The seventeenth day of the founding
School started today. The three months in the countryside have passed like a dream, and I have returned to the school in Qiulin. When my mother sent me to school in the morning, she was still thinking about the situation in the countryside. No matter which street was full of school students; at the door of the bookstore, the students' fathers and brothers were crowded there to buy. Notebooks, book bags and the like; school janitors and policemen were desperately trying to clear the way. When I arrived at the school gate, I felt someone touch my shoulder. It turned out that this was my teacher in the third grade. He was a gentleman with curly red hair and a cheerful face. The husband looked at my face and said:
"We are no longer together! Amway!"
This is something I have known for a long time. Today, I was treated like this by my husband. He said that he felt sad again. We got inside easily. Many ladies, gentlemen, ordinary women, workers, officials, female monks, servants, and servants all held children in one hand and held grade books in the other. They crowded beside the stairs of the reception hall, noisily. It has to be like in a theater. I was very happy to see this big lounge room again, because I have passed through this room every day when I went to the classroom for the past three years. My female teacher in second grade saw me:
"Enrico! You have to go upstairs now! Or you have to walk past my classroom!"
Said , looking at me lovingly. The principal was surrounded by women, and his hair seemed to be whiter than before. The students are also much stronger than they were in the summer. The children who had just entered the first grade did not want to go to the classroom. They were as stubborn as donkeys and horses, so they reluctantly pulled them in. Some still escaped, and some started crying because they could not find their parents. The parents came back in, some coaxed, some scolded, and the gentlemen were at their wits end.
My younger brother was assigned to a group taught by a female teacher named Delkati. At ten o'clock in the morning, everyone entered the classroom. There were fifty-five of our first-level students. There were only fifteen or sixteen people who had been promoted from the third grade together, and Dai Losi, who was accustomed to winning first prize, was also among them. When I think of the mountains and forests I ran around and swam through during the summer vacation, I feel that the school is boring and boring. I also recalled my teacher in third grade: he was a good teacher who always smiled at us, and he was about the same age as us. The gentleman's red and curly hair can no longer be seen. When I think of this, I feel a little sad. This time, the gentleman was tall, with no beard, long gray hair, and wrinkled forehead. He spoke loudly, and when he stared at us one by one, his eyes seemed to penetrate into our hearts. Similar. And he was a gentleman without a smile. I thought:
"Oh! One day has finally passed, and there are still nine months left! What about hard work, what about monthly exams, I hate smoking!"
As soon as I left the classroom, I was very surprised. When he saw his mother, he ran to her and kissed her hand. My mother said:
"Amway! Be careful! I am also studying with you!"
I went home happily. But because that dear and jovial gentleman is no longer here, school is no longer as interesting as it once was.
Our husband is on the 18th
From today on, the current husband has become more cute. When we entered the classroom, my husband was already sitting in his seat. The students whom Mr. Xian taught in the previous school year all poked their heads in from the door to greet Mr. Xian. "Good morning, sir!" "Good morning, Mr. Peibani!" everyone said. Some of them came into the classroom, shook hands with the teacher in a hurry and left. It can be seen that everyone admires this gentleman and wants to learn from him this year. The teacher also said "Good morning!" and went to hold the student's outstretched hand, but he did not look at the student's face. When greeting them, he smiled, but once there was a wrinkle on his forehead, his face became stern, and he turned his face to the window, staring at the rooftop opposite, as if he was having a hard time greeting the students. After finishing, the teacher looked at us one by one and asked us to write silently. He got off the podium and circulated among the tables. When he saw a student with red spots on his face, he asked him to stop dictating, held his head up with both hands to check, then touched his forehead and asked him if he had a fever.
At this time, there was a student behind the teacher who jumped up on a chair and started playing with a doll while the teacher was not seeing him. Just as the teacher turned around, the student hurriedly sat down, lowered his head and prepared to be raped. The husband put his hand on his head and said only: "Don't do this kind of thing again next time!" There was nothing else.
