love education

Chapter 32 April (2)
They were urged to get into order, and then they began to pray.Since all the children sitting in the back row had to turn their backs to say their prayers when they prayed, they simply turned their little heads so that they could keep their other eyes on their bowls to prevent others from praying. Steal and eat your own things.So they began to pray, with their hands clasped and their eyes on the ceiling, while their minds remained on their food, and after that, they began to eat.Ah, what a lovely scene, some children will eat with two spoons at the same time, some simply eat with their hands, some children eat beans one by one, and don't forget to put the beans in their pockets, some stuffed beans tightly in their little aprons and smashed those beans to make batter, and some kids didn't eat at all because they were too busy watching the flies go around Flying around, some children kept coughing and spraying rice around themselves like a spray.It looks like a small yard for raising poultry, but it is so charming. The two rows of children sitting here make people like it.Their hair was tied with red, green, or blue ribbons and tied on the top of their heads. A teacher asked a row of students, and there were eight students sitting there:
"Where does the rice grow?" All eight children opened their mouths wide, and there was still broth in their mouths that they hadn't had time to swallow. They answered in unison, as if at a song and dance party:
"It grows out of the water." The teacher encouraged:
"Students please raise your hands and answer." It's a wonderful thing to see so many little arms raised up, just a few months ago, when they were all babies, those little arms stood up in unison , like a white or pink butterfly flying.

In a little while they all ran off to play again, and before that they took down from the wall the little baskets that hung there, in which were their lunches.They came into the garden together, and then they scattered.They turned out all the food, bread, boiled plum meat, a small piece of cheese, hard-boiled eggs, a few small apples, a handful of boiled vetch, or a piece of chicken wing, and after a while, Food crumbs were strewn all over the garden, as if someone had just fed the birds.Their eating patterns are also very strange, some are like rabbits, some are like mice, and some are like kittens. Some people bite lightly, some lick, and some suck with their mouths.A boy clutched a little piece of rye bread to his breast, and kept rubbing it with a piece of hawthorn, as if he were sharpening a sword.

There are also little guys holding small pieces of cheese in their hands. After the cheese is squeezed, the juice flows down between the fingers of their little hands like milk, and flows into their cuffs. They didn't notice it at all.With their mouths full of apples and crumbs of egg rolls in their teeth, they run wild like puppies, chasing another kid around the world.I once saw three children dig a small hole in a hard-boiled egg with a straw stick, as if they wanted to dig out some treasure, and then they spit half of the egg on the ground, and then Patiently pick up the debris little by little, as if picking up pearls.If a child has any treasures, he will be surrounded by eight or nine little friends, all of whom lower their heads and look hard into the basket, as if looking at the moon from a well.There were about twenty children gathered around a little boy who was holding a paper trumpet in his hand, while each tried to win the privilege of putting their bread in the candy. Dip it in.He had already dipped a few of the children, and after the others begged for a long time, he allowed them to dip their fingers in the sweet candy and then lick his fingers.

At this time, my mother had already come to the garden. She touched one child and then another. Many children surrounded her, and some even lay on her back.They all hoped that their mother could kiss them, their small faces were raised upwards vigorously, as if they were looking at a three-story building, and their small mouths opened and closed, as if wanting milk.A child gave my mother a quarter of an orange that had been bitten into, and a child gave her a crumb of bread, and a girl gave her a leaf, and a child, He asked her to look at the tip of her index finger very seriously.My mother looked and looked carefully before she noticed a not so obvious swelling on the tip of the finger, where the child had accidentally touched a candle flame the day before.They also showed my mother all kinds of small insects, as if they were some kind of magical thing.I never paid attention to these barely visible things, let alone the half-remaining wooden corks, shirt buttons, and small flowers ripped from vases.And a little boy with a bandage on his head, trying to make his mother hear him, stammered a story to her about how he fell off his back, but we couldn't get a word out of what he said Can't understand.Another insisted that the mother bend down so that she could whisper to her ear:
"My father can pierce brushes."

At the same time, various situations happened one after another, either there was a problem here, or there was something wrong there, and the teachers had to urge and supervise everywhere.Some of the children cried because they had tied their handkerchiefs in a knot and could not untie them.Some children may fight each other for half an apple, and keep making childish screams.There was another child who fell headfirst from a high place onto a small long bench. He has now been turned over, but he can't stand up by himself, his face is covered with bruises, and he is crying non-stop.Just before my mother took me out of here, she held three or four small children to her chest, and soon all the children were running from all directions to be held by my mother.Egg yolk or orange juice still stuck to their faces, one child took her hand, another pulled her fingers, one looked at the ring on her hand, another pulled her watch chain, and tried to pull her hair. "You have to be careful," the teacher told my mother, "they will tear your clothes to shreds." But my mother didn't care about her clothes at all and continued to kiss the children.They are also getting closer and closer to my mother, and the children closest to her are holding their arms, as if they can't wait to climb on my mother, and the children far away from her are also desperately trying their best. Squeezing in as hard as possible, screaming in a shrill voice:

Goodbye! "Finally, my mother escaped from the garden. The children were still chasing after them. They squeezed their little faces between the handrails and watched my mother pass there, and stretched out their little hands. Greet her, and give her some crumbs, or bits of mac or cheese crust, and call out to her in unison:

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, come back tomorrow, definitely come again!"

After my mother escaped, she once again reached out to the hundreds of little hands protruding from the fence, as if she were touching a garland of bright roses.Eventually, she made it to the street safely, covered in food crumbs and speckled with filth, her clothes crumpled and her hair disheveled.She was still holding flowers in one hand, her eyes were full of tears, she was as happy as if she had just returned from some festival feast, and she kept hearing a sound in her heart, like the chirping of various birds. Singing, the voice cried:

"Goodbye, goodbye, come again, auntie!"

