Mike was the kind of guy you love to hate.He was always happy and always had something interesting to say. If someoneasked him how he was doing, he would reply, "Couldn't be better!" Hewas really a care-free young man and never felt tired.

    Mike used to say, "Each morning I wakeup and say to myself, 'Mike, you have two choices (选择) today. You can choose to be happy or you can choose to be upset.'I choose to be happy. Each time something happens, I am always ready to learn agood lesson. I choose to learn from life."

    I tried to understand what he said. Indeedlife is all about choices. Every situation is a choice. The bottom line is: You'reliving your life and you make it either happy or sad.

    Several years later I had a car accidentand my legs were seriously injured. When I was lying on the ground, Iremembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or choose to die. Ichose to live.

    People like to say, "Choosethe one you love and love the one you choose." Why not choose the one welove and live happily?

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 In the open field, a crowd was in front of the board, from which a piece of bad news comes-- France lost the battle to Germany.

 That morning, I started for school very late with fear of being punished(惩罚). I hurried as fast as I could to school.

 When school began, there was usually a- great noise. But now it was all so silent! I went in and sat down. I found our teacher had put on his beautiful coat that he never wore except on prize days. On the back benches that were always empty, the village people were sitting quietly like us.

 While I was wondering, M. Hamel said," My students, the order has come from Germany to teach only German in the schools of Alsace and Lorraine. So this is your last French lesson."

 How sorry I was for hardly knowing how to write French! Now I understood why the old men of the village were sitting here. They were sorry, too, that they had not gone to school more. It was their way of thanking our teacher for his 40 years of service and of showing their love for the country that was theirs no more.

 Then, M. Hamel talked of the French language, saying it was the most beautiful language in the world. He opened the book and read us our lesson. I was amazed to. see how well I understood it. All he said seemed so easy! After it, we were asked to write. Whenever I looked up from my writing, I saw M. Hamel staring first at one thing, then at another, as if he wanted to fi x everything in his mind. On the roof the pigeons(鸽子) cooed very low, and I thought to myself," Will German soldiers even make pigeons sing in German?"

 All at once the church- clock struck twelve. It was the time to dismiss(解散) the class.

M. Hamel stood up, very pale. I never saw him look so tall.

" My friends" said he,"I …I…" But something choked(哽咽) him.

 Then he returned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, with all his strength, he wrote as large as he could:

" Vive La France!(法国万岁)"

—— Adapted from The Last Lesson

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