Several photographers decided to give a tree.

In the early years, few foreigners set foot in the southern foothills of the Himalayas in Nepal. Later, many Japanese people came here for sightseeing, which is said to be because of the honesty of a teenager.

One day, several Japanese photographers invited a local teenager to buy beer, and the teenager ran for more than three hours.

The next day, the boy offered to buy them beer. The photographers gave him a lot of money this time, but the boy didn't come back until the afternoon of the third day. As a result, photographers talked about it and thought that the boy cheated the money away. On the third night, the boy knocked on the photographer's door. It turned out that he only bought four bottles of beer in one place, so he climbed a mountain, crossed a river, bought six more bottles, and broke three bottles when he came back. He took the broken glass in tears and returned the change to the photographer. All the people present were moved. This story deeply touched many foreigners. Later, more and more tourists came here.

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In the riverside park in new york, there is a monument to the soldiers killed in the Civil War, and many tourists come to pay homage to the dead every year. General Grant's grave is located in the north of the park. He was the 18 th president of the United States and the commander-in-chief of the Union Army during the Civil War. The mausoleum is tall, majestic, solemn and simple. There is a large green lawn behind the mausoleum, which extends to the boundary of the park and the edge of the steep cliff.

Behind General Grant's mausoleum, closer to the cliff, there is also a children's mausoleum. This is a tiny and ordinary grave, and you may ignore it anywhere else. Like most American graves, it has only a small tombstone. On the tombstone and nearby're signs, there is a touching story about honesty:

The story happened on 1797 more than 200 years ago. This year, when the little owner of this land was five years old, he accidentally fell off the cliff here and died. His father was heartbroken and buried him here and built such a small mausoleum as a souvenir. A few years later, family fortune fell and the old owner had to transfer the land. Out of love for his son, he made a strange request to the future landowner. He asked the new owner to take the child's mausoleum as a part of the land and never destroy it. The new owner agreed and wrote this condition into the contract. In this way, the child's mausoleum was preserved.

Times have changed, and a hundred years have passed. I don't know how many times this land has been sold or how many owners have changed. The child's name has long been forgotten by the world, but the child's tomb is still there. According to one sales contract after another, it was completely preserved. 1897, this land of geomantic omen was chosen as the cemetery of General Grant. The government became the owner of this land, and the tomb of the Unknown Son was preserved intact in the hands of the government and became the neighbor of Grant General Cemetery. The grave adjacent to the grave of a great historical creator and the grave of an unknown child may be a unique miracle in the world.

One hundred years later, 1997, in memory of General Grant, Giuliani, then mayor of new york, came here. It happened to be the centenary of the establishment of General Grant's mausoleum and the bicentennial of the child's death. Mayor Giuliani personally wrote this touching story and carved it on the wooden sign, standing next to the tomb of nobody, so that this honest story can be passed down from generation to generation. ...

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Once my mother took Lenin to my aunt's house as a guest. Little Lenin broke a vase in his aunt's house. So the aunt asked the children, "Who broke the vase?" Lenin, afraid of being criticized by menstruation, followed the other children and said, "Not me!" But my mother guessed that the vase was broken by naughty little Lenin, because the child was naughty and similar things often happened at home. But Lenin always took the initiative to admit his mistakes and never lied. She pretended to believe what her son said and never mentioned it. But to tell my son about virtue story, who is honest and trustworthy, waiting for him to admit it voluntarily. One day, Lenin burst into tears when his mother was telling a story, and told her painfully, "I lied to menstruation. I said I didn't break the vase, but I did. " Hearing that the child was ashamed, the mother patiently comforted him and told him that she would forgive him as long as she wrote to her aunt to apologize. So Lenin got up at once and, with the help of his mother, wrote to his aunt to apologize. From then on, Lenin never lied again, and when he grew up, he won the support of the people through the valuable quality of honesty.