Touching story 1
Zhu Ziqing is a professor in Tsinghua University. After the end of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, on the one hand, the American government supported Chiang Kai-shek to launch a civil war, on the other hand, it gained many privileges in China by signing treaties, and also stepped up its efforts to arm the defeated Japanese, posing a new threat to China. At that time, prices soared and commodities were scarce, and many people were struggling with hunger and death. The people are very dissatisfied with the United States and the Kuomintang government, and the voice of resistance is getting louder and louder. In order to support Chiang Kai-shek, the United States sent some flour, saying that it would "help" the people of China and let the people of China "thank" the United States and not oppose it.
Zhu Ziqing saw through the intention of the United States and thought that American relief was an insult to the people of China. Together with some scholars, he solemnly signed his name on a declaration. That declaration stated that it resolutely refused American "aid" and did not accept American flour. At that time, Zhu Ziqing suffered from a serious stomach trouble. His body is very thin, weighing less than 40 kilograms. He often vomits and even can't sleep all night. Refusing to receive relief powder means that the monthly living expenses will be reduced by 6 million French francs, making life more difficult. But in order to maintain China's dignity, he resolutely rejected those "rewards" with ulterior motives. He wrote in his diary: "I firmly believe that my signature is correct." Because we oppose the US policy of arming Japan, we should not shirk our responsibilities if we want to take direct action. "
Two months later, Zhu Ziqing died of poverty due to illness. He would rather starve to death than insult "relief", showing the dignity that a China person should have.
Touching story 2
I teach at St. Mary's Church in Ponte Lake, New Jersey. On June+10, 5438, in a religious class, I announced my plan to my 8-year-old classmates: "I hope all my classmates can do some extra work near the school and earn some money." I said, "then use this money to buy some food for Thanksgiving dinner and give it to those who may not even have a decent dinner."
I want the children to experience for themselves what the book says: giving is more enjoyable than receiving. I want them to understand that faith is not only about knowing and saying some beautiful thoughts and words, but more importantly, what people should do to make it a living reality. I hope they can personally feel that they have the power to change their lives.
In the week of Thanksgiving, boys and girls came to the classroom early, proudly holding their hard-earned money. They rake leaves for this, as can be seen from the blisters on their hands. They set the table, wash the dishes and help take care of their younger brothers and sisters. Now, they can't wait, just want to go shopping quickly.
I took care of them when they shuttled back and forth in the aisle of the supermarket. Finally, when we were pushing a car full of turkeys and colorful side dishes to the checkout counter, suddenly, a child discovered the "New World" again, which made them gallop.
"Look! Flowers! " Christine shouted, and then the children flew like a whirlwind and rushed to the festival plant display.
I tried to persuade them to be practical and use the remaining money to buy more staple food and let them eat more. In vain, I finally had to say, "flowers are not edible."
"But, Miss Shylock," a harsh voice answered me, "we just want to buy flowers!"
Looking at so many neatly arranged flowers, I finally gave in. Many vases are filled with colorful flowers, including ochre, golden yellow and red like wine. Many exhibits have a pot of purple chrysanthemums embedded in the center, which is incompatible with other colors. "She will like this potted flower." When the children struggled to carry the purple plants to the car, they all thought so.
The town office gave us a name and address. This is a poor old woman who has lived alone for many years. Soon, we were bumping on a bumpy dirt road, looking for grandma's place. At this time, there is no such extraordinary atmosphere in the carriage. "You are squeezing me." A voice shouted. "I'm afraid to meet strangers!" Another said. I really doubt whether my preaching of "giving" and "accepting" can begin to work and be accepted by children among these children who are constantly writhing, giggling and pushing and shoving and that humble pot of purple chrysanthemums.
Finally, we finally stopped in front of a small house hidden in the Woods. A thin and tired old woman came to meet us at the door.
A group of my children hurried to move food. When the box moved in, grandma's exclamation made her little guests very excited. Grandma was surprised when Amy put the chrysanthemum pot on the cupboard. I think she must be thinking if it were a box of cereal or a bag of flour.
"Do you like to see such a pot of flowers here?" Michael asked, "I mean in this forest."
The old woman cheered up and told the children many stories about animals living around her. She also told the children how birds flew in groups and ate the crumbs she had put on the ground. "Maybe that's why God sent you to bring me food." She said, "Because I feed the birds with my own food."
When we get back to the car, when we fasten our seat belts, we can see directly into the house through the kitchen window. The old woman waved goodbye to us in the room, then she turned around, walked across the room, bypassed boxes of food, bypassed the turkey we gave her, bypassed the colorful side dishes, went straight to the bottle of chrysanthemums and buried her face in the petals. When she looked up, there was a smile on her lips. At this point, the tiredness on her face suddenly disappeared, and in our eyes, she seemed to be a different person.
The children became so quiet for the first time. At that moment, they saw their own strength and could make others' lives better.
And myself, I also learned something from it. This miracle does not come from the actual experience of adults, but from the naive and rich emotions of children. Children think that in this gloomy and dreary November, people sometimes need a funny purple flower!
Touching story 3
My friend used to teach in a remote mountain area.
The local people are poor and eat badly. Some children go to school in the morning and even go hungry. In order to help the children in these mountainous areas, the government provides each student with an egg for free every day.
After reading it in the morning, I began to hand out eggs, one for each person. Every family in the countryside raises chickens, but those adults have to change the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and they are reluctant to eat them. I didn't expect the school to give everyone eggs for free, which made the children excited. My friend still clearly remembers that on the first day of laying eggs, a boy swallowed the whole egg in one gulp, choking his eyes. The teachers patted him on the back, wiped his chest, poured boiling water, and finally helped the boy swallow the eggs. Every time I think of this scene, my friends are very sad. He knows that those poor children are so greedy because they seldom eat eggs once.
