Love is an instinct,

Kindness is a choice.

The book "Education of Love" is developed from the identity and perspective of a fourth-grade pupil.

The story is spread out in the form of a diary, and there is a story praising the little hero every month in the book.

Every story in the book is simple, but unforgettable.

Both convey to us the love in people's hearts and other noble qualities derived from love.

Kindness, gratitude, understanding, respect,

As small as personal love between family and friends,

As big as the love between social classes in the country,

Everywhere is warm and exciting.

Enrico, the hero, comes from a wealthy bourgeois family.

He goes to school with the children of workers and gentlemen.

All the children in the class are in the same school and classroom.

When Enrico invited his friend the mason's son to his home,

The lime on his friend's clothes rubbed against their sofa,

When Enrico tried to delete it conveniently, his father signaled him not to do so.

Tell him afterwards:

"You know, son, why don't I want you to clean the sofa?

Because your classmates erase it when they see it,

This almost means blaming him for soiling the sofa.

And it's not appropriate to do so. First of all, he didn't mean to.

Besides, he got it from his father's clothes,

And his father is dirty when he works, but not when he works;

It's dust, it's lime, it's pigment, it's all those things you want to say,

But it's not dirty. Labor won't get dirty.

Never say to the workers who come back from work, "It's really dirty."

You should say: there are traces of his labor on the clothes.

Please remember. I like little Mei Sen, first of all, because he is your classmate;

Secondly, he is a worker's child. "

When Enrico and his friends celebrated the first snow at school,

The children were chasing and fighting in the snow, laughing loudly.

His father would tell him:

"You are celebrating winter ... but some children,

They have no clothes, shoes or fire.

There are thousands of children going to the countryside, and they have a long way to go.

Their little hands held a piece of wood bleeding from frostbite,

To warm the classroom.

Hundreds of schools are almost closed by heavy snow, desolate and dark as caves.

Children endure the smoke there, or their teeth struggle with the cold,

They watched in horror as the white snow fell endlessly.

I'm afraid they will continue to pile up in my remote cabin and be threatened by avalanches.

Children, you celebrate the arrival of winter,

Please also think about hundreds of creatures that will bring poverty and death to them in winter. "

When Enrico was worried

When he finished the fourth grade and was ready to part ways with his working-class friends,

His father would tell him:

"Enrico, why" never see you again "?

It's up to you.

After fourth grade, when you go to middle school, they become workers.

But you will stay in the same city, maybe for many years.

Then why can't we meet again?

When you go to college or technical secondary school in the future,

You will look for them in their shops or workshops.

Seeing your childhood friend again,

This will be a very pleasant thing for you.

I hope you can find Korety and Prescott,

Wherever they are.

You go to see them and spend a few hours with them.

You will find that in the process of studying life and society,

How many skills can you learn from them,

Their social situation and your country's knowledge,

This is something that no one else can teach you.

What you should pay attention to is that if you can't keep this friendship,

It will be quite difficult to get similar friendship in the future.

I mean, friendship beyond your class;

In this way, you will live in the only class,

A person who has only experienced a single social class,

Just like a scholar who reads only one book.

Therefore, I suggest that from now on,

As long as you keep in touch with those good friends,

Even if you will be separated in the future, from now on,

Give priority to cultivating friendship with them,

Because they are the children of workers. Did you get a look at him?

People in the upper class are all officers,

Workers are working soldiers;

But in society, just like in the army,

Not that soldiers are not as noble as officers,

Because nobility lies in work, not in making money;

It exists in value, not in hierarchy;

If there is a value advantage, then,

This advantage lies in the fact that soldiers, workers,

But they get the least profit from their work.

Therefore, among your classmates, the most important thing is,

First of all, love and respect the children of working soldiers;

Respect the dedication and sacrifice of loved ones;

Ignoring the differences brought by luck and class,

Only humble little people will use this difference to decide their feelings and behaviors.

Think about it. Zoe saved our sacred blood.

Almost all of them flow from the blood vessels of workers in workshops and fields.

Love Gallon, Apricot, Love Korety, Love Little Mei Sen,

Their coolie has a prince's heart in his chest.

You must swear to yourself:

No lucky change can take away these sacred childhood friendships from your soul.

