Little Franz was really angry when he saw Prussian soldiers practicing. He picked up a stone and threw it at them, but it was too far away.

It was raining lightly in the sky, and little Franz thought, Alas, God is sad that we have lost our land and can't speak French. Birds flying in the sky seem to feel sad for them, too. Walking on the road, people are also very sad in weather like this. The German flag was erected in the center of the town, and the French flag landed slowly. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he spat at the German flag. He went to the bulletin board and tore up the order not to teach French. I took a piece of paper and wrote: Long live France, Germans go away! We are French. We speak French. Unfortunately, a Prussian soldier saw it and beat up little Francis.

Soon, the story spread in the town, and the villagers regarded it as a hero.

Little Franz studied French at home instead of German at school. People in the town are still speaking French, and some people have joined the uprising troops. There are three principals who teach German. Little French people will never forget that they are French. Every morning, he would shout to the sky, "Long live France!" "

However, this was often beaten by Prussian soldiers, but he persisted. Finally, he joined the uprising troops. After years of fighting, he finally drove away the Germans and people were free again.

2. Continue to write the Last Lesson

Farewell, flowers in the yard; Farewell, birds in the yard; And you, dear Mr. Hamel, goodbye. ...

I turned around and wiped my tears with my hand.

When I walked into the street, Vahit, the blacksmith in the town, was packing his things with his disciples and preparing to escape from the city under his clutches. That unlucky thing, the bulletin board, is still standing in its place, but the people watching it are gradually gone. I probably don't want to be unlucky with it!

Cloudy and windy.

The thrush is still squatting on the tree in the morning, but it seems to be in a bad mood. Because it didn't sing as happily as it did in the morning, but stared at everyone on the road. Maybe it wants to find out the culprit from the crowd that makes everyone unhappy. This look, in the eyes of just people, represents everyone's voice; But if it is in the eyes of evil people like robbers, it will become horrible, terrible and a little creepy. On the grass behind the sawmill, Prussian soldiers ran with the slogan "121". They want to trample the whole city of Alsace under their feet. This kind of person is disgusting, I thought, and kicked the stones on the side of the road. Ouch! It hurts. Rotten stones, rotten stones, even you bully us, just like those bandits Prussian soldiers, big bad guys and rotten eggs.

I walked on and it was getting dark. At this moment, I suddenly had an idea: Does this indicate that we are getting closer and closer to the rule of darkness? Thought of here, I can't help shuddering.

3. Little Franz was walking on his way to school, thinking: After the last French class, I still didn't fully master French. I must learn French through my own efforts.

Little Franz was really angry when he saw Prussian soldiers practicing. He picked up a stone and threw it at them, but it was too far away.

It was raining lightly in the sky, and little Franz thought, Alas, God is sad that we have lost our land and can't speak French. Birds flying in the sky seem to feel sad for them, too. Walking on the road, people are also very sad in weather like this. The German flag was erected in the center of the town, and the French flag landed slowly. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he spat at the German flag. He went to the bulletin board and tore up the order not to teach French. I took a piece of paper and wrote: Long live France, Germans go away! We are French. We speak French. Unfortunately, a Prussian soldier saw it and beat up little Francis.

Soon, the story spread in the town, and the villagers regarded it as a hero.

Little Franz studied French at home instead of German at school. People in the town are still speaking French, and some people have joined the uprising troops. There are three principals who teach German. Little French people will never forget that they are French. Every morning, he would shout to the sky, "Long live France!" "

However, this was often beaten by Prussian soldiers, but he persisted. Finally, he joined the uprising troops. After years of fighting, he finally drove away the Germans and people were free again. After class, I walked alone in the street with my schoolbag on my back, feeling sad and angry, thinking: Why didn't I study so hard before? I skipped class to find the bird's nest and went skating on the Saar River ... Now it's too bad, the last lesson of this French class is over, and I can't learn French anymore. I regret it when I think about it. I wish I could go back to the past, take my first French class, start over and study hard. However, this is impossible.

I came home with a heavy heart. My mother saw me and came up to me and said, "children, I heard that you will never learn French again, and your teacher, Mr. Hamel, is leaving here." I said, "That's right, Mom. I ... I really regret that I didn't study hard at first, and now I can't even take French class. I really regret it! " As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes. "Don't be sad, son, just remember that you are French, even if you don't know French." Mom said: "In fact, your grades are poor, and our parents are also responsible. We never care about your study, never ask about your study, which makes you lazy and don't like studying. Don't we often let you work in the fields and don't let you study? Looking back now, I really regret it! " Say, say, dad's back. He said, "On the way here just now, I saw many students seeing off your teacher, Mr. Hamel. Why are you at home? " After listening to my father's words, I hurried out of the house and chased Mr. Hamel away.

I gently wiped the dust off my textbook and slowly stuffed it into my schoolbag. My eyes can't help but get wet at the thought that I can't have French class tomorrow and that Mr. Hamel can't teach herself any more. But when I saw Mr. Hamel's tall back, I seemed to hear Mr. Hamel's powerful voice again: "The French are the most backbone, and we will definitely win the final victory!" I suddenly became strong, held back my tears, grabbed my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom.

When passing by the blacksmith's shop, Vahit, the blacksmith, packed his luggage and said to his disciples, "We have become a conquered nation. To tell the truth, it's right to leave here. Maybe there will be another war one day! " When I heard this, I scoffed and my heart was sour.

At this time, it was already dark, and it began to rain lightly, as if God was also crying for Arthas. The cry of the thrush became sad and mournful, as if telling the sadness of losing the country. Prussian soldiers are still marching in a hurry "12 12". They swaggered and stamped their feet proudly on the land they plundered, looking like they were domineering. I don't give way, staring at these hooligans with hatred. A Prussian soldier shouted at me, "Come on, boy, they are all conquered people. Don't be honest!" " I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer and shouted, "Long live France! We belong to France! " Then he rushed frantically to the bulletin board of the city hall and tore the damn notice to pieces. Before I finished, I got a heavy blow on my forehead, fell to the ground and fainted.

In my lethargy, I dreamed that the French flag was flying over Alsace again. I became Mr. Hamel, standing in front of the podium, speaking French to the children and speaking French emotionally. ...