This is a true story.
Nearly sixty years old Zhang old man rely on selling herbs to support the family, his son is attending college, a few thousand dollars a year tuition fees for Zhang old man is undoubtedly an astronomical figure, Zhang old man had to get up early in the morning and late at night digging herbs, in spite of this, the drug dealers will still be the price of the medicine again and again pressure. Just the day before, Mr. Zhang accidentally cut his finger while digging for herbs, and the blood flowed down his finger to his arm, staining a piece of paper money handed to him by the dealer.
It was a ten-dollar bill, and Zhang carefully wrapped it in a silk cloth and put it in his personal pocket. Zhang had just returned home when his son's cell phone rang, and his son's classmates invited him to go to the Internet, which Zhang had long since become accustomed to, and presumably his son had become accustomed to as well.
The old man handed the money to his son one by one, and when it came to the bloodstained bills, the old man clearly saw his son's eyes reflecting the disgust. But the son still took it, who would have a problem with money? Even though it was dirty.
The old man stayed up all night, and the next day, as if he had made a major decision, he put on a piece of clothing he usually rarely wore, put on a straw hat, drank a bowl of wine and ate two bowls of sweet potatoes, and then hobbled off to the county seat.
Son in the county's Internet cafe played an all-night, the next day ready to go dancing with his classmates, when the son and his classmates through the county's busiest section, the son saw a déjà vu people kneeling on the ground, the son did not want to think about it, and casually that blotch stained with the blood of the bills thrown to the kneeling people.
"Rich people are generous!"
"People's dads are in the herb business and have plenty of coins!"
"I wouldn't have wasted my life if I had a dad like you!"
Listening to the appreciation and bragging of his classmates, his son's heart was intoxicated.
But the man on his knees had a broken heart.
The son returned home in the evening, but he saw a small pile of money on the table: change and coins mostly, but one blotchy bill was eye-catching, a ten-dollar bill.
The son froze for a moment and fell to his knees with a thud.
Broken Arrow
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, a father and his son went to war. The father was already a general, but the son was still a pawn. When another horn blew and the drums of war thundered, the father solemnly lifted up an arrow capsule in which an arrow was stuck. The father solemnly said to his son, "This is a family heirloom arrow, so bring it with you and you will have great power, but don't pull it out."
It was an extremely fine arrow bag, made of thick cowhide, encrusted with shiny copper rims, and the exposed arrow tail, which could be seen at a glance to be made of the finest peacock feathers.
The son was overjoyed, thinking greedily of the arrow shafts and arrows, as the sound of arrows swished past his ears, and the enemy's commander-in-chief was killed by the sound of a broken horse.
Really, the son with the precious arrows was valiant and invincible. When the trumpet blew, the son could no longer restrain the triumph of the heroic spirit, completely abandoning his father's advice, and the strong desire drove him to pull out the arrow with a whimper. Suddenly he was stunned - the arrow capsule contained a broken arrow.
I have always fought with a broken arrow! The son broke out in a cold sweat, as if a house that had lost its pillars in a moment had collapsed with a roar of will. As a result, the son died tragically in the midst of the chaos.
Whisking away the smoke, the father picked up the broken arrow and said heavily, "If you don't believe in your own will, you will never be a general."
Disrespect, no excuse
When Charles was a boy, he used to help out in the grocery store his father owned.
There was one unpopular man in the grocery store, whom the fellows called "the degenerate old man" behind his back. Everyone knew that he had been unfaithful to his wife, and morally he was not a respectable person.
Charles had also heard about the man's character, so like the other children, he treated him with disrespect. The children called all the other adult males "Mr. So-and-So", but they would only call this "old scoundrel" "Joe".
Charles' father overheard his son's conversation with "Joe" one day and called him into his office.
"Son," said the father, "I told you once to speak to your elders with humility, but you're calling 'Joe' out loud."
The son explained to his father why he was deliberately treating "Joe" differently from "Mr. Smith" or "Mr. Brown."
