What are the lies about goodwill in history?

there are many! Metaphor; There is not a saying that a white lie is beautiful. When we tell some little lies for the happiness and hope of others, lies become understanding, respect and tolerance, which has magical power.

Let's take an example. There is a student who is not very good at long-distance running, but in a test, the teacher told him that his long-distance running speed is 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 that he had no talent for long-distance running, and he 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 could not represent the school at all.

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.

My eyes are always wet when I read the American short story The Last Leaf. 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. Isn't this the acme of lies?

A lie out of good wishes is the nourishment of life and the source of faith. It makes people ignite the fire of hope from their hearts, convinced that there is love, trust and emotion in the world, and thus find more reasons to laugh at life. A white lie endows humanity with spirituality, embodies the delicacy of emotion and the maturity of thought, and urges people to be strong and persistent, to strive for it involuntarily, and finally to overcome fragility and survive.

a lie from parents makes the face of a child who is not deeply involved in the world shine like a flower; The teacher's lie makes the wandering students no longer confused and grow better; A doctor's lie turns a fearful patient from destruction to rebirth ...

Dear friends, wake up. In fact, a white lie doesn't hinder honesty at all. Don't think that a white lie will hinder honesty, because as long as you think about others, a white lie is precious. It will neither cause a crisis of trust, nor defile civilization, nor distort human nature.

White lies have magical power, which encourages you to make progress again and again, and never give up for the dream in your heart. Because the future road is completely illuminated by happy mood, life becomes better.

if speaking frankly is a mistake, I choose lies.

if it is a kind of harm to tell the truth frankly and recklessly, I choose a lie.

if it's for yourself or others to stop suffering and sadness, what's the harm in telling more lies?

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village. She was unkempt, giggled at everyone and urinated openly. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spat at the woman, and some even stepped forward to kick her feet and told her to "get out of here". But she just didn't leave, and still giggled and wandered around the village.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. I haven't married a daughter-in-law. Grandma saw that the woman still had a few beauties, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. After she "renewed the incense" for my family, she was expelled. Although my father was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother held her. She gave birth to a grandson with a handle ".However, when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.

My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted in front of her," Here, give it to me ... "

My grandmother ignored her.

I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, Niang is a madman. Whenever she has a request to hug me, Grandma always stares at her and tells her, "You don't want to hug the baby, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly hugging him, I'll kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I'll kick you out." When Grandma said this, there was no ambiguity. Mom understood, and her face was full of fear. Every time she just looked at me from a distance. It was my grandmother who fed me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "mental disorder" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the mire of poverty. Especially after adding my mother and me, the family often couldn't open the pot. Grandma decided to get rid of my mother because she not only ate "idle rice" at home, but also made trouble from time to time. One day, Grandma cooked all day. Mother just put a big meal in her mouth, and she was very surprised when she heard the "marching orders" issued by her grandmother. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. She looked at me in her arms and whined inarticulate, "No, don't …" Grandma's face suddenly fell, and she took out her dignified paternalism and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn?" Just leave after dinner, you hear me?

"After that, Grandma took out a hoe from behind the door, and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound of" dong ".Niang was shocked, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her, and tears fell on the glistening rice.

Under the glare of * * *, Niang suddenly had a very strange move, and she put a bowl. Then she looked at her grandmother piteously.

Grandma froze. It turned out that Mother told her that she would only eat half a bowl of rice every meal, just begging not to drive her away. * * * Her heart seemed to be severely pulled. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was also fake. Grandma didn't overdo it, and she kept her tears back, and then she said with a straight face, "Eat quickly, eat quickly." "instead, mother came over and put her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. it turned out that she wanted to hug me.

grandma was depressed, but she handed me the baby. for the first time, she hugged me in her arms and smiled broadly. grandma was nervous, so she put her hands under me, for fear that her crazy strength would come up and put me. Then I turned around and closed the door.

When I was in a daze, I found that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father for it and my grandmother for it, and they said that your mother was dead. But my friend told me, "Your mother is crazy, and your grandmother drove her away." I went to my grandmother for wrangling, asking her to return my mother and calling her ". Still alive?

Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, actually came back. On that day, several friends flew to tell me: "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out, and my parents and grandparents followed me. This is the first time I saw my mother after I remembered. She was still in rags. God knows I spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn't dare to enter the house, but she faced my house, sitting on the stone mound in the rice field in front of the village, with a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched for her son from among us. In the summer of 2, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately from overwork, and life at home was even more difficult. My high school also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I could continue to study.

Because I live in school and study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 5 yuan, so the burden of delivering vegetables for me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door helps me copy pickles, and then I give them to my mother. The 2-kilometer narrow mountain road is firmly recorded, rain or shine. Niang is not crazy at all. Apart from maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On April 27th, 23, it was another Sunday. My mother came, bringing me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite and asked her with a smile, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from?" "Mom said," I ... I picked it ... "I didn't expect Mom to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her:" Mom, you are really getting more and more capable. "Mom smiled.

Before she left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and Mom replied. I always left Mom, and I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day. But she has been on this road for three years, so it can't be wrong. My aunt asked, "Your mother didn't say anything? "I said no, she brought me more than a dozen wild peaches. My aunt clapped her hands and said," Bad, bad, maybe it's on this wild peach. "My aunt asked me for leave, and we went back along the mountain road to look for it. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees, and several peaches were hung on the peach trees sparsely, which were preserved because they grew on cliffs. At the same time, we found a peach tree with traces of broken branches, and there were hundreds of them under the tree. "I said," Auntie, don't scare me ... "Auntie threw herself at me and walked into the valley ...

Niang was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She was still holding one tightly in her hand, and her blood had already solidified into heavy black. I was so sad that I hugged her tightly and said," Niang, my pain?

Niang was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still clutched one tightly in her hand, and her blood had already solidified into a heavy black color. I was so sad that my five internal organs were torn, and I hugged her tightly and said, "Mom, my bad karma mother, I regret that this peach is sweet. My son killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a rich day alive ..." Crying stones all over the hills accompanied me to tears ...

On August 7, 23, on the 1th day after Mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road that Mother had walked, through those wild peach trees, through the rice field in front of the village, and flew straight into my house. I inserted this late letter in Mother's cold grave: "Mother, my son is promising. You can smile and die! "