love education

Chapter 14 December (4)
"I don't want to bother with him anymore!" replied his father.The father's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into poor Giglio's heart.ah!My father, doesn't he care about me anymore?Does that father who used to tremble when he coughed slightly, no longer care about him?He no longer loves him, there is no doubt about it, for his father, Giglio is dead in his heart.

"Oh, don't be like this, my dear father!" The boy cried out to himself in pain, his heart was already suppressed by pain, "Indeed, it's all over now, and I can't do it without your love." Survive, I have to take it all back, I will tell you everything, I will not lie to you again, I will study as hard as I used to, if you can love me again, my poor Ah, my old father! Ah, this time I am absolutely sure of my decision."

However, he still got up that night, and the force of habit seemed to override everything. After he got up, he wanted to see the place where he had worked for the last time, bid farewell and pay tribute to it.The night was so quiet. In that small room, he had worked secretly for so long, but his heart was always full of satisfaction and tenderness. He looked at the small table with the kerosene lamp again, and Those piles of white wrapping paper, he would never have the opportunity to write the names of those towns and people on those wrapping papers, but how he used to do it all!

Suddenly, seized by an inexplicable sadness, he seized his pen impulsively, wanting to resume his habitual drudgery.But the moment he stretched out his arm, he knocked over a book and it fell to the ground.He was startled, and then thought, what would happen if his father woke up at this time?Of course, he won't find out that his son is doing something bad, and he has decided to tell his father the truth.

There were footsteps in the darkness, and at that moment, in that silence, maybe his mother would be awakened from her sleep, and he also thought for the first time that if things really developed like this, then his father would find out that this When doing everything, he must feel ashamed that he has never been there because of his presence, and all this makes Giliou very worried.He put his hands behind his ears, held his breath, and listened carefully, but he heard nothing. He put his ears on the door lock behind him again, but there was still no sound.

The whole family had fallen asleep, and the father, who had not heard his voice, regained his composure and sat down to work again.One after another, the wrapping papers were piled up like this. He heard the usual footsteps of the police patrolling on the deserted street downstairs, as well as the rumble of carriages, which gradually disappeared after a while.After a while, there was a series of slow rattles of trucks passing by, followed by a deep silence, occasionally broken by the distant barking of dogs, but he just wrote and wrote.

During this time, his father has been standing behind him, just when he knocked over the book, his father got up and got out of bed, and stood there for a long time, the sound of the truck downstairs The sound drowned out the sound of my father's footsteps and the creak of the door frame as he entered.He stood there, his silver-haired head resting on Giglio's little black head, and he saw Giglio grabbing the pen and writing vigorously.And at that moment, he understood everything, and gradually recalled everything.At this moment, a wave of hopeless remorse welled up in the father's heart, but at the same time, a great feeling of pity took possession of his heart, making him stand firmly behind his child, saying nothing. not come out.

Suddenly Giglio screamed, and two hands suddenly clasped his head from behind him, "Oh Father, Father, forgive me, forgive me!" he cried.

He heard his father sobbing softly, "Can you forgive me?" His father replied, weeping softly, kissing his forehead, "I see it all, I know it, it's me , I should be begging for your forgiveness, my lovely child, come quickly, come with me quickly!"

The father dragged his son, or rather carried his son, and brought him to the mother's bedside.His mother had woken up by this time and held him tightly in her arms.His father said to his mother:

"Come and kiss our little angel. He hasn't slept well for months. He has been doing hard work for me, but I make him so sad. He is earning our daily bread!" The mother hugged her lovely son tightly to her breast and refused to let go. She could not utter a word, and finally she said:
"Go to bed quickly, my baby, go to sleep well, have a good rest, quickly, take him to bed!" The father took Giglio from his mother's arms and sent him to his own. room, put him on the bed, still upset, kept touching him, and helped him arrange the pillows and quilt, "Thank you, father," the child kept saying, "Thank you, You too, go to bed quickly, I am very comfortable now, go to bed and sleep, father."

However, his father insisted on watching him sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, held his hands and said, "Sleep, sleep, my dear son!" Fell asleep, soundly asleep for hours.For the first time in months he was enjoying such a sound sleep, and his mood was also improved by the beautiful dreams.

When he opened his eyes, the bright sun had been shining for a long time. He felt it faintly at first, and then saw it——the white hair of his father was sticking to his chest, resting on his chest. On the edge of the cot.This is how the father passed the night, and he is still asleep, his eyebrows pressed against his son's chest.

perseverance
Wednesday 28nd

Stadi at our school had the same fortitude to do what the Florentine boy had done.This morning, two things happened at school, and Garofi was going crazy with joy, because his stamp album was back in his hands, and there were three more stamps of the Republic of Guatemala, and for these three stamps he Been searching for three months.

