Stories that should be studied

Teach students not to ignore small problems　　

Tell students a story of "The Nail" by two brothers, the German linguist and folklore researcher Grimm. 　　

At the marketplace, there was a merchant whose business was booming, all his goods were sold out, and his pockets were stuffed with gold and silver.　　

At the moment he was going back and wanted to reach home before dark. So he tied the travel bag with the coins to his horse and set off on his horse.　　

At noon he came to a city to rest; and when he was about to start on his way again, the servant brought the horse to him and said, "Master, there is a nail missing from the iron palm of the horse's left hind hoof."　　

"Let it be missing," replied the merchant; "I shall only be gone six hours more, and the iron palm will not fall out in that time. I am in a hurry."　　

In the afternoon, the merchant dismounted again and asked his servant to feed the horse; the servant came to the small guest room where he was resting and said, "Master, the iron palm on the left hind hoof of your horse has fallen off; should I take it to the blacksmith?"　　

"Let it fall off," replied the master; "there are still two knives to go. The time will come, and the horse will be able to hold out in that time. I am still in a hurry."　　

The merchant went on his way, but after a short while, the horse began to limp; it limped for a short time, and began to stumble; stumbled for a short time, and then it collapsed and broke its leg. The merchant had to leave his horse, take off his travel bag and put it on his shoulder, and walk towards his home until late in the night. 　　

"What bad luck," said the merchant to himself, "it's all the fault of that damn nail!" This is wanting to be fast, but not fast enough!　　

Teach students to respect others　　

Tell students the story of "The Boy and the Echo" by English writer Dan Stolp.　　

A boy went to herd cows for the first time in his life. He and the cow climbed a high mountain and a valley was revealed to him, with a dense forest of spruce trees in full view. The woods made a beautiful echo that could not be heard anywhere else: the boy knew nothing about it.　　

The boy began to play the reed flute while looking for tasty and fresh grass for his animals. The pastoral song was very pleasant to the ear; unexpectedly, there was an echo from far away. But the boy did not know what was going on and looking around, he could not see a single figure, so he could not help saying to himself, "Who is playing the reed flute there?" The...　　

"Who is playing the reed flute there -?" Only someone else was heard asking the same. But the boy did not know who it was that was talking. "Who are you?" He shouted again.　　

"Who are you-?" There was another shout. He thought the voice was very familiar; he could not help but be secretly happy: now he could talk to his brother. "Come up to me!" He shouted.　　

"Come up to me--!" came back the voice.　　

"I can't!'' He said.　　

"I can't--!" That side also said.　　

And so, you and he went back and forth, sentence after sentence, for about a quarter of an hour. At this point, our little boy, thinking that the strange friend was playing a trick on him, began to scold the other, and the other began to scold him, and the two sides exchanged words. All these words echoed over the woods. The boy was full of blood, and his words were so good that he called the other boy a stupid ass. All these clear words and beautiful phrases echoed clearly in all the valleys.　　

At that moment, an old man who was picking medicine happened to pass by there, and he listened to the curses with his ears. "Child!" He asked after a long time, "Why are you shouting like that? No one is here to provoke you."　　

"Ugh!" The boy said, "Please tell me, do you know that boy? Why is he cursing me in the forest over there? He was treating me like a fool and kept shouting at me. He cursed me so, but I had not offended him, and now I could not bear it any longer, and I would like to teach him a lesson. I wish he would come here; if he were my age, I would give him a few slaps in the face!"　　

"Don't be like that, boy!" The old herb-picker said, "I have heard it all, you started this dispute. He who curses others, and they do the same back to him, then he will have to eat his fruit!"