The original text of Dude's last lesson

Analysis:

This morning, he was late for school. He grew up in school. He told us that he was asking students. I didn't know what he was talking about. After a while, I want to take part in the championship game. It's too cold, great! In winter, people walk in the Woods, along the Ripel River and in the snow. Please give me some benefits and some suggestions. But she is our sister, so I want to go to school.

That morning, I went to school late and I was afraid of being scolded. In particular, Mr. Amer told us to take the test on the rules of word segmentation, and I didn't even know the first word. At this time, the idea of playing truant and running in other places appeared in my mind. The weather is so warm and sunny! I heard crows chirping at the edge of the grove, and the Prussians were practicing on the Ribel grass behind the sawmill. These are more attractive to me than the participle rules, but I resisted the temptation and ran to school at a faster speed.

By the way, I saw the first restaurant in the world that baked cakes on a small grill. Two days later, we went to the new mosque, old mosque, old mosque, old mosque and old mosque. I don't know why Please sing another song. When I bravely walked through this place and watched my son study on the train, I shouted:

Baby, don't go far. When did you arrive? Well done!

I put it in front of me and put it in my little garden.

When I passed in front of the village, I saw many people standing in front of the bulletin board. In the past two years, all the bad news, such as defeat, conscription and orders issued by the headquarters of the Prussian occupation army, came from there. I thought as I ran, "What now?"

When I ran across the square, the blacksmith Wacker, who was reading the notice with his disciples in front of the bulletin board, shouted to me, "Don't be in such a hurry, little fellow;" No matter how late you go, you won't be late! "I thought he was joking with me, so I ran out of breath into Mr. amal's small classroom.

Generally speaking, in order to improve the grade, people have a big food stall in the street, among primary school students and among primary school students. Do you think all of us like listening to music? What's on the table? A quiet person! ? . I sat on the train to the bank and couldn't see anything; However, on this day, everything was calm, and I was on a Sunday morning. In the evening, I think my friends will go somewhere else, and then I will go for a walk with a terrible boy. He left the port and entered a calm environment. Your mind is red, so it is ok! Uh, great! No. Mr. Hamel: I don't have a school, I don't have cement;

My little Franz, where are you? None of us know.

Usually, at the beginning of class, there will always be noisy noise, the switch sound of tilted desks, and the sound of students reciting texts loudly while covering their ears, which can be heard in the street. Mr. Wang's big ruler knocked on the table: "Quiet!" "

I'm going to use this noise to sneak into my seat. However, this day is different from usual. Everything is quiet, just like Sunday morning. Through the open window, I saw my classmates sitting neatly in their seats, and Mr. armel was pacing back and forth with that terrible iron ruler. We must push open the door of the classroom and walk into the classroom in this silence. Think about it, how embarrassed and scared I was!

But, no. Mr. Hamel looked at me, not angry, but said to me very gently, "Hurry back to your seat, my little Franz;" We are about to start our class. "

I want to go to the bank. I want to go to a student suite. Besides, if it's Mr. Madeleine Freire, I think we're mothers. This is a beautiful night, a black skirt and a black skirt, which will be inspected or distributed in a few days. Of course, all the classes chose extraordinary and sunshine. However, I want to add that we live in a quiet village with three corners. Old mayor; Ancient facts; Let others do it again. The whole world-the third part; His house is suitable for living in a big city near Genoa, and there are many books in it.

I stepped over the stool and immediately sat down on the seat. I calmed down a little from my panic. I didn't notice that our teacher was wearing his beautiful green robe, with a beautifully folded bow tie at the neckline and an embroidered black silk round hat on his head. This kind of clothing is only worn when high-level officials send people to visit the school or give prizes to the school. In addition, the whole classroom also has an unusual solemn atmosphere. However, what surprised me most was to see some villagers who were as reticent as us sitting on the benches in the classroom, including Auzel, an old man with a triangular hat, a former mayor, a former postman and others. All these people look sad; Old Auzel also brought an old literacy textbook with broken edges and corners, which was spread on his knees, and his big glasses were placed horizontally on the textbook.

I am a lonely person, I am a lonely person, and my voice and seriousness will never disappear. We know:

-My children, this is where you have classes. It is the only Alsace and Lorraine school in Berlin. New horse? Arrive at three o'clock. Hello, who are you? On Deflin? Artificial intelligence. I hope you can concentrate.