And there is Stadi, he won the second prize medal, his grades in the class are second only to Dross, all the students are amazed, who would have thought that such a day would come.Because in October, when his father just sent him to our school, he was wrapped in a green, fat coat. His father said to the head teacher in front of the whole class:
"You have to worry about my son, he doesn't understand anything, he's a bit stupid!" Since then, everyone thought that Stadi was a stupid person who couldn't catch up with his studies, but Stadi But he said: "Where there is a will, there is a way." He did what he said, and he has been studying very tenaciously. After finishing his studies during the day, he continued to study at night, at home and at school.When he walked, he clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, patient as a bull and stubborn as a mule.

Even though he was despised by everyone, he was not intimidated by contemptuous ridicule, nor disturbed by others' bullying. This big "fool" eventually surpassed most of the classmates in the class.He didn't even understand the most basic concepts of arithmetic, and his composition was so ridiculous that he never even managed to form a complete sentence in his head.But now, he can solve many arithmetic problems, write compositions well, and recite texts like singing.

As long as you look at his appearance, you will know how strong his willpower is. He is so strong, he often squats there, with a big square head on his short neck, and his hands are short. Fat and hoarse.He can learn even if all he has around him is a torn newspaper, or a theater leaflet.And if he has ten copper coins in his hand, he will buy a book. He has collected a lot of books now, and his home is like a small library.When he is in a good mood, he will promise me that he will take me to his house and show me his collection of books.He never talked to or played with others. He always sat on a bench and listened carefully to what the teacher said, with his fists on his temples like stones.He must have suffered a lot, poor Staddy!
Although the head teacher was not in a good mood this morning and seemed very impatient, he still said to him when awarding the medal to Stadi:

"Well done, Staddy, persistence is victory!"

The rare thing is that Stadi didn't show any pride, he didn't even smile, he just returned to his seat with the medal, and put his two fists on the table again. On the temples, it looks more focused than before.

But the best scene happened after school, when his father was waiting for him outside the school gate. He was a phlebotomist, tall and curled up like Staddy, and he had a very Big face, and a big voice.He never expected that his son would get this medal, and he couldn't believe that all of this was true, so it was necessary for the head teacher to assure him of the authenticity of this medal.After confirmation, he laughed happily, patted the back of his son's neck, and said to him excitedly:

"Good job, okay, my cute little pumpkin head, you will definitely succeed!" He stared at his son, smiling all over his face, looking so surprised, all the classmates around him were laughing So, except for Staddy, because he was using his big head to think about the lessons to learn tomorrow.

gratitude
Saturday 31th

Your buddy Stadi never complained about his teacher, I'm sure of that, "Today the head teacher has a really bad temper and is not patient at all." You often complain like this.But, look back and think about how impatient you are sometimes, and then think about who you don't want to be patient with?If it is your own parents, then your impatience is a sin.

It is normal for your class teacher to be impatient occasionally. Just imagine that he has been working hard for the students for so many years. Among these children, there are many caring and noble children. However, he will also know that there are many children Not grateful for it.They squandered his kindness and kindness, and turned a blind eye to his labors.As for you children, the pain you give him is far more than the satisfaction you bring him.Come to think of it, even the holiest man in the world in his position would let anger lead him by the nose from time to time.You should know how many times teachers have been sick to make up lessons for students because his illness is not enough to let him go home to recuperate.What hurts the teacher the most is that you students didn't notice this, and even misunderstood some of the teacher's fidgety actions.

Please respect and love the teacher, my son!I let you love your teacher because I also love and respect your father. He dedicated his life to you students every day so that you can have a better life in the future.And quite a few of you students will forget him.

Please love him, because he opens the door of your wisdom, enlightens your soul, and educates your mind.When one day you become an adult and neither I nor your teacher is alive, his image will frequently appear in your mind together with mine.At that time, you will notice that there will be depression and fatigue in his expression that you have ignored.

Even after 30 years, you can still remember them clearly, and these memories will make you very sad, and even make you feel ashamed, because you never loved your teacher, or because Saddened by his inappropriate behavior.

Love your class teacher, because he is part of a huge family of [-] primary school teachers like him all over Italy.They are the spiritual enlightenment teachers of thousands of students who grew up with you; they are a group of laborers who have not received enough recognition from society, they are a group of people who have been forgotten and not well compensated; Our motherland cultivates people who are better and more capable builders than modern people.

If you can't be full of affection for those who are also thinking about your future, then your love for me will also be insufficient, and among those people, your class teacher is the most worthy of your respect and love besides your parents people.You should love your class teacher as much as you love my brother, whether he touches you gently or scolds you; whether he treats you impartially or favorably.

When he is kind, you should love him; when he is sad, you should love him; you should always love him, and always call him "teacher" with admiration.He is the noblest man besides your father, and his address is the sweetest address you can give to another man.

your father
(End of this chapter)