flying it in fear of the Austrians.As soon as the little boy saw the troop of cavalry, he threw the stick aside and raised his hat again--he was a handsome boy with a broad face and big blue eyes, With long blond hair, he wore a long-sleeved shirt that bared his chest.

"What are you doing here?" asked the officer, reining in the horse, "why don't you run away with your family?"

"I have no family," the boy replied. "I am an orphan. I will work for anyone who gives me money. I stay here to watch the war."

"Have you ever seen an Austrian pass by?"

"No, I haven't seen you in the past three days."

The officer turned his head, turned over and jumped off the horse, and ordered the soldiers to stop and stare ahead.The officer entered the house and climbed onto the roof, which was so low that the only view from the roof was a view of the surrounding countryside. "Looks like I'll have to go up the tree," said the officer.He climbed down from the roof and came to a tall slender ash tree in front of the small garden. The crown of the ash tree swayed slightly against the blue sky.The officer thought quietly for a while, looked at the ash tree, looked at his soldiers, and suddenly said to the boy:

"How's your eyesight, little monkey?"

"Me?" replied the boy, "I can see a sparrow a mile away."

"Can you climb to the top of this tree?"

"Climbing to the top of the tree? I'll probably only need half a minute."

"Can you tell me what you can see from the top of this tree? See if there is an Austrian procession in that direction, such as clouds of dust, shining guns, or horses?"

"of course."

"Then what do you want in return?"

"Payback?" the boy asked, smiling slightly.

"Don't want anything, this is a very good thing, but if the enemy asks me to do this, I will not do it to them anyway, I will only do things for my own people, because I am also a Lombards."

"Good boy, let's go up."

"Wait a minute, I have to take off my shoes." He took off his shoes, tightened his trousers again, threw his hat on the grass, grabbed hold of the trunk of the ash tree, and climbed up.

"Be careful," said the officer, making a gesture to hold him down, as if afraid he might fall.The boy turned around and looked at the officer with his big beautiful eyes.

"It's all right," said the officer, "go up." And the boy climbed up like a kitten.

"Continue to observe the front!" The officer ordered the soldiers.After a while, the boy jumped to the top of the tree. His body was clinging to the tree trunk, and his legs were buried in the leaves so that no one could see his body. The golden sunlight shone directly on his hair, just like It seemed that the hair was all made of gold.The officer could barely see him, the boy looked so small crouching on top of a tree.

"Look ahead and see farther away," the officer shouted.

In order to be able to see more clearly, the boy moved his right hand off the tree trunk and covered his eyes.

"What did you see?" asked the officer.The boy turned his head to the officer, made a trumpet shape with his hands, and replied, "On the white road, there are two men on horseback."

"How far is it from here?"

"About half a mile."

"Are they on the march?"

"They stopped."

"What else can you see?" the officer asked after a moment of silence. "Look to the right."

The boy looked to the right and said:
"In the bushes next to the cemetery, there was something flashing that looked like a bayonet."

"Can you see people?"

"I can't see them. They must be hiding in the grain pile." It was too late to say, and then a bullet shot through the air in an instant, and then quickly disappeared behind the house.

"Come down, my boy," the officer called to him. "They've spotted you. You're dangerous up there. Come down."

"I'm not afraid!" replied the boy.

"Come down!" the officer shouted again. "So what can you see on the left?"

"Is it on the left?"

"Yes, to the left!" The boy turned his head to the left again, and at that moment, another sharp and low-pitched gunshot sounded like a whistle, as if tearing the air.

This time the boy was terrified, "They're aiming at me!" The bullet flew by not far from him just now.

"Come down quickly!!!" the officer shouted, his tone full of domineering and exasperated.

"I'll be down in a minute," replied the boy, "but the trees are covering me, don't worry, you want to know what's on the left, don't you?"

"Yes, it's on the left side." The officer replied, "But let's come down."

"The condition on the left," the boy cried, stretching his body in that direction,

"There is a small chapel farther away, I think I can see..." A third sharp gunshot pierced the air, and almost at the same time, the boy was seen falling from the tree, on the trunk I stumbled a few times on a tree branch, head on the ground, and fell with my limbs stretched.

"It's over!" cursed the officer, running towards the boy.The boy's back fell to the ground first, and the whole body lay there, with his limbs spread out, his back facing the sky, and a stream of blood flowed from his left chest.The sergeant and two soldiers jumped from their horses, and the officer stooped over and opened his shirt, and the bullet hit his left lung.

"He's dead," the officer announced.

"No, he's alive!" replied the sergeant.

"Oh, poor boy, you must be brave!" cried the officer.

