关于爱的教育的英文故事
教育是培养新生一代准备从事社会生活的整个过程，也是人类社会生产力经验得以继承发扬的关键环节。下面是小编为你带来有关爱的教育的英文故事，欢迎阅读。
我们的班主任
新班主任佩伯尼老师端坐在教室里，他看上去历经沧桑，不苟言笑。许多从门口经过的同学都同他打招呼。老师看到一个同学脸上长了痘痘，就关切地询问他。老师缓慢地告诉我们：他在这世上已经没有亲人，我们这些孩子就是他的一切。课后，一个之前在他背后做鬼脸的同学向老师道歉。我忽然喜欢上了佩伯尼老师。
I like my new teacher too，since this morning. While we were coming in，and when he was already seated，some of his scholars of last year every now and then peeped in at the door to salute him;they would present themselves and greet him：
“Good morning，Signor Teacher!”“Good morning，Signor Perboni!”
Some came in，touched his hand，and ran away. It was plain that they liked him，and would have been glad to return to him. He responded“Good morning”and shook the hands which were held out to him，but he looked at no one：at every greeting his smile remained serious，with that deep wrinkle on his brow，with his face turned towards the window，and staring at the roof of the house opposite;and instead of being cheered by these greetings，he seemed to suffer from them. Then he looked at us closely，one after the other. While he was dictating，he got down and walked among the benches. Catching sight of a boy whose face was all red with little pimples，he stopped dictating，took the lad’s face between his hands and examined it;then he asked him what was the matter with him，and laid his hand on his forehead to feel if it were hot. Meanwhile，a boy behind him got up on the bench，and began to play the marionette. The teacher turned round suddenly;the boy sat down at one dash，and remained there，with head hanging，in dread of being punished. The master placed one hand on his head and said to him：
给爸爸的信
亲爱的恩瑞克，你老怕吃苦，不爱学习。现在大家都在学习，他们中有辛苦一天的工人、劳动一周的穷人家的姑娘、精疲力竭的士兵、残疾人和囚犯。此时，全世界都有学生走在去往学校的路上，有的在乡间小道，有的在繁华大街，有的在雪地，有的在草原;成千上万的孩子，所处的地点天气不一样，肤色语言不一样，以不同的方式学习知识。你是学习大军中的一员，要加油，不要做卑怯的士兵!
Yes，study comes hard to you，my dear Enrico，as your mother says：I do not yet see you set out for school with that resolute mind and that smiling face which I should like. You are still unwilling. But listen;reflect a little! How poor and pitiable your day would be if you did not go to school! At the end of a week you would beg with clasped hands that you might return there，for you would be eaten up with weariness and shame;disgusted with your sports and with your existence. Everybody studies now，my child. Think of the workmen who go to school in the evening after having toiled all the day;think of the women，of the girls of the people，who go to school on Sunday，after having worked all the week;think of the soldiers who turn to their books and copy-books when they return exhausted from their drill! Think of the dumb and the blind who study，nevertheless;and last of all，think of the prisoners，who also learn to read and write. Reflect in the morning，when you set out，that at that very moment，in your own city，thirty thousand other boys are going like yourself，to shut themselves up in a room for three hours of study. Think of the army of boys who，at nearly this precise hour，are going to school in all countries. Behold them with your imagination，going，going，through the lanes of quiet villages;through the streets of the noisy towns，along the shores of rivers aillages;through the streets of the noisy towns，along the shores of rivers and lakes;here beneath a burning sun;there amid fogs，in boats，in countries which are cut with canals;on horseback on the far-reaching plains;in sledges over the snow;through valleys and over hills;across forests and torrents，over the solitary paths of mountains;alone，in couples，in groups，in long files，all with their books under their arms，clad in a thousand ways，speaking a thousand tongues，from the most remote schools in Russia，almost lost in the ice，to the furthermost schools of Arabia，shaded by palm trees，millions and millions，all going to learn the same things，in a hundred varied forms. Imagine this vast，vast throng of boys of a hundred races，this immense movement of which you form a part，and remember，if this movement were to cease，humanity would fall back into barbarism;this movement is the progress，the hope，the glory of the world.
Courage，then，little soldier of the immense army! Your books are your arms，your class is your squadron，the field of battle is the whole earth，and the victory is human civilization. Be not a cowardly soldier，my Enrico.
