It's morning class, and I get up late, and I'm afraid of seeing it. Pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info and Mr. will teach the word divider, I can't bear a word, want to learn and be happy in the suburbs.

The sun is warm. After the sawmill, the general soldiers are in the green fields, in front of the green forest, and the thrush is singing in the new branches. This scene is interesting! Fortunately, I held myself and ended up in the West School. Pass the town office and see the crowd in front of the show. After two years, the unknown is heard in Si. War North, Lesson Recruitment, Military Order. I didn't stop, but thought: "Resurrection and change." ”

The blacksmith Huasit, with his disciples, came to watch, saw me and shouted: What is the disease! Son, you will not miss the deadline!

Presumably, the more urgent the step. When I went to Mr. Hammel's school, I couldn't stop wheezing. In the past, when teaching, the sound of closing the table, the sound of covering the ears and chanting, the sound of the ring ruler buckling the case, the gentleman shouted "quiet", and the noise was heard in the road. I try to enter with this. Today is a holiday, and there is no way to take advantage of it.

From the peep, the classmates are in their own places, and the gentleman patrols with the ring ruler. I have no other way out, but I go straight to the door, bear the eyes of everyone, my face is ashamed, and my heart is worried. Mr. Weiyi didn't let him, and Wen Yu said: "The kid is sitting, and he will teach, don't worry." ”

I sat down on the stool, and my heart was a little calm. Naijian Mr. is dressed in a formal dress, tied a bow tie, and wears a silk crown with a text. Xiang Wei Xuezheng came in person, and presented the award to the book. The room is solemn again, the back seat is empty, and there are squires, including the old mayor, the post officer, and Hao Suo, etc., describing sorrow. Hao Sue actually carried the spine of the spine, spread it on his knees, and put his glasses on it.

I am very different. Mr. Hummel took his seat, his demeanor was as frugal and dignified, and he said: "My son, the French lesson will be exhausted today." There is an order in Berlin, and Alsace is in order with Lorraine, but German is the order. The new division will arrive the next day. The teaching of the Chinese language is absolutely superior to Siye! May you learn from it. "I was saddened when I heard it. Belch! Thief! The change of the notice is like this!

Alack! The teaching of the Chinese language is now unparalleled! I can't write and I can't get used to it. What is it? Before learning, the raccoon skates, Yi is happy for him, and now he regrets it! Grammar and history books are hard to carry on paper, and they are very tired of it. Now if you are an old friend, you can't bear to give up. The same is true of Mr., I will not see you again, thinking of Yusi, the resentment of the punishment in the past, the pain of the precept, and the insignificant.

Alas! Mr! Huafu is a trick for this, thinking that Ji is also. I know! The squire is also listed here, which seems to say that he also regrets not coming often! Today, I thank Mr. Xie for 40 years of singing, and I feel the loss of the country.

Suddenly, Mr. called me, and it was worth me to recite. Oh no! If it helps me to penetrate the grammar of participles, the sound is loud and accurate, and there is no mistake, then I have nothing to spare. However, he was ignorant and indistinguishable, but he looked left and right, depressed, and did not dare to look forward.

But Mr. Wen said: "Yu does not reprimand you, little Francis." It is expected that you will be self-conscious, good, and so. The gentlemen said: 'The spring and autumn are long, and it will not be too late to learn from the sun. 'What do you know?' Tomorrow is the misfortune of the Alsatians! Teach people to be honest: 'Hey! Calling the French in vain? Since he is a native speaker, he can't write in his hands and can't speak in his mouth. 'Woohoo! We should all reflect on ourselves, and it is not the fault of little Franz alone. or let respect and merciful wealth and ignore learning, so that you put down your pen and plow, and release the scroll of the yarn; or the rest of the greed and slackness in class, in the name of teaching words, the line refers to the fact of a gardener; Or maybe Yu abandoned his teacher because of his addiction to fishing...... Shame on you! ”

Anyway, Mr. said one thing and that, as far as French was concerned. It is said that it is indeed clear and beautiful, and we must remember not to forget. It is also said that the slave of the country is dying, and he does not forget the ethnic language, if he has the key to the dark prison, he may be able to do it. Then grammar is taught. The said is shallow, and there is no confusion. Amazing! But Jue Wu has never been devoted to learning like this, and Mr. has never been kind to him. Alas, sir! I can't hate to pour my heart into my chest, and pour it into the top of all beings!

