love education

Chapter 36 April (6)
It is a terrible truth, my friend, that you will never see your mother again in this world.I don't plan to visit you, because what you are experiencing now is the most solemn and sacred pain in the world, and everyone can't escape it, and you must face it bravely. I hope you can understand what I am saying now intention.We must overcome grief, the unholy, impure part of grief, because instead of making your soul more complete, it makes it more vulnerable and despised.However, on the other hand, the noble aspect of grief can broaden people's minds and sublimate people's minds. This effect of grief will always accompany you and will never be separated from you.There is no substitute for a good mother, even when you are in great grief, life will give you comfort and strength, and you will always remember your mother.You have to keep her in your heart, love her, mourn her, and be worthy of her.

Oh my friend, hear me out!Death does not exist, it is nothing at all, you will never understand death, life is life, it follows its own law, which is progress.Yesterday you had a mother in this world, but today, you have an omnipresent angel. All good things will surpass the test of life and death in this world and gain more powerful power.Of course, the same is true of your mother's love for you. She loves you now more than ever, and you have to take more responsibility for your personal actions for this, even more than in the past. It's up to you, rely on your own actions, so that you can meet her again in another world.Therefore, out of love and respect for your mother, you must do better and let her feel relieved for you.Whenever you make a move, ask yourself this question: Will my mother let me do this?Her death actually installed a guardian angel for you in this world, and you have to explain to her all your actions and everything you have experienced.You have to be strong and brave, to fight against those desperate and vulgar sorrows, to gain inner peace while enduring suffering, so as to grow into a more noble person, this is your mother's hope for you. "

"Garen," said the teacher again, "you must be strong-willed and peaceful, because this will be what your mother wants, do you understand?"

Galen nodded in agreement, and by this time, tears had already trickled down his cheeks onto his hands, his exercise book, and his desk.

Medal of Civic Bravery (Story of the Month)
At about one o'clock we arrived with the teacher at the front door of the Town Hall to watch the boy who was about to be awarded the Medal of Courage for having rescued one of his schoolmates from the Po River.

A huge tricolor flag flew in front of the town hall, and the palace courtyard was already packed when we entered.At the other end of the courtyard was seen a table covered with a red cloth, on which were several sheets of paper, and behind it a row of gilded chairs for the mayor and the trustees.The city ushers had already arrived there, in little sky-blue waistcoats and white stockings.Standing on the right side of the yard is a small detachment of policemen, who are wearing many medals and have lined up neatly. Beside them is a team of customs officials.On the other side stood the firefighters of the ceremonial and music troops, and countless soldiers standing everywhere. They all came to watch the excitement, including cavalry, snipers, and artillery, and there were gentlemen and countrymen standing around. , some officers, women and their children.

We squeezed into a corner, where many students from other schools had already gathered with their teachers, and with us were a group of ordinary children, their ages were between ten and They were talking loudly and laughing.We soon learned that the pupils and teachers were from Piedmont Bole, schoolmates or acquaintances of the boy who was to receive the award.Looking up, all the windows were crowded with city government staff, even the balcony of the library was full of people.

They were all crowded up to the railing, and by the window just above the opposite entrance stood some girls from the public school, and some girls who worked for military charities, and they all wore beautiful blue Masks, as if it were a theater, and they chatted merrily, looking now and then at the red tables to see who had arrived.A band was playing soft music at the end of the porch, and the sun was almost down, hovering over those high walls, and it was beautiful.Suddenly, everyone started applauding, people in the courtyard, people on the balcony, and people at the window started applauding, and I stood on tiptoe to watch.Those who stood behind the red table had already left. A man and a woman came to the front. The man was holding a boy by the hand. He was the child who saved the life of his classmate. The man was his father. , he is a mason, and he specially put on festive clothes today.The woman was his mother, she was small, fair-haired, wearing a black robe.

That boy was also very short, with the same blond hair, and wearing a gray jacket. Seeing so many people standing here, and hearing the thunderous applause, all three stood there daring to move. I didn't dare to look at the crowd.A municipal usher ushered the three of them to the table on the right, and everyone fell silent for a moment, then applauded enthusiastically.The boy looked up at the windows and then at the balconies where the girls who were working in military charities stood.He held up his hat, as if he had no idea where he was.I was surprised to find that he looked a little like Cleti, in the face, but his hair was redder than Cleti's.

