Sometimes people hate flattery, but it's just a way of flattery.

La Rochev

He who defends himself will betray himself.

-Tolstoy

Silent innocence is often more touching than words.

-Shakespeare

Life cannot blossom brilliantly from lies.

Heine

Rumors are things that spread stronger and stronger.

——M.H.W

Example:

One student was not very good at long-distance running, but in an exam, the teacher told him that the speed of long-distance running was faster than other students, and that he had the opportunity to participate in the competition on behalf of the school and told him to work hard. The student was very excited after listening to the teacher's words, because he always thought that he had no talent for long-distance running and could actually participate in the competition on behalf of the school. From that day on, he really liked long-distance running and kept running every day. After a while, he was really chosen because he couldn't represent the school at all.

O'Henry's novel The Last Leaf tells a white lie. When the sick old man looked at the dead leaves and was desolate and desperate, the loving painter decorated the withered tree of life with a carefully sketched green leaf, thus maintaining a dying light of life.

Once a teacher told a lie that he could predict the future for his students: you may become a mathematician in the future, he may become a writer, and which one has artistic talent ... In the guidance, edification, encouragement and shaping of the teacher, the children become diligent, sensible and studious. A few years later, a large number of students entered the university with excellent results, and the village became famous. People think that the old teacher can pinch and calculate and can perceive the future. In fact, the teacher's good intention is to plant a beautiful lie in the child's heart, just like planting a seed in the soil, which will eventually grow sturdily and blossom.

Two people took their children to climb the mountain. The child is young, and he looks eight or nine years old. The mountains are very high, all above the clouds. What's that over the hill? Neither father knows. Because neither father walked out of the ocean.

A child asked his father, what's beyond the mountain? Father said: It's a mountain. The child asked again: What about the other side of the mountain? Father said: It's still a mountain. The child asked, Dad, haven't you been to the other side of the mountain?

Father shook his head and said, not only have I never been there, but also your grandfather and his grandfather have never been there.

The child looked at the layers of mountains and his eyes were a little tired. The child bowed his head.

Another child also asked his father, what's beyond the mountain? This father is me. I told my son: This is a mountain. The child asked again: What about the other side of the mountain? Is there a sea?

Children's eyes are full of hope, as tender as grass just sprouting in spring. Looking at the child's pure eyes, I have to say to the child: Yes.

The child asked: Is it Haida University? I said: big. Very, very big. The child asked: Is there a boat in the sea? I said, yes. The boat is big enough to hold a stockade!

The child showed a surprised expression on his face, and then asked me, Dad, what else is there beyond the mountain?

As a matter of fact, I know nothing about the other side of the mountain. The other side of the mountain is unknown to me. But looking at the child's curious eyes, I couldn't bear to hurt him, so I had to say: there is everything over there, what you think, what you can't think of.

The child looked at the depths of the clouds, and his eyes showed a kind of curiosity and firmness. The child said, Dad, I must go to the other side of the mountain when I grow up.

Thirty years is fleeting. The two fathers who climbed the mountain are old. Once, we met again. Your face is full of vicissitudes. You envy me when you see me blush. You asked me: Brother, how are you?

I said, okay. Where are you? You said: Do I look like a good person now? I shook my head. You ask me again: How is the child?

I said the baby was fine. Now working in the city beyond the mountain, I am the chairman of a company.

I asked how is your child?

You keep your head down. You said that now, like you, you farm at home. Do you ask me if I remember climbing the mountain together?

I said I remember. I said that thanks to that mountain climbing, my son got where he is today.

You don't understand. You said: That time, you lied to your son. What do you think of the other side of the mountain? In fact, you have never been out of the mountain once!

I said yes. What I told my son that time was a lie. It is because I told my son a lie that my son's flying wing stood up. To get his heart out of the mountains.

I'm telling you: my son often tells me that he owes what he is today to that mountain climbing. It was that climb that made him know that there were so many scenery and beauty outside.

You lowered your head. You said I was telling the truth to the children. You ask me: Is it wrong for me to tell the truth?

I said: you told the child the truth, but it was this truth that took back the wings that the child wanted to stretch and shot down the flight that the child originally belonged to the sky. Although I lied to the child, I pulled up his wings and gave him the ambition to fly to the sky. I said: sometimes, telling a white lie to a child is not a bad thing for the child!

You said you understood. When you made it clear, two tears rolled out of your eyes. Tears are big and red.

I know, those tears, like my lies, are all love!