You must swear that in forty years' time, if you pass a railway station,

You recognize the man in the train driver's clothes as your old friend,

Garrone is covered with soot ... You don't have to swear to me.

I'm sure,

You will definitely jump on the train and hug his neck, even if you are a member of the kingdom. "

When Enrico watched the firemen perform a fire drill,

His father said to him:

"Go shake hands with Captain Robinaud."

The captain stopped and smiled and held out his hand to me; I hold it tightly;

He greeted me and went out.

"Remember that," my father said, "because,

Of the thousands of hands you hold in your life,

Maybe only a dozen hands are as valuable as his. "

When the army passed by them, his father would tell him:

"Son, you should love soldiers. They are your defenders.

If foreign troops dare to threaten our country tomorrow,

They are people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for us.

They are children, not much older than you,

They also want to go to school; Between them, just like between you, there are poor people and rich people.

They come from all over Italy.

Take a look, you can almost recognize it from your face:

Next are Sicily, Sardinia, Nahles and Lombardy.

Here passes an old regiment, which fought in 1848.

Of course, these soldiers are not what they used to be, but the national flag is still that flag.

In the twenty years before you were born, how many people served our country,

Fell under this flag. "

I was an adult when I read this book.

But I was still moved by the kindness and cuteness of the children in the book.

Moved by the beautiful qualities revealed everywhere in the book,

Enrico's father's inculcation also moved me.

Recalling the summer vacation when I graduated from high school,

I was lucky enough to meet a group of lovely children because I worked part-time during the summer vacation.

At that time, I was teaching children to draw in a tutor institution.

Their little sparkling eyes looked at me in class,

I can feel that it is a kind of trust, trust in me.

After class, everyone eats together. Every time some children who eat fast food finish eating,

Always around me, staring at me

I used to think that the children were staring at me and adding something to my tray.

Even wanted to give it to him,

The child is a little shy: "Teacher Liu, I'm full.

I just came to see how you eat so little. "

One child, always in a lower position in the class, came up to me in two steps.

Stay close to me and listen to me. Hard and soft are always naughty every day.

Until one day I praised his paintings in class,

Let the other children in the class follow his example,

Needless to say, he is a little shy.

From then on, he sat in his seat and listened.

So I know that all children need praise.

Every child is different. There are children in a class who like to attract the teacher's attention.

There are also quiet children, but often such children are most easily ignored by teachers.

I am no exception.

I remember one time at the end of class,

A little girl in the class hasn't finished drawing her own picture.

I urged her to draw quickly,

Probably because I saw her alone in the seat, or for some other reason.

When I turned around after cleaning the blackboard, the girl lowered her head and sobbed secretly.

One hand is still drawing.

I knew I didn't take good care of her when I was distressed.

I didn't realize that she was such a sensitive little girl.

There is also a little boy, who is stronger.

He likes to cry when things happen, and the more he cries,

The fewer friends he has on his side,

The teacher who deals with this matter will not be patient enough with him.

I tried to guide him and told him that crying won't solve anything.

Although we have been together for less than a month,

There are some children who have been criticized by me in class.

After school, I can put down my schoolbag and help me clean the classroom.

Once my part-time boss asked me,

Are you tired after working here for so many days?

I was very tired at first, and faced with noisy and disobedient children,

I am angry and tired.

But when I got to know those children with my heart,

Get close to them and get along with them,

Care about them, love them,

I'm not just here to get my salary for that month anymore.

I gave them love, and they gave me love.

I think everything I have done is worthwhile.

Life is warm and interesting,

In retrospect, those days,

I still have a smile on my lips, and I remember every child there.

Remember their lovely faces.

Although I can't go on with them,

I still appreciate the wonderful meeting.

When we were children, our parents and teachers taught us kindness.

We are proud of helping others until we grow up.

We gradually see the injustice and darkness in this world.

At this time, we have learned to be silent without being taught by others.

Keep silent when you need to speak, keep silent in front of people who need help,

Until silence turned into indifference.

Cleverness is a gift,

Love is an instinct,

Kindness is a choice.

In the name of love,

May you learn to love and be loved, learn to love yourself and learn to love the world.

Knowing the world and not knowing the world,

But doing good, the future of Mo Wen,

Live a warm and pure life, don't give up love and freedom.