Just when I was surprised by all this, Mr. armel sat down in his chair and said to us in the gentle and solemn voice he had just spoken to me, "Children, this is the last time I will give you a lesson." The order from Berlin is that schools in Alsace and Lorraine are only allowed to teach German ... The new teacher will arrive tomorrow. Today is your last French class. I ask you to pay attention. "

This is a satire on me. Ah! Poor people, listen to your views on the city. Mom's here? On Deflin? ais！ And I'm crying! I don't like Jamaicans! He's resting! I've been waiting for you. When you have class, you can go to school or go to the seaside to play. I want to come again tonight, because I am a porter, and my grammar and history are like my friends. He gave me a good advice.

These words made me dumbfounded. Ah! These bad guys, this is the news they posted on the village bulletin board.

My last French class! ..... I just learned to write! You will never learn French! So much for French! How I regret wasting my time now! Regret that cut class once dug a bird's nest and went skating on the Saar River! My book, my grammar textbook, and my sacred history book were so annoying and heavy when I was carrying them on my back just now. Now, like an old friend, they make me inseparable.

I'm Mr. Hamel. I didn't know there would be more punishment, let alone what kind of punishment. Beggar!

And Mr Amir. As soon as I thought that he would leave and never see him again, I forgot the punishment and beating before. Poor man!

This is my honorary title, because I missed the wonderful time on Sunday, and now I still wonder what the village of Venus is like. It seems that you are sorry that you didn't go to college. Can you give me a job? About our mother? This is a service and a responsibility. ...

He wore beautiful holiday clothes to celebrate the last class. Now, I understand why all the old people in the village are sitting at the back of the classroom. It seems to say that they regret not coming to school often before. This is also like a way to show our teachers' excellent teaching for 40 years and their respect for the land that does not belong to them in the future ... "

This is my idea, and my name is his name. I want to travel. I don't know why I didn't know what to do for so long, because I didn't know what to do. However, I began to learn some major sports, and I began to look for a balancer in my bank, with no other leverage. Mr Hamilton asked me:

I was deep in thought when I heard someone calling my name. It's my turn to recite the rules of word segmentation. If I can recite this important word segmentation rule loudly, clearly and accurately from beginning to end, what price am I not willing to pay? However, I don't even know the first sentence. I stood in front of the stool, rocking from side to side, feeling very uncomfortable and afraid to look up. I heard Mr. Hamel say:

? I don't know, my little Franz, how did you do it ... Listen to what this is. "Bah! Hello, time is up ... Hello, Desmond. " Do you know it will arrive ... ah! ? A cathedral in Notre Dame de Alsace recalled the teaching situation at that time. "comment! Do you want to go to France? Yes, you don't know what you are talking about! ”Dans tout？ My poor Franz, you can't come again. We bid farewell to our Notre Dame.

I don't blame you, my little Franz. You may have had enough punishment ... that's the way it is. Every day, we say to ourselves: forget it! I have plenty of time. I will study tomorrow. Now, you know what happened ... alas! Our greatest misfortune in Alsace is to put off education until tomorrow. Now, those people have the right to say to us:' What! "You claim to be French, but you can neither speak nor write your mother tongue!" ..... My poor Franz, the culprit of all this is not you. Each of us has a lot to blame ourselves for.

? Your parents don't know what you are doing. You want to work on the earth or in a textile factory. I don't know who I am. I don't know why you put me at work. What can I do for you if you like? ...？

"Your parents didn't let you study hard. In order to earn more money, they would rather send you to work in the fields or cotton mills. As for myself, don't I have anything to blame myself? Don't I often ask you to water my flowers instead of studying? Didn't I give you a holiday when I wanted to catch trout? "

In addition, one day, Mr. Hamel talked with us in French. Similarly, she is also the best language, the best Claire and the best unity in the world. He put us in a prison, because he is a prisoner, he speaks a language, and he put me in a prison ... Could you please give us a grammar book? Open. Hello, I'm leaving now. All this will make me look easy, easy. I don't know why, because I don't have the patience to explain. When a poor man comes to you, you can use your wisdom to let us win a coup.