The father said, "Having an opinion about a person is no excuse for being rude!"
Because rudeness reveals more about ourselves than about the person we hate.
1:A rose
A gentleman stopped his car in front of a florist's store with the intention of ordering a bouquet of flowers from the florist's store and asking them to deliver them to his mother, who was far away from his hometown.
As the gentleman was about to walk into the store, he noticed a little girl sitting on the road crying. The gentleman walked up to the little girl and asked her,
"Child, why are you sitting here crying?"
"I want to buy a rose for my mom, but I don't have enough money." The child said. The gentleman felt heartbroken to hear this.
"That's right ......" So the gentleman took the little girl by the hand and went into the flower store, ordered a bouquet of flowers for her mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl
. As he walked out of the flower store, the gentleman offered the little girl a ride home.
"Do you really want to drive me home?"
"Of course!"
"Then you can take me to my mom's place. But uncle, where my mom lives, it's far from here."
"I should have known better than to drive you." The gentleman said jokingly.
The gentleman drove on as the little girl told him, but he didn't realize that after getting out of the city center, he followed the winding mountain road and came to
a cemetery. The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave, having traveled a long way to present a rose to her mother, who had passed away a month earlier. The gentleman dropped the little girl off at home and then turned back to the florist again. He canceled the bouquet of flowers he was sending to his mother
and instead bought a large bouquet of flowers and headed straight to her home, a five-hour drive away, where he was going to present them to her in person.
---- is better to hold a grand funeral service for the deceased than to make good use of filial piety while he is still alive.
2:The Unlocked Door
The mother lived in a remote cottage in a small village in the countryside, fearing burglary, always chaining three locks on the doorknob at night; the daughter was sick of the boring and unchanging countryside life that was like a landscape painting, and longed for the city, wanting to go to the city to see the gorgeous world she had imagined through the radio
. One morning, the daughter leaves her mother's side in pursuit of that unreal dream. She runs away from home while her mother sleeps
.
"Mom, just pretend you don't have a daughter like me." Unfortunately, the world was not as beautiful as she thought it would be, and without realizing it, she went
down the path of degradation, sinking deeper into the muck from which she could not extricate herself, and it was then that she realized her own faults.
"Mom!" After ten years, the daughter, who had grown into an adult, returned to her hometown, dragging her broken heart and wretched body with her.
It was late at night when she returned home, and a faint light seeped through the doorway. She knocked gently on the door, but suddenly had a bad
feeling. Her daughter startled her as she wrenched the door open. "How strange, mother never forgot to lock the door before." Her mother's thin
weak body curled up on the cold floor in a heartbreaking form of sleep.
"Mom ......Mom ......" Hearing her daughter's sobs, her mother opened her eyes and without a word wrapped her arms around her daughter's tired shoulders. After crying in her
mother's arms for a long time, her daughter suddenly asked curiously, "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today, what if someone breaks in?
The mother replied, "It's not just today, I was afraid that you would suddenly come back at night and not be able to enter the house, so the door has never been locked for ten years."
The mother waited for her daughter's return for ten years, and her daughter's room was decorated as it was then. That night, the mother and daughter reverted to the way they were ten years ago
and slept with the door locked.
----- family love is the cradle of hope, thanks to the warmth of home, giving the impetus to continue to grow.
3:Hair in the lunchbox
In those poor days, many students could not afford to bring a decent lunchbox to school, and that was the case with the student next door to me. While his meals were always blackened edamame, mine often consisted of ham and poached eggs - a world of difference.
And this student would always eat his lunchbox as if nothing had happened, after picking his hair out of it.
This uncomfortable realization continued.
"I can see how sloppy his mom is to have hair in her lunch every day." The classmates whispered privately.
In order to take care of the students' self-esteem and not to show it, they always felt dirty, so their impression of the student began to drop. One day, after school was over, he called out to me and said, "If you don't have anything to do, why don't you come over to my house and play? I was reluctant to do so, but since it was the first time since I was in the same class that he had asked me to come over, I was too embarrassed to turn him down. I went with my friend to a poor village located in the steepest terrain of Han
Seong.