After the grammar class, and then learn the words, Mr. gave a new post, round show words, said: "France"; Said: "Alsace". Hanging on the desk iron, waving like a national flag. All living beings have no distractions, silence and quietness, and the sound of the pen is sandy. At that time, there are people who are ignorant and ignorant, even if they are childish. The roof pigeon cooed, and wondered: "Can you force your song to be in German?" ”

I saw that Mr. was sitting still, looking around, as if he wanted to collect all the things in the room. Sad husband! Mr. In the past 40 years, I have not left it. The peach and plum in front of the hall, and the lush wisteria flowers on the eaves are all cultivated. The walnuts in the courtyard are long with the guests, and the tables and chairs during the banquet are accompanied by the monarch's decline. Alack! Mr. Say goodbye to Si the next day, and will give it up! How can I say goodbye to my sister's whole bag? Don't be sad!

Alack! Despite this, he continued to teach. After learning the words, followed by history. End. This is followed by phonological enlightenment. In the back seat, Hao Sue was already wearing glasses, reading the book, and his emotions were agitated and his voice vibrate. When I heard it, I laughed and was sad. Belch! The last lesson, I will never forget.

The church bell strikes twelve. The prayer bell followed. The Prussian army horn closed. Mr. up, the color is miserable, and the majestic is very different from the past. The dialect "all gentlemen and my friends" was choked up. He turned around and took the pen, moved his whole body and wrote: "Long live France!" Hou Mu Ran was stunned, leaned against the wall, and waved his hand to show that the class was dismissed.

Postscript: Mr. Kuchigi feels that the ancient text is out of Mr. France's "The Last Lesson", which is translated by the Chinese language to warn colleagues. At the beginning, the cheap favor was placed below. Yu Mu is high, deeply ashamed to lift, frightened and arrogant, mixed dog tail in mink fur, and finally this article.

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I went to school late that morning, and I was afraid that Mr. Hummel would scold me, and that he had said that he would ask us participles. But I couldn't even say a word. I guess I should stop going to school and go out into the wilderness.

The weather is so warm and so sunny!

The thrush sings like a song by the edge of the woods; On the grass behind the sawmill, Pru soldiers were drilling. These scenes are much more interesting than the use of words; But I was able to control myself and hurried to school.

As I walked past the town hall, I saw many people standing in front of the billboard. In the last two years, all the bad news has come from there: defeats, requisitions, orders from the headquarters - and I have not stopped, but I have only thought in my heart: "What has happened again?"

The blacksmith Walcht, who was also crowded there with his apprentices, read the notice, and when he saw me running through the square, he called out to me: "You don't need to be so fast, boy, you will be in time to get to school anyway!" ”

I thought he was making fun of me, so I hurried out of breath to Mr. Hummel's little yard.

On weekdays, when school starts, there is always a commotion, which can be heard even on the street. The desks are open, the desks are closed, and everyone is afraid of being noisy and covering their ears and reciting loudly...... There is also a teacher holding a big iron ring ruler on the table and knocking tightly, "Be quiet, be quiet......

I had planned to sneak up to my seat while there was a commotion; But that day it was as quiet as Sunday morning. I looked in through the open window and saw that my classmates were all in their seats; Mr. Hummel, pacing to and fro, with the terrible iron ruler under his arm. I had no choice but to open the door and walk past the quiet classroom in front of everyone. You can imagine how red my face was and how panicked I was!

But not at all. When Monsieur Hummel saw me, he said very gently, "Sit down, little Francis, we are about to start our lesson, and we will not wait for you." "I sat down as soon as I jumped over the bench. My heart calmed down a little, and I noticed that our teacher was wearing his pretty green gown today, with a ruffled bow tie and a little embroidered black silk hat. He only wore this suit on the days when the inspector came to inspect or give awards, and the whole classroom had an unusual and serious atmosphere. What surprised me the most was that there were a number of townspeople sitting in the rows of benches behind me, which were always empty, and they were as quiet as we were. Among them were the old man Hao Chau, wearing his tricorn hat, the former mayor of the town, the former postman, and some others, all of whom seemed to be very sad. Haucer also carried a torn elementary reading book, which he opened and spread over his lap, with his large glasses lying horizontally on the book.

I was astonished to see this, and Mr. Hummel had already sat down in his chair and said to us in a soft and serious manner, as he had just spoken to me: "My children, this is the last time I will teach you. Berlin has already ordered that only German should be taught in schools in Alsace and Lorraine. The new teacher will be here tomorrow. Today is your last French lesson, and I hope you will study hard. ”

When I heard these words, I felt very sad. Ah, those bad guys, they put them on the bulletin board of the town office, that's what happened!

My last French lesson!

