love education

Chapter 45 June (1)
Introduction to Ribaldi
army
Italy

32 degrees
your father
in countryside

Award Ceremony for Evening School Students

my dead teacher
谢意
a sea
Garibaldi
Saturday 3th

Tomorrow is National Day, and today is a day of national mourning. Garibaldi passed away last night.Do you know the deeds of Garibaldi?He was the hero who saved ten million Italians from the Bourbons, and died at the age of seventy-five.He was born in Nice, France, the son of a sea captain.When he was eight years old, he saved the life of a woman. When he was 1000 years old, he died in a small boat with his friends. At the age of 75, he rescued a young man who was about to drown in Marseilles.At the age of 13, he rescued a ship that was caught in a fire in the ocean.For the freedom of a nation that had nothing to do with him, he had gone through hardships and fought everywhere in America for ten years.He also waged three wars against the Austrians for the freedom of Lombardy and Transtino.In 17 he participated in the defense of Rome against the French attack; in 41 he led the army to liberate Naples and Palermo; in 1849 he fought for the defense of Rome again; He led the army to capture Rome and completed the great cause of unifying Italy.He is a war genius shrouded in brilliance, with an incomparably brave heroism. He has participated in a total of 1860 wars, and won 1867 of them.

After the war, he resolutely disarmed and returned to the fields, lived in seclusion on an isolated island, and worked hard to cultivate the fields.He has done many kinds of occupations in his life, including teachers, workers, businessmen, soldiers, and of course generals and orators.He is simple, kind-hearted and noble.He hates all oppression, loves his people, and goes to great lengths to protect the weak.He did good deeds, did not seek vanity, and did not hesitate to die. It can be said that he dedicated his life to Italy, the motherland he loved all his life.Whenever he cries out in battle, many brave men come from everywhere, nobles leave their palaces, sailors leave their ships, and young people come from schools to gather in his palace. Fight valiantly under the great and glorious banner.On the battlefield, he often wears a "red cloak", which is so eye-catching and conspicuous, which has become his symbol on the battlefield.He is so strong, blond and blue-eyed, he is so heroic and handsome on the battlefield.When he is on the battlefield, he is a red lightning; when he is full of tenderness, he is a pure child; when he endures humiliation, he is a saint.Thousands gave their lives for Italy, and yet they rejoiced in this devotion, if only they could see him on their deathbed, not far from where they fell, marching on in triumph .Thousands of people are also willing to give their lives for him.Thousands of people have poured blessings on him, and more people will bless him in the future.

Now that he is dead, the whole world mourns him.You don't know enough about him now, but you will read about his valor, and you will hear his name throughout your life.Gradually, as you continue to grow up, his great image will become higher and higher before your eyes. When you really grow into a man, you will definitely look up at him like a giant.And when you leave this world forever, when your sons, grandsons, and countless descendants have left this world, people at that time will still look up at his glorious head and regard him as our nation and all the people who suffered and suffered. The savior of the nation, his deeds surrounded him like countless brilliant stars, and whenever the Italians called his name, the corners of their eyes and their souls smiled.

your father
army
Sunday 11th

National Day celebrations are held today, postponed for a week due to Garibaldi's death.We came to Castro Square to watch this grand military parade.Right in the middle of the two rows of large audiences, the parade troops marched neatly in front of them under the command of the generals of their respective regiments.Amidst the chorus of bugles and military bands, these troops moved forward slowly.My father showed me the various armies and flags. First, there was the formation of students in the school. They would become officers in the engineering or artillery units in the future. There were about 300 people, all dressed in black uniforms. We marched before us with the grace of a student and the fortitude of a soldier.After the student delegation came the infantry regiment, which included a battalion from Horta, who had fought in Gautto and San Martino, and a battalion from Bergmer, who had fought in the Castroferdo had fought before, and they sent four regiments in total, one after another, they walked over. The red shoulder straps they wore looked like countless double-layered, blood-red Like a garland of flowers, the bright red color extended from both sides of the queue, dancing dazzlingly, passing straight through the crowd.

Immediately behind the regiment of infantry came the mining corps, composed of wartime workers in black horsetails and scarlet cravats.

Just as they passed in front of us, we saw hundreds of long, straight feathers bristling behind them and fluttering over the heads of the audience.They were soldiers of the field regiment, defenders of the Italian frontier, tall, mighty, determined warriors, with rosy cheeks, their Calabrian hats, their collars beautiful. The bright green of the grass is the same color as the green grass on the lofty mountains of their hometown.

Just as the field troops were marching, a burst of fierce shouts erupted from the crowd, Bossagli, the old part of the No.12 Legion, they were the first troops to enter Rome through the breakthrough of Pia, their faces were bronzed, Alert, light-hearted, with billowing feathers on their heads, like a rolling wave in a black ocean, their arrival filled the square with shrill trumpets, which sounded even more Like a cry of joy.