Mr Amir talked from one thing to another, and then began to speak French to us. He said that French is the most beautiful language in the world, the clearest language and the most rigorous language. We should master it and never forget it, because when a nation becomes a slave, as long as it keeps its own language, it is like mastering the key to opening a prison ... Then, he takes a grammar book and we begin to recite the text. To my surprise, I understood it so thoroughly. Everything he said seems easy to me, easy. I also feel that I have never listened so carefully, and he has never explained so patiently. The poor man seems to want to instill all his knowledge into us before leaving here, so that we can master it at once.

Lale? At the end, on the road of criticism. Today, Mr. Hamel gave us several examples: France, Alsace, France, Alsace. I put these little things in a small bottle, in a small bottle. It fell in front of me, and then I was silent! A hundred years ago, people used paper to wipe feathers. A moment when night comes; But some people don't pay much attention. I don't know if these little things are suitable for tracker B? T, with a core and a conscience, do I want to be in France? Advance information ... In the school classroom, pigeons are walking around in droves, while I am in a daze in the classroom:

? You never asked anyone, and you never asked anyone.

After the text was explained, we began to practice writing. On this day, Mr. armel prepared many brand-new card samples for us, which were written in beautiful round letters: France, Alsace, France, Alsace. These copybooks are stuck on the metal poles of our desks, just like many small flags flying in the classroom. You should know that everyone is so absorbed and the classroom is so quiet! I can only hear the rustling of the pen tip on the paper. Once, several scarabs ran into the classroom, but no one paid attention to them, even the smallest one. They are absorbed in practicing straight strokes, as if these strokes are also French ... On the roof of the school, pigeons are whispering. I listened and thought, "Will they force these pigeons to sing in German?"

At this time, when I saw a page, I saw a man sitting motionless in a chair, staring at the table, and I saw him in this small house ... Pensez! Since then, he has been staying in my seat, sitting with his face and his ass. Banks, students, students, cities, idioms; The judge of the Grand Court and the judge in charge of hearing this case consider this a criminal act. How do you think? For those poor people who give up their choice, this is a gift, in the room in heaven, on the train! The car was rented and you paid for all the money.

From time to time, I raised my eyes from my books and saw Mr. armel sitting motionless in his chair, staring at everything around him, as if to take everything away from this small classroom ... You can imagine! For forty years, he has been staying in this place, guarding the opposite yard and guarding the classroom that has never changed. Only the stools and desks in the classroom are polished by students; The walnut tree in the yard has grown tall, and his own hops have now climbed all over the windows and climbed onto the roof. How sad it is for the poor man to hear his sister packing in the upstairs bedroom and think that he will say goodbye to everything in front of him! Because they will leave tomorrow and leave their hometown forever.

Nevertheless, we still have the courage to face this problem. Can we talk? Who am I? On the historical stage; All of us are little angels. One day, two tenants lived in a house. They put two letters together. On the trip, his application is: his voice is trembling. Is he a doctor? This sentence means that we all envy you. Ah! I am a student in this class. ...

He has the courage to finish our class. After learning Chinese characters, we had a history class; Then the little guys sang Bieber together. At the back of the classroom, the old man Auzel put on his glasses, holding a literacy textbook in his hands and spelling with us. I found him equally attentive. His voice trembled with excitement, and it sounded funny, which made us want to laugh and cry. Oh! I will never forget this last lesson. ...

After two hours, I began to sing. At some point, Prussian soldiers began to practice shooting ... Mr. Hamel, how are you? On the chair. Jamas, I have no money.

Suddenly, the church bell struck twelve, and then the prayer bell. At the same time, the bugle of Prussian soldiers returning to camp after drilling echoed under our window ... Mr. Amir stood up from his chair and looked very pale. He has never looked so tall in my mind.

? I'm a friend, I'm a boy, I'm a boy ... Homework evaluation ...?

But Quirk chose Le Tuffert. I have never said a word.

Besides performing on the stage, with the support of all these forces, he also said:

? Long live France! ?

When he came back, he said, we can sign without talking.

? It's over ... hello. ?

"My friends," he said, "My friends, I … I …" But something blocked his throat. He didn't finish the sentence. At this time, he turned around, picked up a piece of chalk, and tried his best to write a few words as big as possible on the blackboard:

"Long live France!"

Then, he stayed there, leaning his head against the wall, without saying a word, just gestured to us with his hand:

"class is over ... you can go."