Physical education

Tuesday the 5st

As the weather continued to clear up, the school allowed us to change from indoor sports to outdoor sports, and we could use the sports equipment on campus.Nellie's mother, blond and dressed in black, came to the principal's office yesterday, not wanting her son to attend the new physical education class.Galen was there when she went to the office, and she seemed to struggle with every word, keeping a hand on her son's head as she spoke. "He can't go to gym," the lady said to the principal, but Nellie was devastated that he couldn't use the gym equipment, which added to his shame. "I assure you, mother," he said to his mother, "I can do as well as any other boy."

His mother just looked at him silently, without saying a word, her eyes were full of love and pity. After a while, his mother said hesitantly:
"I'm afraid his schoolmates..." she meant to say, "I'm afraid they'll embarrass Nellie." But Nellie replied:
"They won't do anything to me. Even if they will, isn't there Galen? It's enough to have him here. He won't let my classmates bully me."

Nellie's mother finally agreed to let him take gym class.The physical education teacher with a scar on his neck, who had served under Garibaldi, arranged for us to climb the ladder.Those ladders were very high, and we had to climb to the top of the ladder and stand straight on the top rail.Like two monkeys, Dross and Cleti climbed up immediately, and even Prikos, who was small in stature, climbed up quickly, although he was always embarrassed by his knee-length jacket. embarrassment.In order for him to have a good time while climbing up, all the boys repeated what he always said, "Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Stadi was panting heavily, his whole face turned as red as a turkey, he clenched his teeth, he looked like a mad dog, if he got angry, he would definitely be able to climb to the top of the ladder, And in fact, he did.Nobis did the same, putting on the face of a conqueror as he climbed to the top.However, Wattini tried twice and failed to go up, although he was wearing that beautiful new suit with a sky blue ribbon hanging on it, this suit was specially made for physical education class .In order to be able to climb more conveniently, all the boys smeared a layer of resin on their hands. They all called this thing rosin, but in fact, it was provided by Garofi and sold to them. Theirs was rosin that was ground into powder, and for a copper coin he could get a paper bag of powder, which was a good deal for him.

After that it was Galen's turn, still chewing on the bread as he climbed up, like it was a normal thing, and I believe let him carry one of us on his shoulders , it was not difficult for him to climb to the top, because he really looked like a muscular, strong and powerful bull.When Galen climbed up it was Nellie's turn, and the boys all burst out laughing and singing as they saw Nellie grab the rail with his long thin arms.However, Galen folded his two thick arms to his chest and glanced around, his thoughts were so obvious that he was not afraid to give any joke even if the head teacher was present. A good meal is a good beating for a profitable person.Everyone didn't dare to laugh anymore.Nellie began to climb up, poor little guy, his face turned blue, his breathing was uneven, and the sweat on his forehead began to flow profusely. The head teacher shouted to him:

"Come down!" But he wouldn't, he struggled so hard, I could even imagine Nellie falling head-on from above, and he'd fall to his death, poor Nellie.I was thinking how my mother's heart would ache if I were like him, poor mother.Just when I was thinking about it, my heart became sad, and I don't know why, at least, if I could, I really wanted to give him a sneaky push so that he could climb up the crossbar smoothly , at the same time, Galen, Dross and Clayty were helping him together, and they shouted:

"Climb hard, Nellie, hard!"

"Come on, it's only a little bit away, work harder and be brave!"

Nellie fought hard and let out a groan before he found himself on top of two bars.

"Beautiful!" The others cheered, "Come on, there is only one step left!" I saw Nelly holding on to the crossbar tightly, and everyone applauded for him.

"That's great!" cried the class teacher, "That's enough, come down now!"

But Nellie, hoping to get to the top like the others, struggled a bit more and put his elbows on the bar, then his knees, then his feet, Finally he did stand up, standing so straight, panting, looking at us all with a smile on his face.We gave Nellie another round of applause as he turned his gaze to the street and I followed him in the direction of the street and through the lush vegetation and iron fence in the garden I saw Nellie Mother, she was walking on the sidewalk, not daring to look this way.Nellie came down the ladder and we all thought he was amazing.Nellie was so excited, his little face was as rosy as a rose, his eyes were blinking brightly, and he was completely different from the past.When school was over, his mother came to pick him up from school. When she hugged her son, she asked anxiously:

"Oh my poor boy, how is everything going?"

All the students answered in unison:

"He did a great job, he got to the top of the ladder like us, you know, he's strong, he's deft, he's as good as anyone else."

Nellie's mother was absolutely delighted, she tried to thank us but couldn't say it, shook hands with three or four of us, touched Galen, and walked off with her son , we stayed behind and watched them.They walked quickly, talking and gesticulating with their hands. Both of them were so happy that they didn't even notice that someone was watching them.

my father's teacher
Tuesday the 11st

I had a great time with my father yesterday, and here's what happened:
My father was reading a paper at supper the day before yesterday when he gave a cry of surprise and said:
"I thought he was dead 20 years ago, you know? Vincenzo Crosetti, my class teacher in the second grade of elementary school, is now 84 years old. The newspaper said that the Minister awarded him a reward of 60 years. 60 years, do you understand the significance of this? He has only been out of teaching for two years, oh, poor Crosetti, he lives in Candover now, and it only takes a train ride an hour's drive away, and live with our old gardener's wife in a village called Gilley."

Then he added, "Enrico, we must go and see him."

My father kept talking about his teacher that night, and he didn’t say anything else. Hearing the name of his elementary school teacher, he remembered many things, those anecdotes that happened when he was a child, and those who accompanied him to spend his life together. His childhood friends, and his dead mother.

(End of this chapter)