The answer to the final lesson is based on Mr. Hammel s first person adaptation of the text, and the

What role did little Franz play in **?

First of all, little Franz has the role of a coherent storyline in **. The author writes about little Francis's truancy and schooling. Through his whereabouts, several interrelated but separate scenes are written:

The training ground of Prussian soldiers, the bulletin board of the town office, the school in the town. Without such a character, it is difficult to organize these scenes into an organic work.

Secondly, Franz Jr. also played an important role in deepening the theme. Alsace was ceded to Prussia, and the Alsatians lost not only the land in which they were born and raised, but also their mother tongue. How to express such a painful emotion?

The author chose little Francis, a mischievous boy who usually does not like to learn French, and uses his inner feelings to reflect the painful feelings of the whole nation. This style of writing has an extremely strong contrast effect, which produces a strong soul-shaking effect.

2 How did the author create the character of Mr. Hammel?

**It is narrated from the perspective of Franz Jr. Therefore, the character of Mr. Hammel always faintly radiates a moving brilliance behind the light veil of the childish gaze of a child. Due to the limitation of the narrative angle, the author was not able to directly penetrate into Mr. Hammel's heart.

We can only know him through his clothes, words, and actions, and experience his inner feelings.

In the eyes of the children, Mr. Hammer was a very strict teacher, so the main impression of the teacher was that "the teacher was holding a big iron ring ruler......When he walked into the classroom, he noticed that the teacher "had a terrifying iron ruler under his arm." However, it is amazing that Mr. Hummel, although little Franz is late, is so gentle! Moreover, the teacher was still wearing an unusual coat and hat today, which also surprised little Francis.

The author does not write directly about Mr. Hammel's heart, but the reader can appreciate it as much as little Francis: he dresses like this only when something big happens—something that has a great impact on the school.

When Mr. Hummel sat motionless in his chair, what was churning in his heart? The school that he had served for forty years was suddenly leaving; The mother tongue that has been with it all my life suddenly has to be given up from now on: the pain in the meantime is strongly felt even by the children, can't we feel it?

Finally, when Monsieur Hammel wrote "Long Live France", the author had actually completed the creation of this character. This last action made him truly a patriot.

The Last Lesson".

I stood on the podium and looked at the unusually quiet students and the townspeople sitting at the back of the classroom, and I was in a bad mood. Then little Franz came in, and I said, "Sit down, little Francis, and we're about to start the lesson." Little Franz sat down as soon as he stepped over the bench.

My children, this is the last time I will teach you. Berlin has already ordered that only German should be taught in schools in Alsace and Lorraine. The new teacher will be here tomorrow. Today is your last French lesson. I hope you will be more attentive. ”

The students were very sad when they heard these words. Maybe I didn't study hard before I regretted it.

I began to check the problem, and when little Franz was called, the first few words were confused, and he stood there and staggered, not daring to raise his head, and looked very uncomfortable. I said, "Little Francis, I don't blame you, you must be uncomfortable enough."

People often think, 'Forget it, there's time, it's never too late to learn tomorrow'. Now take a look at our results.

Alas, it is the greatest misfortune of the Alsatians to always put off their studies until tomorrow. Now those guys have a reason to say to us: 'What?

You say you are French, you don't even speak your own language, you can't write! But, little Francis, it's not your fault alone, for we all have much to blame ourselves for. ”

Your parents don't care enough about your studies. In order to make a little more money, I would rather tell you to leave your books and go to work in the fields and work in the mills. As for me, don't I often ask you to drop your homework and water the flowers for me? When I go fishing, don't I just give you a day off? ”

Later, I talked about Chinese, and I told the students that Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world, the most understandable and the most accurate. We must keep it in our hearts and never forget it. The people who have died and become slaves are like holding a key to open the prison door as long as they keep their language firmly in mind.

With that said, I'm going to talk about grammar. I don't think I've ever been so patient, and I've never been so attentive to the students. It was as if they were going to learn everything in this last lesson.

At the end of the grammar class, and then to the practice class, I gave them a new notebook with beautiful round characters: "France" and "Alsace", which hung on the iron rod of the desk, like many small flags fluttering in the classroom. The students were so attentive, and the classroom was so quiet.

Even the youngest children are not distracted.

I sat in my chair and stared at everything around me, I have been here for forty years, with a small courtyard outside the window, students in front of me, a desk that has been used for many years, a walnut tree that has grown taller, and a wisteria planted by my own hands, and now it is sad to part with everything I know forever! It's all that abominable war.

Then I taught a history lesson, teaching the beginner class to spell ba, bi, and bo. Seeing the old man Hao Sue sitting in the back row wearing glasses, holding a primary textbook and spelling letters with the children, listening to his strange voice, I wanted to laugh and feel sad at the same time. Yes!

I'll never forget this last lesson!

Today, I wore the same green gown that I usually wear only on special days, to commemorate my last French lesson. Everything was caused by the Napuru soldiers. On weekdays, there is always a commotion in the classroom before class.

But today, everything is quiet, and the children are quietly sitting in their seats. In the anomaly, I noticed that there were many townspeople sitting on the benches that had always been empty in the back of the classroom, and they were just as silent. At this moment I noticed that someone was gently pushing the door open, and little Franz entered, and saw that he was so red-faced that he did not dare to raise his head, but quietly walked back to his seat.

Sit down, little Francis, we're going to class, and we're not waiting for you. I said mildly. I tried to comfort the boy as much as I could, and I should not scold him as I normally would.

Looking at the melancholy little faces, I also started today's lecture. I said solemnly, "My children, this is the last time I will give you French lessons."

Berlin has already ordered that only German will be taught in schools in Alsace and Lorraine, that new teachers will arrive tomorrow, and today is your last French lesson! French Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world – the most clear, the most precise. We must always remember it and never forget it.

A people who have forgotten their country and become slaves, as long as they keep their language firmly in mind, are like holding a key to open a prison. "At this point, I opened the book and talked about grammar. I wanted to teach the kids everything I knew before I left, and stuff it into their heads.

In the next calligraphy and history lessons, they were so attentive and the classroom was so quiet! I silently thought in my heart: children, please always remember that France is our motherland, Alsace is our land, we are French!

I'm leaving this place forever tomorrow, I have nothing to say! But the only thing that is firmly believed: France is invincible!

Someday, the French will be able to drive the Prussian soldiers out of our land. France will win! The church bell struck twelve times.

The prayer bell rang too. Outside the window came the trumpets of the Prussian soldiers—they had already finished their exercises. I jerked to my feet, my whole body stiffened, and only the lonely heartbreak.

My friends," I said, "I—I—" but I choked up, I couldn't go on. I turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and used all my strength to write "Long live France!" Then I stayed there in agony, with my head against the wall, without saying a word, except making a gesture to the children:

It's out of school, let's go. ”