I barely know how to compose! I can't learn French anymore! Is that all there is to it? I didn't study well before, so I skipped class to look for a bird's nest and go ice skating on the Saar River...... How remorseful I am when I think of this! I thought I hated these textbooks, grammar, and history just now, and I was so heavy with them, but now they all seem to be my old friends, and I am reluctant to break up with them. And Mr. Hummel did the same. He's leaving, and I'll never see him again! Thinking of this, I forgot the punishment he gave me, and forgot the ruler I received.

Poor man!

He put on that beautiful gown to commemorate this last lesson! Now I understand why the old people in town are sitting in the classrooms. It seemed to tell me that they regretted not coming to school often. It was as if they were thanking our teachers for their forty years of faithful service, and to show their respect for the land that was about to be lost.

I was thinking about this when I suddenly heard my teacher call my name. It was my turn to endorse. God, if I could utter that famously difficult participle in French from beginning to end, loud and articulate, without the slightest mistake, I would pay any price. But I was confused by the first few words, and I had to stand there and stagger, so uncomfortable that I didn't even dare to lift my head. I heard Mr. Hummel say to me:

"I don't reproach you, little Francis, you must be uncomfortable enough, that's it. Everyone thinks like this every day: 'Forget it, there is time, and it is not too late to study tomorrow.' Now look at our results. Alas, it is the greatest misfortune of the Alsatians to always put off their studies until tomorrow. Now those guys have a reason to say to us, 'What? You say you're French, you don't even speak your own language, you can't write! ......'But, poor little Francis, it is not your fault alone, for we all have much to blame ourselves. ”

"Your parents don't care enough about your studies. In order to make a little more money, they would rather tell you to leave your books and go to the fields and work in the mills. What about me, don't I have a place to blame myself? Didn't I often ask you to drop your homework and water the flowers for me? When I go fishing, don't I just give you a day off? ……”

Then Mr. Hummel went from one thing to another, to the French Chinese. He said that the French Chinese language is the most beautiful language in the world, the most clear and the most precise; And we must keep it in our hearts, and never forget it, and that the people who have died and become slaves, as long as they keep their language firmly in mind, are like holding a key to open the prison door. At this point, he opened the book and talked about grammar. It's weird, I heard it all today, and I understand it all. He seemed to be talking about it very easily, very easily. I don't think I've ever listened so carefully, and he's never been so patient. The poor man seemed to be eager to teach us all that he knew before he left, and to stuff it into our minds at once.

After the grammar class, we went to the word practice class. On that day, Herr Hummel sent us a new notebook with beautiful round characters: "France", "Alsace", "France", "Alsace". These letters hung on the irons of our desks, like many small national flags fluttering in the classroom. One person is so attentive, and the classroom is so quiet! All I heard was the rustle of the pen on the paper. Sometimes some golden beetles flew in, but no one was paying attention, not even the youngest children, who were concentrating on drawing the "bar" as if it were a French word. The pigeons on the roof were cooing and whispering, and I thought to myself, "Aren't they going to force these pigeons to sing in German?" ”

Every time I looked up, I saw Mr. Hummel sitting in his chair, motionless, staring at everything around him, as if he wanted to take everything in this little classroom with his eyes. Just think: he has been here for forty years, with his little courtyard outside the window and his students in front of him; The desks and chairs that have been used for many years have been wiped out and worn out; The walnut trees in the yard grew taller; The wisteria he planted with his own hands now climbs around the window to the roof.

Poor man, why should he not be sad if he is to be parted with all this now? What's more, he saw his sister walking upstairs and packing her luggage! - They're leaving this place forever tomorrow.

But he had the courage to follow through on today's lesson. After the word lesson, he taught another lesson in history. Then I taught the beginner class to spell their ba, be, bi, bo, bu. In the back row of the classroom, the old man had put on his glasses, holding his elementary book in both hands, and spelled the letters with them. He was so emotional that even his voice trembled. Hearing his strange voice, we wanted to laugh and feel sad at the same time. Yes! I'll never forget this last lesson!

Suddenly, the church bell struck twelve. The prayer bell rang too. Outside the window there was the sound of the Prussian soldiers' trumpets - they had already taken their hands. Mr. Hummel stood up, his face pale, and I felt that he had never been so tall.

"My friends," he said, "I—I—"

But he choked, he couldn't go on.

He turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and with all his strength, wrote two large characters:

"Long live France!" (In French, "France" is one word, and "long live" is one word.) )

Then he stayed there, with his head against the wall, and without saying a word, he made a gesture to us: "School is over, - you go."