After finishing dictating, the husband fell silent again, looked at us for a long time, and said in a thick and friendly voice:
"Everyone, listen to me! We will live together for a year from now on. Let's live this year well! Everyone, please study hard and behave yourself. I don't have any family members, and you are my family members. Before last year, I had my mother. After my mother died, I had only one person besides you! I have no other family members in the world, except you, I have no one to love! You are my sons, I love you, please also please me! I don’t want to punish you, please show me your sincerity. Look! Please become one family and give me comfort and glory! I don’t want you to promise me with your mouth. I already know that you have agreed to it in your heart. I thank you.” /p>
At this time, the school janitor came to announce that school was over, and we left our seats quietly. The student who jumped on the chair walked to the teacher's side, tremblingly said: "Sir! Please spare me this time!" The teacher kissed his forehead and said: "Go back quickly! Good boy!"
Disaster Twenty-One
An unexpected thing happened at the beginning of the school year. When I went to school this morning, my father and I were talking about what my husband said. Suddenly I saw that the road was full of people, and they all rushed into the school gate. My father said:
"What accident happened? The school year has just started, what a coincidence!"
It was easy, we entered the school, it was full, and it was so crowded. The house was filled with children and families. I heard them say: "Poor! Lopeti!" From the sea of ??people, the policeman's hat was seen, and the principal's bald head was also seen. Then a gentleman wearing a high crown walked in, and everyone said: "The doctor is here!" The father asked a gentleman: "What happened?" The gentleman replied: "I was run over by a car!" "The bones of my feet are broken." !" Mr. Youyi said. It turned out to be Lopeti, a second-year student. When I came to school, a first-grade primary school student suddenly left his mother's hand and fell on the street. At this time, the streetcar was driving towards the place where he fell. Lopeti saw that the child was about to be run over by a car, so he boldly jumped over and dragged him out. Unexpectedly, he had no time to use his foot and was run over by a car. Lopeti was the son of an artillery captain. While listening to them narrating these words, a woman suddenly ran up to her like a madman and struggled in from the crowd. This was Lopeti's mother. Another woman ran up to her at the same time, hugged Lopeti's mother's head and sobbed. This was the mother of the rescued child. The two women ran indoors, and we could hear their cries outside: "Ah! Lopeti! My child!"
Immediately, a carriage stopped at the school gate. The principal took Lopetti out in his arms. Lopez lay her head on the principal's shoulder, her face was pale and her eyes were closed. Everyone was silent, and the cry of Lopeti's mother could be heard. After a while, the principal showed the injured person in his arms to everyone. Fathers, brothers, students, and gentlemen all said in unison: "Lopetti! So brave! Poor child!" The gentlemen and students who came closer said They all kissed Lopetti's hand. At this time, Lopeti opened his eyes and said, "Where is my schoolbag?" The mother of the rescued child showed him the schoolbag and said with tears, "Let me take it, let me take it for you." ” A smile appeared on Lopeti’s mother’s face. Many people went out and carefully loaded Lopez into the carriage. The carriage drove away slowly, and we all walked into the classroom silently.
The 22nd Day of the Child of Grabria
Lopetti finally became a person who could not walk without a stick. Yesterday afternoon, when my husband was telling us the news, the principal brought a strange child into the classroom. It was a child with dark skin, thick hair, big eyes and dark eyebrows. The principal handed the child over to the teacher, whispered a few words and then went out.
The child looked at everything in the room with his big black eyes, and the gentleman took his hand and said to us:
"You all should be happy. Today there is a man from Grabria, five hundred miles away. An Italian child from Lechia has entered this school. Because he came from afar, please love this compatriot. His hometown is very famous. It is the birthplace of Italian celebrities and the birthplace of strong workers and bravery. It is also one of the most beautiful places in our country. There are forests and mountains, and the residents are full of talent and courage. Please treat this child with love, make him forget that he has left his hometown, and let him know that he is in Italy. , No matter where we go to school, we are all compatriots."
The gentleman said, pointing to the location of Lechia in Grabria on the Italian map, and shouted again: " Ernesto Delosi!"—he was the student who always won the first prize—Delosi stood up.
"Come here!" The gentleman said, and Delosi left his seat and approached the Grabria child.
