love education

Chapter 18 January (4)
You have read the story of the boy who played the drum and were deeply moved by it. Then, this morning's essay topic "Why I Love Italy" is not difficult for you to do.At this moment, don't hundreds of answers come to your mind at the same time?I love Italy because my parents are Italian, because Italian blood flows in my veins, because in this land, the people my mother mourned and my father admired are buried, they are also Italian .I love Italy because of the town where I was born and raised, because of the language I speak, because of the books that make me wise, because of the brothers, sisters, companions, and immortals who live by my side, and The wonderful nature that has nourished me, the people I have seen, whom I have loved, whom I have learned from, and whom I have admired, are all Italians.

You will never fully understand my love and affection for Italy. You will feel this way when you grow up to be a real man one day; Returning to your homeland, you will have such a feeling when you step on the cruise ship returning home in the early morning, when you look at the majestic and blue-colored mountains of the motherland on the distant sea level; when you cannot restrain the inner impulse And the infinite tenderness for the motherland, you will feel this way when you have tears in your eyes and call for the motherland from your heart; when you are in a prosperous and far away metropolis, among the strange crowd, you hear If you hear a native dialect, that kind of emotion will surge out from the depths of your heart; if you hear a foreigner say anything that insults your motherland, your self-esteem will definitely be hurt, and you will definitely feel the blood of grief and indignation Straight to your brow; if one day a hostile foreign race wants to start a war in your country, your national pride and patriotism will be more deeply stimulated.

And at that moment when the guns roared and the soldiers were ready to go, the old fathers kissed their children and said, "Be brave!" The mothers waved goodbye to their young sons and shouted: " Defeat the enemy!" If you are lucky enough to see your troops return to their homeland, there will be a holy happiness in your heart, they are so tired, ragged, and their ranks are not as strong as they were when they set out Yes, but there was a scorching, triumphant gleam in their eyes.Although the flags of the army had been torn to pieces by artillery fire, behind them were a group of warriors. Although their heads were bandaged and their arms were amputated, their bodies were shining with a noble and glorious light. They passed through the wildly cheering crowd, and people surrounded our warriors with flowers, blessings, and affectionate blown kisses. Only after this can you understand what national love is, and you can feel the existence of your own motherland more deeply.

Enrico, this kind of love is so great and sacred. I hope that one day you can return from the battlefield of fighting for our motherland. Of course, I hope you can return home safely, because you are also my blood and spirit. continue.However, if one day I know that you were greedy for life and afraid of death, escaped by chance, and saved your life, then the father who once cheered for your return from school will welcome you back from the battlefield with bitter tears, and I will never be able to If I love you any more, I will die of heartache because of the sharp knife piercing my heart.

your father
Jealous
Wednesday 25nd

In our class, there is no dispute that Dross is the best composition writer.But Vatini always thinks that he should get the medal that symbolizes No.1.I also really like Wattini, despite his jealousy at times and his love of dressing up.Now that I'm at the same table with him, I can more easily observe how jealous he is of Dross.

He always tried to compete with Dross in learning. For this reason, he studied hard, but there was no possibility of surpassing Dross, because Dross was more than ten times stronger than him in any aspect, and Vatini always complained about this too.

Carlo Nobis is also jealous of Dross, but he has a lot of self-esteem, purely out of consideration for self-esteem, and he never lets others notice his thoughts.On the contrary, Vatini's narrow-mindedness was always exposed. He always complained about the difficulties he encountered at home, and said that the head teacher could not treat him fairly.Whenever Dross answered every question quickly and well, Vatini's face would be clouded, and he would hang his head low, pretending not to hear Dross' answer, or, pretending Smile, but his smile always looks so clumsy.

Everyone knew how jealous he was of Dross, so when the head teacher praised Dross, all the classmates turned to look at Vatini, and he was there alone spouting his resentment, the little mason He also lost no time making faces at him.

Just today, Vatini encountered an embarrassing incident.The head teacher came to the school and announced the test results to the students. Dross got a perfect score and won the No.1 medal.Wattini sneezed loudly on purpose. The class teacher looked at him and understood Wattini's intentions.

"Watini," he said, "don't let the serpent of envy get into you, for jealousy will eat away at your intellect and will corrupt your heart."

Everyone, except Dross, was staring at him.Vatini wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He sat there blankly like a stone, his whole face turned white.The head teacher continued his lecture, and Wattini began to write a sentence in large characters on a piece of paper:

"I don't envy those who get No. 1 through favoritism and injustice."

He wanted to pass the note on to Dross.At the same time, I noticed that the neighbors of Dross were also secretly planning something. They whispered in the ears of others. One of them carved a large medal on a piece of paper with a knife. , There is also a black snake painted on the medal.Of course, Wattini also saw all this.The head teacher happened to be out for a while, and as soon as the teacher left, the students around Dros immediately jumped up from their seats and left their seats, intending to solemnly present the medal to Vatini.The whole class was waiting to see the show, and Vatini was already trembling with anger.

Then Dross yelled, "Give it to me!"

"It could not be better," they replied, "it should be awarded by you."

Dross took the medal and tore it to shreds, and at that moment the head teacher returned from outside and we resumed class.And I kept watching Vatini secretly, his face was as red as a burning coal.He pulled out the piece of paper very carefully, secretly crumpled it into a small ball, pretending to be careless, then stuffed the ball of paper into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and spat it out again. fell under the long table.

