Sometimes people hate flattery, but only the way of flattery.

-La Roshko

The person who defended himself turned himself in.

-Tolstoy

Silent innocence is often more touching than words.

-Shakespeare

Life cannot blossom brilliantly from lies.

-Heine

Rumors are getting stronger as 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 that he was faster than other students, and he also said 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 he had no talent for long-distance running. From that day on, he really liked long-distance running, and kept running every day. After a while, he was really chosen because he could not represent the school at all.

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 withered 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.

There was once a teacher who told a lie that he could predict the future for his students: you may become a mathematician in the future, and he can be a writer, which one has artistic talent ... In the guidance, edification, encouragement and shaping of the teacher, the children became 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. People think that this 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 mind, just like sowing a seed in the soil, which will eventually flourish and bear fruit.

two people took their children to climb the mountain. The child is not very old, he looks like eight or nine years old. The mountains are so high that they are all above the clouds. What's beyond the mountain? Neither father knows. Because neither father walked out of the ocean.

A child asked his father: What is beyond the mountain? Father said: it is 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 I have not been there, but also your grandfather and your grandfather's grandfather have not been there.

The child is tired of looking at the layers of mountains. The child bowed his head.

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

The child's eyes are full of hope, which is 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 ship is very big, and it can hold a stockade!

The child's face showed surprise, and then he asked me: Dad, what else is there beyond the mountain?

I actually don't know anything 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 can't bear to hurt him, so I have to say: there is everything over there, what you think, and 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, when I grow up, I must go to the other side of the mountain.

thirty years is a snap. The two fathers who climbed the mountain were old. Once, we met again. Your face is full of vicissitudes of life. You are envious when you see my face is red. You ask me: Brother, how are you?

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

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

I asked how is your child?

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

I said I remember. I said that my son was today thanks to that mountain climbing.

you don't understand. You said: That time, you told your son a lie. What do you think about 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 wings were raised. Only then let his heart walk out of the mountain.

let me tell you: my son always told me that he was today thanks to that mountain climbing. It was that climb that let him know that there are so many scenery and beauty outside.

you lowered your head. You said I was telling the truth to the children. You ask me: Am I wrong 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 plucked up the child's wings and gave his ambition to fly to the sky. I said: sometimes, telling a kind lie to a child is not a bad thing for a child!

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

I know, that tear, like the lie I told, is all love!