"You are the prefect. Please give a welcome speech to this new classmate! On behalf of the children of Montemont, please welcome the children of Glaleria!"
Dello When Xi heard what his husband said, he hugged the child's neck and said in a loud voice: "It's good to come!" The child also kissed Delosi passionately on the forehead. We all clapped and cheered. Although the teacher said: "Be quiet, be quiet! You can't clap in the classroom!" But he was also very happy. The Gratonian children also rejoiced. As soon as the teacher assigned a seat, the child returned to his seat. The teacher added:
"Please remember what I just said carefully. When the children of Grabria arrive in Qiulin, they should live in their own homes. When the children of Qiulin arrive in Grabria, they should also live in their own homes. You should not feel lonely at all. To tell you the truth, our country has been fighting for this for fifty years, and 30,000 of our compatriots have died in this battle, so if there is anyone who is not a local, you should respect each other. This new classmate is rude, so he has no right to see our tricolor flag!"
The Gradaria child returned to her seat. Some of the students sitting next to him gave him pens, pictures, and Swiss stamps.
Classmate Friend on the 15th
The person who sent stamps to the children of Graleria was my favorite Caron. He is the tallest among his peers. He is fourteen years old. He is a big-headed, broad-shouldered kid with a cute smile, but he is already very popular. I have made many friends from my classmates, and I am also very happy about one named Kelati. He wore brown trousers and a cat-skin hat, and often said interesting things. My father ran a firewood shop and fought under Prince Tempel in 1866. It is said that he even received three medals. There was a man named Nellie, who was hunchbacked, weak, and often had a green complexion. There was also a man named Watertini, who always wore beautiful clothes. In front of me, there was a man nicknamed "Little Mason". He was the son of a mason. His face was as round as an apple, and his nose was like a small ball. He could pretend to be a rabbit, and he often pretended to make people laugh. He wore a tattered, ragged hat, which he often folded like a handkerchief and hid in his pocket. Sitting next to the "little mason" was a lanky, eagle-nosed child named Carlofer with extremely small eyes. He often used pens, empty match boxes, etc. to do business, wrote on his fingernails, and did all kinds of cunning things. There was also a proud young gentleman named Carlo Nobis. There are two children on both sides of this man. I think they are a pair. One was the son of a blacksmith. He wore a knee-length coat, and his face was as pale as a patient. He was timid about everything and never smiled. One was a red-haired child with a crippled hand hanging tightly around his neck. I heard that his father went to America and his mother was walking around selling wild vegetables. To my left, there is a strange child, his name is Sidi, he is short and fat, and he seems to have no neck. He is a violent child, does not talk to others, and seems to know nothing, but what Mr. , he always frowned and listened with his mouth closed. When the husband was talking, if someone spoke, he would endure it for the second time, but by the third time, he would get angry and stamp his feet.
Sitting next to him is a cunning-looking child who has no scruples. His name is Wu Landi. I heard that he was expelled from other schools. In addition, there are a pair of brothers who are very similar, wearing the same clothes and hats. Among these many classmates, the one with the best appearance and the most ability, needless to say, is Dai Luoxi. This year he will probably come first. But I love the blacksmith's son, who is sick and sick. It is said that his father often beat him. He was very honest. When talking to others, or when he accidentally offended others, he would always say "I'm sorry." He often looked at people with kind and sad eyes. As for the eldest and noblest, it is Caron.
Yikuai’s behavior on the 26th
I can understand Caron’s character after seeing what happened today. I arrived at school a little late because my female teacher from second grade came to ask me when I would be home. When I entered the classroom, my husband hadn't come yet. At first glance, three or four children were gathered together, teasing the red-haired kid from a vegetable seller named Cloxi who had a disabled hand. Some beat him with a triangular board, and some threw chestnut shells at his head, calling him a "cripple" and a "ghost", and even hung their hands around his neck to show him how to pretend to be him. Croxi sat alone in his seat, his face turned pale, and he looked at them as if he was saying "burn me." Seeing Kelosi like this, they gained more limelight and teased him more. Chloe finally became angry, her face turned red, and her body was shaken. At this time, Wu Landi, who had a disgusting face, suddenly jumped on the chair and pretended to be Keluoxi's mother carrying a load of vegetables. Chloe's mother often comes to school because she wants to take her home. Now I heard that she is ill in bed. Many students knew Keluoxi's mother, and everyone laughed when they saw Bulanti's pretense. Keluoxi was furious and suddenly threw the ink bottle at Belanti. Wu Landi quickly avoided it, and the ink bottle happened to hit the chest of the gentleman who came in from the door.