Both his father and mother fixed their eyes on that table, and at the same time all the children from the Po began to sign to him, to get his attention, and called out to the boy in low voices: , Pi, Pinault!However, their voices were sonorous and powerful, and everyone could hear their voices. When the boy saw his classmates, he hurriedly covered his smile with his hat.At some point, the guards stood at attention, and the mayor entered the venue, accompanied by countless gentlemen.The mayor's hair was completely white, and he was wearing a three-color scarf. He walked to the side of the table and stood there, and everyone else stood behind or beside him one by one.The band had stopped playing, the mayor made a gesture, and the crowd immediately fell silent.He started to speak, I didn't hear the first few words clearly, I guess he was telling the story of this boy, then he raised his voice, the voice was clear and loud, the whole hall could hear, I said a word Hearing him well, he said:
"When he saw his classmate struggling in the water from the shore, he overcame his inner fear of death, quickly tore his clothes off his body, and rushed to help his classmate without delaying a second. People Shouted to him 'You'll drown!' He didn't answer them, they pulled him back, but he broke free, and when they called his name, he jumped into the water. The river was running fast , even for a grown man, this is extremely dangerous, but he gave his all to fight for it, he will use all the strength of his thin body and his willpower, facing Threats of death. When he swam up to the poor boy, he caught him just in time. By then, the boy was already submerged, and he dragged him to the surface with difficulty.

He wrestled with the rushing waves that seemed to drown him, and the overboard child made his situation even more dangerous.Several times, others did not get into the water, but struggled to swim out of the water again.He was so tenacious, so determined, not at all like a kid trying to save another boy's life, but like a man, a father trying to save his own son.For a father, his son is his hope and life.In short, God does not allow such great power to be displayed in vain. This child swimmer dragged the drowning child out of the raging river, and with the help of others, brought him to the water. to shore.People believed that he was the first savior of the child who fell into the water. When people were busy, he returned home quietly alone, and frankly told others about his behavior.

Gentlemen, those beautiful and respectable things are the heroism in a man's breast. For a child, such a heroic spirit has nothing to do with thinking of interests.He is so small in stature, but his enthusiasm is very high.For a child, we don't have too many demands on him, and he has no obligation to give anything, but he is so noble and lovely, which does not lie in his actions.And when he can just understand it all, when he is grateful for the sacrifices of others, he is noble, heroism is sacred to a child.

I do not want to say any more, gentlemen, and I do not wish to embellish my language with excessive praise, to repeat the simple majesty and greatness of this noble and heroic rescuer who stands before you. Or, the soldiers greeted him as if they were their brothers, the mothers regarded him as their son, and the children remembered his name, please keep his face in your hearts, please. May his face never be erased from your memory.Come here, my child, and in the name of the King of Italy, I award you this medal of valor! "

As soon as his words fell, many people shouted loudly together, and the voice was so loud that the entire hall echoed.The mayor took the medal from the table and put it on the boy's chest, then he hugged the boy and kissed him, and the boy's mother put a hand over her eyes , while the father rested his chin on his chest, the mayor shook hands with them one by one, and handed the certificate to the mother, which was tied with a ribbon, before turning back to the boy. son, said to him:

"Hope the memory of today will forever set you on the right path of honor and conscience. This is a glorious and wonderful day for you and your parents. Goodbye!"

The mayor was gone, the band was playing again, and the awards ceremony seemed to be coming to an end.When the firefighters of that squad dispersed, an eight or nine-year-old boy was pushed to the front of the crowd by a woman, and then the woman shrank back immediately. The boy held a bouquet in his hand and accepted the award The little hero ran over and hugged him.At this time, the crowd burst into cheers and applause again, and the whole yard echoed again, and everyone immediately understood that this boy was the one who was rescued from the Po River, and he came here specially to thank him of the savior.

The boy kissed the little hero, then stretched out an arm to him, wanting to hold him and accompany him out. The two children followed the little hero's parents. They walked to the door together, and the watching crowd They all lined up to make way for them, but they still walked out with great difficulty.All the people, policemen, children, soldiers, and women were mixed together.Everyone squeezed forward with great effort, standing on tiptoe to see what the little hero looked like. When he passed through the crowd, those standing beside him gently held his hand. The boys waved their hats as the children from here passed by, and the children from the Po River were even more excited. They roared loudly, grabbed the little hero's arms and jackets, and shouted:

"Pi, cheers for Pi! Well done, Pinault!"

I saw him passing not far from me, his face was bright and smiling happily, his mother was also very happy, saying hello loudly, and his father was curling up with one hand His mustache, that mustache had just shaken violently, as if he had a high fever.The people standing by the windows and balconies kept leaning out and clapping their hands vigorously, and when they were about to enter the porch, the girls who worked in the military charities department threw flowers all over the place , the flowers hit the boy and his parents straight on the head and scattered on the ground.There were so many flowers, pansies, common violets, and daisies.Many people bent down and picked up the flowers and gave them to the boy's mother.On the other side of the yard, the band is still playing soft music, the music creates an intoxicating atmosphere, it seems that countless silver bell-like voices are humming together, the singing gradually drifts away, and finally slowly disappeared on the river bank.

(End of this chapter)