"Mom, I brought my friend." After hearing his classmate's excited voice, the door to the room opened. His aged mother appeared in the doorway.
"My son's friend is here, let me see."
"My son's friend is here, let me see," she said, "but his mother, who stepped out of the door, just touched the beam outside.
She was blind in both eyes.
I felt a pang of nostalgia and couldn't say a word.
The student's bento dish, although every day as usual, is edamame, but the eyes can not see
Mother, carefully help him to load the bento, that is not just a lunch, it is the mother's full of love, and even mixed
Inside the hair, is the same as the love of the mother.
---- preconceived notions, often affect the pattern of a person's life, more observation, more exploration, there will be more unexpected discoveries.
4:The Postman Who Grows Flowers
There is a middle-aged letter carrier in a small village who has been traveling fifty kilometers a day since he was just twenty years old, delivering
stories of sorrow, joy, and happiness to the homes of residents day after day. Twenty years have passed and things have changed, but the road from the post office
to the village has remained unchanged from the past to the present, with only dust flying as far as the eye can see.
"How long will this desolate road go on?"
He felt a sense of regret at the thought of having to spend his life on a bicycle on this flowerless, tree-less, dusty road.
One day when he had finished delivering the letter and was ready to go back with a heavy heart, he happened to pass a flower store. "Yes, this is it!"
He went into the flower store, bought a handful of wildflower seeds, and from the next day on, he took them with him and scattered them on his travels. And so,
After a day, two days, a month, two months ......, he continued to scatter wildflower seeds.
Not long after, that has been going back and forth for twenty years of the desolate road, but actually bloomed a lot of red, yellow flowers; summer bloom summer
flowers, autumn bloom autumn flowers, four seasons in full bloom, never stop.
The seeds and the scent of the flowers were more delightful to the people of the village than any piece of mail the letter carrier had ever delivered in his life.
The letter carrier who whistles and pedals along roads filled not with dust but with petals is no longer a lonely letter carrier and
no longer a sad letter carrier.
---- Life is like a white horse and time flies, so why not leave good deeds behind to provide coolness for future generations?
5:The Hundredth Guest
The noon rush hour was over, and the guests had dispersed from the originally crowded snack bar, and the owner was about to take a breath and leaf through the newspaper when
someone walked in. It was a grandmother and a little boy.
"How much does a bowl of beef soup and rice cost?" The grandmother sat down and took out her money pouch and counted the money and ordered a bowl of soup and rice, steaming hot soup
rice. Grandma pushed the bowl in front of her grandson, and the boy swallowed hard and looked at his grandmother and said,
"Grandma, did you really eat lunch?" "Of course." The grandmother chewed slowly on a piece of radish pickle.
In a flash, the boy had devoured his bowl of rice.
Seeing this sight, the owner walked up to the two men and said, "Congratulations, old lady, you're in luck today, you're our first
100 customers, so it's free." One day, a month or so later, the little boy was squatting across the street from the snack bar like he was counting something,
which made the owner, who was inadvertently looking out the window, jump.
It turned out that every time the boy saw a customer come into the store, he put a small stone into the circle he drew, but the lunch hour was almost over
and there were less than 50 small stones.
Anxious, the owner calls all his regular customers, "Are you busy? It's nothing, I want you to come and have a bowl of soup and rice, it's on me
." After calling many people like this, customers began to arrive one by one. "Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty
Three ......" the little boy counted faster and faster. Finally when the ninety-ninth small stone was placed in the circle of ?
That moment, the little boy hurriedly took his grandmother's hand and went into the snack bar.
"Grandma, this time it's my treat." The little boy said with a bit of triumph. The grandmother, who had truly become the hundredth customer, had her grandson
treat her to a steaming bowl of beef soup and rice. And the little boy took a piece of radish kimchi and chewed it in his mouth just like his grandmother had done before.