Everyone fled to their seats, too scared to say a word. The teacher's expression changed, he walked to the teacher's desk and asked in a stern voice: "Who?" No one answered. The gentleman said louder: "Who?"
At this time, Caron seemed to feel pity for Closi, and suddenly stood up and said firmly: "It's me!" The gentleman stared at Caron. , then looked at the students who were standing still, and said quietly: "It's not you."
After a while, he said again: "There will never be any penalties, the thrower will stand up!"
Kelosi stood up and cried: "They beat me and bullied me. I was so angry that I threw the ink bottle over without knowing it."
"Okay! Then bully me. His people stand up!" Yusheng said, and the four students stood up and wore their headscarf.
"You have bullied an innocent person! You have bullied the unfortunate children and the weak! You have done the most senseless and shameful thing! Cowardly thing! "
The gentleman said, walked to the side of Caron, put his hand under his chin, lifted his lowered head, looked into his eyes and said: "Your spirit is noble. of! "
Karon closed his ear to the gentleman, not knowing what to say. The gentleman suddenly said to the four criminals: "I forgive you. ”
My female husband is on the 27th
My female husband when I was in the second grade made an appointment to visit me at home today. It has been a year since my husband came to my home, and we are very close. He entertained her happily. The husband's hat was still covered with a green veil, his clothes were very simple, and his hair was not decorated. She had no time to dress up. The red color on her face seemed to be thinner than last year, and her hair was also white. She was sick and coughing from time to time. Her mother asked her: "So, how is your health? gentlemen! If you stop caring about your body..."
"It's nothing at all. "Mr. replied, with a smile that was both joyful and sad.
"Mr. spoke too loudly and worked his body too hard for the children. "My mother said again.
Really, the teacher's voice is not there when you can't hear it clearly. I still remember: the teacher always spoke continuously, making us students even look at the people next to us. There is no time left. The husband will never forget the students he taught. No matter how many years ago, he still remembers the names of the students she taught.
I heard that every monthly exam, she would go to the principal to inquire about their results. Sometimes she would stand at the school gate and wait for a student to come, then ask him to take out his composition book and show it to her to check his progress. Students who have entered middle school often wear long trousers and hang up their timepieces to visit their teachers. Today, my husband took students from this level to a drawing exhibition and transferred them to us when he returned. When we were in his class, he often took us to the museum every Tuesday and explained various things to us. My husband is much weaker than he was then, but he is still very energetic. When it comes to school things, he is very happy to talk about them. Two years ago, when I was seriously ill and lying in bed, my husband came to visit me. Today, he also said that he wanted to see the bed I slept on at that time. This bed actually belongs to my sister. The husband looked at it for a while and said nothing. My husband had to go to see a student, so he couldn't stay long. I heard that he was the son of a saddlemaker, and he was lying at home with measles. She also carried the homework book she had to correct tonight. It was said that before dinner, the hostess of a certain shop would come to her to learn arithmetic.
"Ah! Amway!" Mr. Enrico walked up to me and said, "When you are able to solve problems and write long articles, will you still love your former female teacher?" He said, kissing me . When he walked out of the door, he still raised his voice and said, "Please don't forget me! Amway!"
Ah! Dear Sir! How can I forget you? When I become an adult, I will definitely remember you, sir, and I will come to school to visit you. No matter where I go, as soon as I hear the female teacher's voice, it will be like hearing your husband's voice, and I will think of the two years that my husband taught me. Ah! In those two years, I learned so much because of my husband! Although my husband was sick and in poor health at that time, he enthusiastically loved and taught us at all times. She was very worried when we developed bad habits in calligraphy. When the test committee member questioned us, she was almost fidgety with worry. She was really happy when we wrote clearly. She has always treated me like a mother. How could I forget such a good gentleman?