However, a few days after the eggs were distributed, something happened. Many children don't eat the eggs themselves, but hide them secretly after they get them. Why do they hide their eggs? Aren't eggs delicious? Of course not. It soon became clear that the children who hid the eggs secretly did not want to eat them themselves. They want to take the eggs sent to them home, give them to their grandmothers, or share them with their young brothers and sisters.
After learning this situation, the school made it compulsory for every student to eat eggs by himself and immediately after morning reading. In order to ensure that every student will eat the eggs given to them, the school has also formed a supervision team to inspect and supervise the process of students eating eggs every day. Friends are members of the supervision team.
Our friends told us that, unexpectedly, those children in the mountains came up with various ways to "fight wits and wits" with the supervisor in order to save the eggs sent to them and take them home.
There is a skinny boy who can't wait to get an egg every time. Exaggerated, he knocked on the table with an egg, peeled off the eggshell, and swallowed the egg with his mouth open. I'm still chewing loudly and eating with relish. My friend stood outside the classroom window for several days and finally discovered the boy's secret: every time he peeled it, he would quietly hide the egg in a plastic bag, put it in his mouth with empty hands and pretend to put it in his mouth. A friend asked him why he hid eggs. The boy said that both parents work in distant cities and come back only once every few years. He lives with his elderly and frail grandmother. He wants to take the eggs home for her to eat and let her mend her body.
There is a girl who always exaggerates when she gets eggs. Her mouth is full of white egg whites and yellow egg yolks. A friend carefully observed and found the problem. Every other day, the girl's mouth will bulge, and the next day, it will be the hollow sound of "yum yum". It turned out that she ate an egg every other day, and the egg of the previous day was hidden by her. One day, a friend came to her quietly and realized that her secret had been seen through by the teacher. The little girl bowed her head in embarrassment. She whispered that her family was poor and had no money to buy meat. The dishes she eats are basically garden dishes, and it is rare to have meat dishes. She saved an egg and took it home every other day, so that her mother could make it into a dish.
A friend said that every time I find a child hiding eggs, my heart will be both sour and warm; Sad and moved. These children hide their eggs in order to keep them and take them home for their families to eat. For these children in remote mountainous areas, eggs are delicious. They don't want to eat alone, but want to share it with their families. However, giving each student an egg every day is to hope that these children can grow up healthily. They are the future of the mountains, and eggs must be given to children. Therefore, the school tried its best to supervise, and once even asked the children to hand in the eggshells after eating them. Even so, many children try their best to save their eggs and take them home.
Once, a friend told a boy who often hid eggs that it was time for you to grow up. In fact, eating eggs from your school will make your family happier. The boy looked at him and nodded solemnly in agreement. When his friend finished speaking, the boy suddenly said to his friend, but, teacher, I will be happier if I leave the eggs with my grandmother. At that moment, my friend's eyes suddenly got wet.
My friend lamented that after living in the city for so many years, he never realized how strongly an egg touched him. Perhaps the best way is to keep these children and their parents away from poverty, hunger and suffering.
However, no matter how poor or how hard, an egg can give us endless warmth.
Touching story 4
It is only a four-hour drive from home after work, but I am too busy to go home for a year. On my way back from a business trip, I was in a hurry (I used to buy her a suit or nutrition). When I met my mother, I said, "Mom, I didn't bring you anything ..." "Mom didn't want anything. As long as you come back, I will be very happy!"
I have been thin since I was a child. My mother is most concerned about whether I eat fat outside, but I have been too busy at work recently and lost a lot of weight. I'm afraid she's worried, "Mom, have I lost weight?" Nothing, I will get fat after a while, because my future work will be easier. ""Not thin, fatter than before, hehe. " She comforted me in turn.
Go home in the morning, leave in the afternoon, and think about the sadness and old mother who can't accompany you. I can't express it. "Mom, I will kneel for you." My mother picked me up and said angrily, "silly child, get up quickly!" Now it is not before liberation, people will laugh when they see it. " But at this time, her tears and nose came down.
Touching story 5
The Yangtze River is the largest river in China. But in old China, for a long time, the shipping on the Yangtze River was monopolized by foreigners. Ships from Britain, France, America and Japan come and go on the river. China people have no shipping business of their own, and they have suffered a lot from cowardice. Lu Zuofu, a native of Hechuan, Sichuan, is patriotic and determined to establish the shipping industry of China nationality. He raised money everywhere, took the risk of using 8,000 yuan as collateral, bought back a small ship worth 30,000 yuan, and established Minsheng Shipping Company on 1926. That year, "Minsheng" sailed out of Chongqing Wharf with passengers, and China people began to have their own inland shipping industry.
Later, Minsheng Company developed into the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River and launched fierce competition with foreign companies. Some foreign companies, relying on the advantages of more ships and new equipment, want to crush Minsheng Company by drastically reducing prices. Lu Zuofu also showed no weakness, announcing that all Class A crew members of Minsheng Company were from China. At the same time, he strengthened management, treated passengers regardless of wealth, provided warm and thoughtful service, and prohibited flight attendants from accepting tips. In this way, Minsheng Company has won the trust of passengers with its excellent service and national self-confidence. Many passengers would rather postpone the date than take a foreign ship, just waiting for the ship at home. At that time, how significant it was to strengthen the national spirit and resist foreign aggression!
There are many patriotic industrialists like Fan Xudong and Lu Zuofu. With their wisdom and courage, they started modern industry and commerce in China and made great contributions to the prosperity of the motherland and the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. People will never forget them.
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