"Send a bowl to the boy as well." The boss's wife said intolerantly.
"That little boy is now learning that he will be full even if he doesn't eat!" The boss replied.
The grandmother, who had eaten her food with great relish, asked her grandson, "Should I save some for you?"
Unexpectedly, the little boy patted his little tummy and said to his grandmother, "No, I'm very full, grandma, look ......."
----- thoughts of kindness to help grow a seedling, a seedling can become a forest, everyone has love, society has love.
6:The world's most delicious instant noodles
He was a single father raising a seven-year-old boy on his own. Whenever his child comes back from playing with friends and getting hurt, he feels the lack of his deceased wife
leaving him with a deep sense of sadness that comes from the bottom of his heart. This is what happened on the day he left his children behind on a business trip
. Because he had to catch a train, he didn't have time to eat breakfast with his child, so he left the house in a hurry. He was worried about whether the child had eaten or not,
whether the child would cry or not, and he could not stop worrying. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life. The first thing I did was to ask him to stop worrying about the situation," he said. However, because of the anxiety in my heart, I finished my work hastily and set off on my way home. When he returned home, his child was already asleep
and he was relieved. He was so tired from the trip that he was completely drained. When he was about to go to bed, he was suddenly surprised that there was a bowl of spilled noodles underneath the quilt
!
"That boy!" In a fit of rage, he hit his sleeping son's buttocks.
"Why are you so misbehaving and making dad angry? You've been so naughty, getting the quilt? Who are you going to wash it for?" It was the first time
he had physically punished a child since his wife passed away.
"I haven't ......" the child huffed in defense, "I haven't been naughty, this ...... this is for Daddy's dinner."
It turned out that the child had made two bowls of instant noodles to match the time his father came home, one for himself and the other for his father.
But because he was afraid that his bowl of noodles would get cold, he put it under a quilt to keep it warm.
Dad heard this and hugged his child tightly without saying a word. He looked at the half-soaked noodles left in the bowl and said, "Ah !
This is the most delicious instant noodles in the world," he said.
----Children have dignity even when they are young, and if parents realize they have wronged their children, they should be brave enough to say, "I'm sorry!
Beautiful kisses
A few years ago, at the Seattle Paralympics, nine physically or mentally challenged children lined up neatly on the 100-meter speed line.
When the gun went off, all of them ran. They are not exactly running at speed, but they are all full of joy to run the whole distance and to win. Suddenly, a boy fell down on the track, he got up strongly, fell down again, he got up strongly ...... several times in a row, the boy finally cried. The other eight children heard the boy's cry and slowed down to a stop. Then turned and ran back, without exception.
At this point, one of the children suffering from hypophobia bent down and kissed the boy gently on the face and said, "This will make you feel better."
Then the nine children walked arm in arm to the finish line.
The entire crowd at the stadium was on their feet, applauding and cheering in waves for almost ten minutes.
We are not afraid of congenital defects, not afraid of acquired deficiencies, as long as there is love in our hearts, we will win the splendor on the runway of life.
Moved elementary school students 100 stories of the second father
In 1948, on a ship across the Atlantic Ocean, there was a father with his young daughter, to join his wife in the United States.
One morning, the father was in the cabin peeling apples with a belt knife when the ship suddenly rocked violently, and when the father inadvertently fell, the knife stuck in his chest. The man's whole body trembled and his lips were instantly black and blue.
The six-year-old daughter was shocked by her father's instantaneous change, and screamed and pounced over to try to help him, but the father smiled and pushed away his daughter's hand: "It's okay, just a fall." Then gently picked up the knife, very slowly and very slowly climbed up, unobtrusively wiped away the blood on the blade with his thumb.
For the next three days, as usual, the father grew a lullaby for his daughter every night, tied a beautiful bow for her in the morning, and took her to see the blue of the sea. It was as if everything was going on as usual, and the little girl could not yet notice that each minute her father was weaker and paler than the last, and that he was looking out over the horizon with such sadness.