Eighteen Days in the Slums
Yesterday afternoon, my mother, sister Shelvey, and I delivered cloth to the poor woman mentioned in the newspaper. I took the cloth, and my sister took the note with the woman's address and name written on it. We arrived at a small pavilion on the roof of a very tall house. There was a long corridor with many rooms along the corridor. My mother went to the last room and knocked on the door. The door opened, and a young, white and thin woman came out. She was a woman I saw often, with her head often wrapped in a green cloth.
"Are you the one mentioned in the newspaper?" the mother asked.
"Shun, yes."
"Well, there are some here, please take them."
The woman was very happy and seemed to say There are no words of thanks. At this time, I caught a glimpse of a child in the dark room without furniture, his back facing outwards, leaning on a chair as if he was writing. If you look carefully, you can see that he is writing there. The chair is covered with paper and the ink bottle is on the floor. I thought, how to write in such a dark house. Suddenly I saw that the child had red hair and was wearing a torn jacket, and I suddenly realized that this was the son of the vegetable seller, Croxi, the one with a disabled hand. While his mother was packing her things, I gently told her.
"Silence!" said the mother. "It would be embarrassing if he felt that his mother was receiving charity from a friend. Silence!"
But at this moment, Chloe turned around. I didn't know what to do, but Closi smiled at me. My mother pushed me behind my back, and I went in to hold Keluoxi. Keluoxi stood up and held my hand.
Klosi's mother said to my mother:
"I'm just a mother and a son. My husband has been in America for the past seven years. I'm sick again and can't go back." We picked vegetables to sell, but all the tables and other items were sold out. This made it difficult for the child to study. He couldn't even light a small lamp, and his eyes were sick. Fortunately, the city office had textbooks and notebooks. As a gift, I finally entered the school reluctantly.
Pitiful! He is very happy to go to school, but... there are no more unfortunate people like me! "
My mother took out all the money in the purse and gave it to her, kissed Cloxi, and almost cried when she came out. Then she said to me;
"Enrico ! Look at that cute kid! Didn't he study very hard? Like you, you are free in everything, yet you say that studying is hard! ah! real! That child's diligence in one day is worth much more than your diligence in one year! Children like that are the ones who deserve first-class rewards! "
The 18th day of school
My dear Enrico! You are afraid of studying hard, just like your mother said. I have never seen you happy. Go to school bravely, but let me tell you: if you don't go to school, how boring and tired you will be every day! I beg you to be sent to school again. Although the game is good, you will get tired of it every day.
There is no one in the world who does not want to learn. After a day's work, don't they have to go to school at night? Don't the women and girls in the shops on the street have to go to school on Sunday after working all day? Don’t they still have to study in the camp? Even the blind and mute learn various things there. Don’t the prisoners in the prison also learn to read, write, etc. every morning? When you go to school, you have to think about it this way: At this moment, there are 30,000 children like me in this city going to school. At the same time, tens of millions of children from all over the world are also going to school. Some are walking in groups through quiet fields, some are walking on busy streets, and some are walking by rivers or lakes, walking under the fierce sun. Yes, there are some who drive short boats on rivers full of cold mist, some who ride on sleds on the snow, some who cross streams, climb mountains, walk through forests, cross rapids, and wander along calm mountain roads. , some were riding horses and running in the vast wilderness. Some were walking alone, some were walking side by side, and some were walking in groups, wearing different clothes and saying different things. Can you imagine that from Russia, which is locked in ice, to Arabia, where coconut trees are deep, there are tens of millions of children who cannot be counted, all learning the same thing and studying in the same school? Imagine this collective of countless children! And imagine what kind of big movement such a large group will do! Now think about it: if this movement stops, human beings will return to a barbaric state. This movement is the progress of the world. , is the hope, is the glory. Work hard! You are the soldier of this big army, your books are the weapons, your first level is the squadron, the whole world is the battlefield, and victory is human civilization. Don't be a cowardly soldier!