Presently these sounds were drowned out by the intermittent, hollow rumble that followed, this time the land artillery, all in victorious poses, the soldiers sitting On the tall chariots, those chariots were drawn by three hundred pairs of vigorous horses, and the brave warriors wore yellow lace caps, and they stood guard by the long brass cannons, The steel of the buggy gleamed, and the ground seemed to tremble as they staggered past.

Followed by the field artillery, they marched slowly and steadily, their rough and heroic appearance was so charming, the soldiers were all heroic, tall and muscular, these brave fighters could make the enemy's positions barren and full of dead bodies.

The last to appear was the excellent Genoese cavalry regiment. So far, they have swept across ten battlefields like a whirlwind. The sky shone brightly, their spears held aloft, their banners fluttered in gold and silver, and the air was filled with the clang of metal and the roar of horses.

"Look how handsome they are!" I exclaimed, and when my father heard my words, he said to me in a slightly reproachful tone:

"If you see this parade as a great show, you're wrong. All these young men are in their prime and full of hope, but if they're ever called up to defend our country, maybe They will fall forever in a few hours, torn to pieces by countless bullets or shells. If you hear such cheers at some great event in the future-'Cheers for the soldiers, cheers for Italy! 'You have to think about this scene, think about the scorched battlefield behind these troops undergoing inspection, where corpses are strewn all over the field and blood flows like rivers, if you can think of these, then when you greet these troops again, Your welcome to them will be sincere and heartfelt, and the image of Italy will rise before your eyes with more solemnity and solemnity."

Italy

Tuesday the 14st

Whenever it's National Day, salute your country like this:
"Italy, my dear and noble country, where my parents were born and where they will one day rest, where I hope to grow and die, and where my children will grow And leave. Oh beautiful Italy, so great and glorious for centuries, it has now welcomed its own unity and freedom. It is you, my country Italy, who spread the light of wisdom In the world, how many people with lofty ideals shed blood on the battlefield for all these, and how many lonely heroes died on the gallows. You are the mother of more than 300 cities, you have 3000 million glorious descendants, and I am also your child, although I still can't understand your history very well and fully understand your heart, but I love you and admire you with all my heart. I am proud to be born in this land and to be your son. And proud. I love your passionate ocean, I adore your majestic mountains, I look up at your solemn monument, and I miss your immortal memory. I love your glory and your magnificence, I love Everything about you, from your greatness to the suffering you have suffered. Since the first time I heard your name being called, I have felt a light come over my life and I love you with all my heart, At the same time, my heart is full of gratitude.

I love Turin for its brave people; I love Genoa for its magnificence; I love Bologna for its knowledge; I love Venice for its charm; I love Milan for its charm. Magnificent, I love you, as all your children love you, and Florence, gentle and graceful, Palermo, square and square, Naples, vast and beautiful, and Rome, wonderful and remote.I love you deeply, my sacred motherland!I swear that I will love all your sons and daughters as my brothers and sisters, and I will always hold in my heart a throne of honor for those great men who lived or died.I will be a hard-working and honest citizen, so that I can be more noble in my personality and be entitled to love everything about you.I will do my best to wipe away all the misery, indifference, injustice and crime from your face, so that you can exercise your power peacefully and give full play to your intelligence.I swear that I will be loyal to you forever, as if this is the responsibility God has given me, and I will use all my wisdom, all my strength, and all my sincerity to dedicate my all to you loyally and passionately.If one day, my country needs me to donate my blood for her, I will definitely donate my blood, even my life, and I will call out that holy name towards the direction of heaven, and then kiss affectionately The national flag that has been blessed by countless people with lofty ideals. "

your father
32 degrees
Friday the 16th

Five days have passed since the National Day, and the temperature here has risen by another three degrees, and it is already midsummer.People began to feel sleepy, and everyone's good looks at the beginning of spring seemed to have disappeared. Their faces were no longer so rosy, their necks and legs became thinner, their heads hung low, and their eyes Also closed.Poor Nellie must not have been able to stand the heat, his face was waxy white, and he was always prone to falling into a deep swoon, with his head resting on his exercise-book.Luckily Galen was alert enough to always remember to hold an open book in front of Nellie so the teacher couldn't see him.Cross looked so cute lying on the table, leaning his little red head on the table, it seemed as if he had separated from his body, and put his head on the table alone.And Nobis complained that there were too many people in our class, and we made the air so bad.Oh, it is really not easy to concentrate on studying now!I looked out the window, those beautiful big trees cast deep black shadows on the ground, I really wanted to run to those shades, but, thinking I had to trap myself in these annoying tables and benches In an instant, sadness and anger overwhelmed me.As soon as I think of my mother's kind face in my mind, I regain my courage. She is always watching me and observing me. She was pale from studying, and every time I did a page of exercises, she would say to me:

"How are you feeling now?"

Every morning at six o'clock, she would wake me up and let me go to class:
"You have to work hard! There are only so many days left now, and then you will be free, and then you can rest well, and you can run to the side of the country road and lie there under the shade of the trees ah!"

(End of this chapter)