The night before his arrival, the father came to his daughter and said to her, "When you see mom ** tomorrow, please tell mom that I love her."
The daughter asks in disbelief, "But why don't you tell her yourself when you see her tomorrow?"
He smiled and leaned over to leave a deep kiss on his daughter's forehead.
The ship arrived in New York Harbor, and the daughter instantly recognized her mother in the throngs of people, and she cried out, "Mommy! Mom!" At that moment, there was a sudden gasp of surprise, and the daughter turned around and saw her father had fallen on his back, with blood spurting from his chest, suddenly coloring the entire sky ......
The results of the autopsy stunned everyone: the knife had pierced through his heart with uncanny precision, and he had lived for three more days, unnoticed by anyone. The only possible explanation is that the incision was so small that the severed myocardium stuck together as it was and maintained its blood supply for three days.
This is a rare miracle in the history of medicine. At the medical conference, there was talk of calling it the Miracle of the Atlantic, some suggested naming it after the dead man, and others said it should be called the Great Miracle ......
"That's enough." It was an old doctor sitting in the chief chair, whiskered and wrinkled with the wisdom of life, who at this moment gave a loud cry, and then said, word for word, "The name of this miracle is called Father."
100 Stories That Moved Elementary School Students No. 3: Equal Shares of Life
The boy was dependent on his sister. His parents died early and she was his only family. So the boy loved his sister more than he loved
himself. However, disaster struck these two unfortunate children once again. His sister contracted a serious illness and needed a blood transfusion. But the hospital's blood is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay for any of it. Even though the hospital has waived the cost of the operation, his sister will still die without the blood transfusion. As his sister's only relative, the boy's blood type matches that of his sister. The doctor asked the boy if he was brave and if he had the courage to endure the pain of having his blood drawn. The boy began to hesitate, and after some thought, the 10-year-old brain finally nodded.
When the blood was drawn, the boy was quiet and didn't make a sound, just smiled at his sister in the neighboring bed. After the blood was drawn, the boy asked in a shaky voice, "Doctor, how long will I live?"
The doctor was about to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but on second thought was struck by the boy's bravery: in the boy's 10-year-old brain, he thought he would lose his life with a blood transfusion, but he was still willing to transfuse blood to his sister. In that moment, the decision the boy made was one that took a lifetime of bravery and a determination to die.
Sweat seeped from the doctor's palms as he held the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry, you won't die. Blood transfusions don't throw away lives."
The boy's eyes glowed: "Really? Then how many more years can I live?"
The doctor smiled and said lovingly, "You'll live to be 100 years old, young man, and you're healthy!" The boy jumped up and down with joy. When he was sure he was really fine, he took his arm again - the arm from which the blood had just been drawn - and, with his head held high, said solemnly to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister, and we'll both live 50 years each!"
All were shocked, this is not a child's thoughtless promise, this is the most selfless and innocent promise of mankind.
100 Stories That Moved Elementary School Students
No. 4 Honesty is Priceless
After dinner, Washington's father called the whole family together very seriously. He looked at everyone and questioned, "Who cut down my cherry tree? Do you know how much this cherry tree cost me to buy!"
Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, some said, "It wasn't me." Some whispered privately. Only Washington sat on the side, lowered his head and did not speak.
It turned out that he was terrified, never thought he had made a big trouble. A few days ago, his father bought a new axe, Washington wanted to try this axe sharp or not to come to the family's large orchard. The orchard planted many apple trees, cherry trees. Washington swung the axe to a small cherry tree. "Chop, chop", the small cherry tree immediately appeared a few deep cuts ......
"What to do? Should I tell the truth?" Washington felt his father's stern gaze on him and the others talking about him. He hesitated, really wanting to hide from this embarrassing moment.
Suddenly, Washington remembered something. He looked at his dad, stood up and said, "Dad, I can't lie. I chopped down the cherry tree with an axe." Everyone looked at Washington in surprise. Dad stared at him for a moment, then slowly broke into a smile. He said happily, "Good boy, your honesty is worth more than a thousand cherry trees!"
