Write a 300 word essay using the writing technique used in the last lesson

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I lowered my head and began to organize the books, the history, the French. It turned out to be so annoying. Now suddenly I feel like my good friend.

It used to be so heavy to carry, but now it suddenly feels like they used to be much lighter. I looked at each book over and over again, and it suddenly occurred to me that I should know what it contained before I left. Alas, I really regret studying so hard in the first place!

At this moment Mr. Hummel's words rang in my ears again

French is the most accurate and intelligible language in the world, and when a country is a slave is lost, as long as you remember the language, it is like holding a key to open the prison door. "Thinking carefully about Mr. Hummel's words, I really regret that I didn't work in the first place.

The things were finally packed, and the classmates had dispersed one after another, and I left, but I couldn't move. I stared blankly at Mr. Hummel, who had his back to me, but I heard him clearly:"Little Francis, the French should have a backbone!

Don't lose the key to open the prison door! "

Now, I am parting ways with you, Mr. Hummel, and I will not fail to live up to your hopes, and I will never forget this last lesson, just like the ...... of my homeland, which I will never forget

I staggered to my feet, picked up my book as if I were holding the world's most precious treasure, and walked out of the classroom in silence in a burst of tears.

There was dead silence in the classroom, and Mr. Hummel seemed to freeze and stay there in a daze. I looked at his pale face, and my mind was like a numb, and my chest was pounding like a rabbit in my arms.

Do you want to give up the French language and become a slave? Just leaving the classroom as if nothing happened? A series of question marks squeezed into my mind.

I looked around blankly, my eyes attracted by the fluttering calligraphy, those small flag-like calligraphy, those shining gold"France""Alsace"Through them I seemed to see Mr. Hummel staying up late to make them, as if I heard it inspiring me to fight the Prussians to the end.

I was awakened by a low sob, and I saw my classmate with his head down, suppressing his crying, and the old man Hao Sue, who was sitting in the back, raised his head high, and his angry gaze shot into the distance through the lenses. The former mayor pursed his lips, his face dark. The postman looked at Mr. Hummel, his lips trembling, as if he were about to cry.

I looked at it again, and tears quickly welled up in my eyes.

Classes are over. I left school hesitantly with a bag full of French books. I've never walked so slowly after school like I did today, as if I had something weighing a thousand pounds strapped to my legs.

I dragged my feet and turned around to say goodbye to the school, to Mr. Hummel, no, goodbye. I may never have the chance to see Mr. Hummel again. Perhaps, in the future, we will continue to teach in this class, but the meaning is different, it is not Mr. Hummel who will teach us, it is the damned Prussians, and it is even more infuriating that we have to learn that damn German.

If I hadn't memorized German words, would they have beaten me with a ruler? Think about what they did to us, it's so cruel, cruel Prussians, to beat me with a ring ruler is a piece of cake for them! But what right do they have to hit me?

I'm French, pure-blooded French, so I'm not going to learn German, hateful German.

Standing on the corner of the street, I still vaguely saw the haggard figure of Mr. Hummel leaning there. Poor man, he must never have imagined that he would become like this. Huh.

He should have seen me graduate, even if I did not do well in my studies, it would be better than having a Prussian replace him now, and German as the language he thought was the most beautiful. I wish I had stopped in this moment, or put a nail under my feet, and just watched him forever. Oh, he's wearing this green dress today, and he looks so tall and straight.

He probably won't wear this dress anymore.

The streets are quiet. Thinking back to this time, it should have been very lively. Children after school would play around here, or hold a handful of food and listen to their mothers and grandmothers tell stories.

But now there is not a single French man on the street, only the self-righteous Prussian soldiers, who are tearing down the signs of the shops and changing the French signs to the German ones. I don't understand a word of German, and I don't want to. I looked at them and stomped on the sign with big French words written on it.

Someone should stop them, this should be the sign of the French, they have no right to spoil them, they are not qualified to spoil these French!

But how do we stop them? This land is already Prussian, and lo and behold, it is clearly written on that billboard.

Poor man!

I stopped in front of the billboard. I wish someone would step up and tell me that none of this is true, it's just a game.

The last lesson is to continue.

After class, I walked alone on the street with my schoolbag on my back, feeling sad and angry, thinking: Why didn't I study so hard before? I skipped class to find a bird's nest and went to the Saar River for ice skating ......Now it's too bad, the last lesson of this French class is over, and I won't be able to learn French again.

When I think of this, I regret how much I wish I could go back in time and go to the time when I had my first French class, and start all over again. However, this is not possible.

I returned home with a heavy heart. Mom didn't see me, and when she left, she came to me and said"Son, I heard that you can't learn French anymore and that your teacher, Mr. Hummel, is leaving here.

I said:"That's right, Mom. I ......I really regret that I didn't study hard at the beginning, but now that I am so good that I can't even take French classes.

I regret it! "As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes. "Don't be sad, child, just remember that you are French, even if you don't know French.

Mom said,"In fact, if you have poor grades, we as parents are also responsible. We never care about your learning, never ask about your learning, make you lazy and don't like to study. Don't we often let you work in the fields and not let you study?

Looking back now, I really regret it! "Talking, talking, Daddy is back. He said:

On the way here, I saw a lot of students seeing off your teacher, Mr. Hammel, why are you at home? "Listening to my father's words, I hurried out of the house and chased in the direction where Mr. Hummel had left.

Looking at Mr. Hanmail's excited expression, my heart couldn't calm down for a long time, out of the school gate, the sky was still extraordinarily blue, and the birds were still chirping so happily, but I felt that my mood was so low, like a thousand pounds of stone pressing on my heart. Goodbye, Mr. Hammel, my dearest teacher, you are going to leave with my most beloved Chinese, and I cannot do anything, only wait and see.

But I am sure that our country will be victorious! France is invincible! Long live France!

Think for yourself, don't just rely on the Internet.