"Be brave, be brave!" he said, and he pressed a handkerchief to the boy's wound, and the boy rolled his eyes and threw his neck back, dead.The officer looked pale and stood there staring at the boy for a while, then wrapped the boy in his cloak, put him on the grass, stood up, and looked at him intently.The sergeant and the two soldiers also stood motionless, staring into the boy's face, while the rest of the soldiers were still looking in the direction of the enemy.

"Poor boy," the officer kept muttering, "my poor little hero!" and going into the house, he untied the tricolor from the window and used it as a funeral coffin. The veil was spread over the little boy's body, leaving only his little face exposed.The sergeant gathered up the boy's shoes and hat, his little stick and knife, and placed them by his side.They stood for a while in silence before him.

The officer turned to the sergeant and said, "Bring the stretcher here! This child died as a soldier, and he should be buried with a soldier's funeral." After speaking, he put his hands on the child's body as a kiss to him. , and then shouted: "All on horseback!"

With an order, the troops moved on.A few hours later, the little boy was honored as a warrior.At sunset, another Italian corps was still advancing in the direction of the enemy, following the same path as the cavalry corps had passed in the morning.It was a force full of sharpshooters, marching in two ranks, which, just a few days before, had fought so valiantly that the blood almost covered the whole of Mont Saint-Martin.

Before the troops left the barracks, the news of the little hero's death spread among the soldiers. The path was cut off in the middle by a thin stream, which gurgled not far from the house.When the first general of this army found the body of the little hero lying flat under the ash tree, it was still covered with the tricolor flag.They raised their sabers and saluted the corpse.One of the soldiers bent down on the bank of the creek, picked a few small flowers, and scattered them on the corpse, and the bank near the place where the corpse lay was covered with flowers.After that, when all the snipers passed by here, they would pick off flowers and sprinkle them on the corpse. In just a few minutes, the boy was covered with flowers. All the officers and soldiers passing by here should pay tribute to the dead little boy. :
"Well done, little Lombardy!"

"Farewell, dear young man!"

"I salute you, faithful soul!"

"God bless you!"

"The glory belongs to you!"

"farewell!!!"

An officer kept his medal for valor.Another one walked up to the boy and kissed his brow, and the flowers continued to pour down like rain, falling on the boy's bare feet, on his blood-stained chest, and falling On his blond head.And he, as if asleep, was lying on the grass, wrapped around his body by the flag, with a faint, pale smile on his face all the time.Poor boy!It was as if he had heard the respect he was being paid, and was relieved that he had given his life for Lombardy.

poor people

Tuesday the 29st

Dedicating your life to your country, like that Lombard boy, is a great virtue, but you must not neglect to show virtue in the little things of life.

My child, you were walking in front of me this morning when you passed a woman who was holding a bony, pale child between her knees, asking for something from you, but you just I looked at her and didn't give anything, although there were a few copper coins in your pocket at that time.Listen, my child, when you meet someone in misery, and they stretch out their hands and beg you for help, you must never turn a blind eye to them.And when you're dealing with a mother who just wants a copper coin for her child, you can't be so indifferent.You just have to think about the child's hunger, and put yourself in the mother's heart at that time.Imagine a day when your mother had to say to you:

"Enrico, I can't even give you a piece of bread today!" At that time your mother may be crying to you in despair.When I give a beggar a copper coin, he says to me:

"God bless you with health, and with all you love!" You cannot comprehend how much sweetness these words can bring to my heart, and how grateful I am to the beggar at this moment!I'm almost sure that such a beautiful blessing will keep me refreshed for a long time, and I'll go home contented, with the thought, "Oh, what the poor man gave me back, far from it." Far more than the little charity I gave him." It made me feel from time to time, the blessings they gave me echoed in my ears.

Let me also see that you are blessed by others for an accidental act of kindness, please put your little hand in your pocket from time to time, take out a small copper coin, let it go where it should go, put It goes into the hands of a blind man who cannot live, a mother who has no bread to eat, or a poor child who has no mother.

Poor people prefer to receive handouts from children, because in this way, they will not feel humiliated by others; also because, little boys remind them of themselves, and they also need everything-material and love.You know, there are often a lot of poor people around the school, and for an adult, giving alms is an act of charity; Represents a kind of caress, can you understand?It's as if a copper coin and a flower fall from your hand at the same time.

Think about it, you don't lack anything, and they don't have anything.That said, when you're craving pleasure, they're thankful they don't starve.Think again, when those magnificent palaces and wide streets are full of strange and gorgeous carriages, and children walk around in elegant velvet, there are so many women and children who can't even eat a full meal , What a terrible thing that must be.They have nothing to eat? !God, those good kids like you, they're smart and cute like you, but, right here in this big, booming city, they've got nothing to eat, they're like hungry beasts stuck in the Ordinary in the desert.

Promise me, Enrico, if you ever meet a begging mother again, please put a copper coin in her hand and leave.

your father
(End of this chapter)