The 100 stories that moved the elementary school students
The fifth only look at the possessed
There is a woman, since childhood, suffered from cerebral palsy, this disease will make the limbs lose balance, hands and feet will often move, and even speech is not clear, the mouth is always reciting the vague words.
Such a person, in the eyes of ordinary people, has lost the ability to express themselves verbally and the possibility of a normal life, not to mention what the future and happiness.
But this woman relied on her tenacity to get into the prestigious University of California, and obtained a doctorate in art. She relied on the paintbrush in her hand, and a good hearing, to express her feelings.
At one of her lectures, a high school student ventured to ask her, " You've grown up looking like this, may I ask what you think of yourself?"
She smiled, and very frankly wrote these lines on the blackboard:
One, I'm so cute;
Two, my legs are very beautiful;
Three, my mom and dad love me so much;
Four, I can draw;
Five, ......
Finally, she concluded with the statement, "I only look at what I have, not what I don't have."
If our eyes are always fixed on the defects, life will be hopeless, only look at what we have, what an exuberant attitude towards life.
100 Stories That Moved Elementary School Students Continued
No. 6 Remembering Other People's Feelings
One day, in the lobby of the children's club, an apologetic staff member was comforting a four-year-old child.
It turned out that the staff member, through a momentary lapse of judgment, had left the Australian child on the tennis court at the end of the lesson. When she realized that the number was wrong, she quickly ran back to the court and brought the child back. The child was crying and exhausted from the shock of being alone on a remote tennis court.
It was at this point that the child's mom showed up and was very worried as she watched her child cry inconsolably.
If you were the mom, what would you do, yell at the staff member, or angrily take the kid away and never join the club again?
This mom knelt down to comfort her child and rationally told her, "It's okay, that sister was very nervous because she couldn't find you, so now you have to kiss that sister on the cheek and comfort her!"
The four-year-old stood on her tiptoes and kissed the staff member squatting beside her, gently telling her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay!"
When you feel sad, don't forget the feelings of others.
(Even when we are hurt again, don't forget the feelings of others, because the person who made you hurt may be beating himself up for hurting you.)
100 Stories That Moved Elementary School Students Continued
No. 7 Sowing for the Harvest
In a distant desert there was an oasis, and an old man was on his knees, digging in the sand with a shovel.
A traveler passes by the oasis and stops to give water to his camel. He sees the sweaty old man and goes up to him and says hello, "How are you, grandpa?"
"Hello." The old man replied without stopping his work.
The traveler asked, "What are you digging here in this heat?"
"I'm planting seeds." The old man said.
"What are you planting here?"
"Planting dates." The old man said.
"Dates?!" The traveler said in amazement, with a look as if he had heard the stupidest thing, "Your brain is roasted, moncler, come on, or put down your shovel and come with me to the store for a drink."
"No, I've got to finish sowing the seeds first, then we can have a drink." The old man said.
"Tell me, moncler, how old are you?" The traveler asked.
"I don't know, sixty, seventy, or eighty ...... I forget ...... but it doesn't matter."
"Grandpa, it takes more than fifty years for a date palm tree to grow up, and only after that can it bear fruit. I hope you can live a long life and live to be a hundred years old, but by then it will be hard for you to reap the fruits of today's labor. It's better not to do it." The traveler advised.
"The dates I eat were planted by those who came before me, and those who sowed the seeds did not dream of eating the dates they grew. I am sowing today so that future generations can eat the dates I planted ...... Though I also do not really know who will eat the dates I planted, I think the hard work will be worth it."
After hearing the old man's words, the traveler said, "Thank you very much for this lesson, please accept my tuition." With that, he handed the old man his money bag.
"Thank you for the money, my friend. You see, that's how things often are. You think I can't reap the fruits of my labor, but before I've finished sowing, I've reaped a bag of money and a friend's gratitude." The old man said with a smile.