Famous aphorisms:
Sometimes people hate flattery, but they only hate the way it is flattery.
——Larochevko
He who defends himself denounces himself.
——Tolstoy
Silent innocence often touches people’s hearts more than words.
——Shakespeare
Life cannot bloom brilliant flowers from lies.
——Heine
Rumors are things that get stronger the more they spread.
——M.H.W.
Example:
There was a student who was not very good at long-distance running, but in a test, the teacher told him His long-distance running speed was faster than other students, and he also said that he had the opportunity to represent the school in competitions and told him to work hard. The student was very excited after hearing the teacher's words, because he who always thought that he had no talent for long-distance running could actually represent the school. Participate in competitions. From that day on, he really fell in love with long-distance running and insisted on running every day. After a while, he was actually selected to represent the school in the competition.
The novel "The Last Leaf" by the famous American writer O. Henry tells the story of a white lie. When the sick old man looked at the withering leaves and felt desolate and despairing, the loving painter used a carefully sketched green leaf to decorate the withered tree of life, thus maintaining the dying light of life for a while.
There was once a teacher who made a lie and said that he could predict the future for his students: you might become a mathematician in the future, he might be a writer, which one has artistic talent... Under the guidance and influence of the teacher Through education, encouragement and shaping, children become diligent, sensible and eager to learn. A few years later, a large number of students entered the university with excellent results, and the village became famous for it. People think that this old teacher can calculate and perceive the future. In fact, the teacher’s good intentions are to plant a beautiful lie in the heart of the child, just like sowing a seed in the soil, which will eventually flourish. Mao, blossom and bear fruit.
Two people took their children to climb a mountain. The child is not very old, about eight or nine years old. The mountain is very high, even as high as the clouds. What's on the other side of the mountain? Neither father knew. Because neither father has gone beyond the mountains and the ocean.
A child asked his father: What is on the other side of the mountain? The father said: It is a mountain. The child asked again: Where is that side of the mountain? My father said: It’s still a mountain. The child asked: Dad, have you never been to the other side of the mountain?
My father shook his head and said: Not only have I never been there, but neither has your grandfather or your grandfather’s grandfather.
The child looked at the layers of mountains, and his eyes were tired. The child lowered his head.
Another child also asked his father: What is on the other side of the mountain? This father is me, and I told my son: It is a mountain. The child asked again: Where is that side of the mountain? Is there a sea?
The child's eyes were full of hope, and that hope was as tender as the grass that had just sprouted in spring. Looking at the child's pure eyes, I had to say to the child: Yes.
The child asked: Is the sea big? I said: Big. Very big. The child asked: Are there ships in the sea? I said: Yes. The boat is very big, it can hold a whole group of people in it!
The child showed surprise on his face, and then asked me: Dad, what else is there on the other side of the mountain?
I actually know nothing about the other side of the mountain. The other side of the mountain is an 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 on the other side of the mountain, including what you think of and what you can't imagine.
The child looked into the depths of the clouds, with curiosity and determination in his eyes. The child said, Dad, when I grow up, I must go to the other side of the mountain.
Thirty years in a blink of an eye. The two fathers who climbed the mountain back then are old. Once, we met again. Your face is full of vicissitudes of life, you see my face glowing with envy, and you ask me: Brother, how are you doing?
I said: OK. Where are you? You say: Do you think I look like a person living a good life now? I shook my head. You asked me again: How is the child?
I said the child is fine.
Now I am working in the city on the other side of the mountain and am the chairman of a company.
I asked how your child is doing?
You lowered your head. You said that now, like you, we farm at home. You asked me if I still remember when we climbed mountains together?
I said I remember. I said that my son is where he is today thanks to that mountain climbing trip.
You don’t understand. You said: That time, what you told your son was a lie. What you say about the other side of the mountain is like that, but in fact you have never been out of the mountain even once!
I said yes. What I told my son that time was a lie. It was precisely because I told lies to my son that I gave him the wings to fly. Only then did his heart walk out of the mountain.
I tell you: My son often tells me that he is where he is today thanks to that mountain climbing trip. It was that mountain climbing trip that made him realize that there were so many beautiful scenery and beauty outside.
You lowered your head. You said I was telling the truth to my children. You ask me: Am I wrong to tell the truth?
I said: You told the truth to your child, but it was this truth that took away the wings that the child wanted to spread, and shot down the child's flight in the sky. Although I lied to my child, I inflated his wings and gave his ambition to fly to the sky. I said: Sometimes, telling a child a kind lie is not a bad thing for the child!
You said you understood. When you explained clearly, two tears rolled out of your eyes. The tears were big and red.
I know that those tears and the lies I told are all about love!