At the end of school, Wattini looked a little distracted. He walked up to Dross and accidentally dropped the blotting paper on the floor.Dross picked it up for him politely, put it in Wattini's schoolbag, and helped him fasten the strap of the bag, but Wattini never dared to raise his eyes to look at Dross.

franty's mother
Saturday 28th

Wattini's temper is really hard to change, almost to the point of no cure.Yesterday morning, in a class about religion, the class teacher asked Dross if he could recite two verses from the Bible: "Wherever I look with my eyes, O Lord, I can see you existence." Dross said he couldn't recite it.Hearing this, Vatini got excited, and suddenly shouted: "I can recite it." He laughed complacently while speaking, as if deliberately trying to provoke Dross.However, Vatini was unable to recite the poem because Franti's mother burst into the classroom at that moment, and he had no chance to recite it.

Out of breath from running, with her gray hair matted and wet from the snow, she pushed her son against her, and Franty hadn't been to class for a week. up.What a sad scene we are all about to see, the poor woman nearly kneeling before the head teacher, clenched her fists, imploring the head teacher:
"Dear teacher, please help me to send my son back to school, he has been at home for three days. I have been hiding this, but may God have mercy on him, if his father finds out what he has done Those things must kill him, oh, please have mercy, I have no other choice now, I sincerely beg you to grant my request!"

The head teacher tried to take her out of the classroom, but she resisted and kept begging him, crying softly, "If you knew how much trouble this child has caused me, you would have pity on me, please help me This is busy. I hope he can turn over a new leaf, I am not a long-lived person, my dear teacher, I am not far from death, but I hope to see him be a good man before I die, because……"

She suddenly burst into tears, "He is my son, I love my son, I may die in despair like this, please let him go back to school, dear sir, so that my family will be safe There will be no misfortune, please pity this unfortunate woman!" She covered her face with her hands and cried in a low voice.Franti stood there indifferently like a dead man, with his head bowed.The head teacher looked at him, thought for a while and said to Franty:

"Frante, go back to your seat!" Then, the woman took her hands away from her face, feeling much better, and began to thank the head teacher over and over again.The head teacher couldn't even get in a word.The woman moved towards the door, and, wiping her eyes, said hastily:
"Listen to your mother, my son, and be good. Thank you, my dear lord, you have done a great deed. Be a good boy, my son. May all your children Have a good time. Thank you, teacher, and forgive a poor mother!"

She cast another pleading glance at her son as she reached the door, and then left, tying the pale washed and wrinkled shawl that was dragging behind her head, her head still a little The formation trembled.We could still hear her incessant coughing as she came down the stairs, and the classroom was silent.The homeroom teacher stared at Franty and said to him in a soft voice that made him tremble all over: "Franty, you are going to kill your own mother!" We all turned to look at Franty, and the evil The boy curled his lips and smiled.

希望
Saturday 29th

How wonderful, Enrico, that you translated what you learned in your religion lessons into an irrepressible love for your mother.

Yes, your class teacher also said about your kind deeds, those gratifying behaviors.God is willing to embrace you, and he will never leave you.When I die, when your father leaves you, we will no longer say those desperate words-"Mother, father, Enrico, we will never meet again!" We will be in another meet in the world.

If we have suffered in this world, we must be compensated in that world; and those who have loved someone in this world must find that person there again.It was a world without sin, without sorrow, and without death.It's just that we all have to prove that we are qualified to enter that world.

Think about it, my dear boy.Every act of kindness you do, every deep feeling you give back to those who love you, every humility you show before your peers, and every noble thought you have brings you one step closer to that world, and all that you have Every misfortune you experience will also help you ascend to that world.

And besides all your sorrows, for every sorrow is an atonement for a sin, and every tear of yours helps to wipe away the blemishes in your character, and every day of your life is better than the day that passed, To be more loving, let it be the creed of your life, and say to yourself each morning:
"Today, I will do something that will please my conscience, that will please my father, that will make my peers, teachers, brothers, and others love me more."

We also ask God to give you the courage and strength to turn your resolutions into real actions.

"Lord, I want to be good, noble, brave, graceful and true, please help me so that every night when my mother kisses me for the last time, I can say , 'You are kissing a child tonight who is nobler and more deserving of your love than last night.'”

Always remember the Enrico that you may become in another world, more than ordinary, more blessed.You have to pray, you never know those sweet feelings you are going to feel, what a mother's heart will be when she sees her child fold her hands in sincere prayer.When I see you praying, I have to believe that somewhere God is watching and listening to you.Your prayer will make me more convinced of the sublime transcendence of the world and the infinite love of God.I will love you more, I will work with more enthusiasm, I will bear pain more firmly, I will forgive the mistakes of others more sincerely, and I will think of death more calmly.

O my merciful and great Lord!When I am dead, I shall hear my mother's voice again, and see my lovely children, oh, see my Enrico again, my blessed and immortal Enrico, and I will again Hold him in your arms once, never let go of your hands again, forever and ever!
Oh, pray, let us pray together, let us love each other, let us be kind to each other, let us bury this holy desire in our hearts and into our souls, my dearest child!
your mother
(End of this chapter)