Washington cuts down trees

Washington was the first president of the United States. When he was a boy, he cut down two of his father's cherry trees. His father came back and was very angry. He secretly thought, "If I find out who cut down my trees, I'm going to beat him up real bad." His father asked around. When he asked his son, Washington began to cry. "I cut down your tree!" Washington made peace with it. The father picked up his son and said, "My good, smart boy, I'd rather lose a hundred trees than hear you lie."

Lenin as a child

Lenin was a serious student as a child. Lenin studied well in every subject at school. He listened attentively to the teacher's lectures. When the teacher left homework, he did it carefully. When Lenin finished his schoolwork, he read many books outside the classroom. He often told the stories in the books to others. He loved the hard-working and brave people in the books and took them as his examples. Lenin loved books very much. He never dirtied his books or threw them around. This is how Lenin learned as a child.

Turgenev and his childhood

Turgenev's (1818-1883) creative work occupies an important place in Russian realist literature of the nineteenth century. He wrote poetry in his early days, plays, essays and other genres in the 1940s and 1950s, and completed many excellent long, middle and short stories in his lifetime. He was a keen observer of new trends in social life, concerned about major social problems, and strived for the truth of life. During his nearly half-century of creative work, he keenly reflected a series of major events in the course of the liberation movement and the development of social thought in Russia through a series of works. His artistic achievements are outstanding. For example, he contributed to the development of Russian and world literature by expressing the inner feelings of his characters, by depicting nature and the structure of his novels, and by developing the language of Russian literature. He is one of the representative writers of Russian realistic broad literature. Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev was born on November 9, 1818, into a noble family in the Central Oryol Province of Russia. His childhood was spent on one of his mother's estates, in the living village of Spasskoye I. Lutovino. Part of his work was also done here. The natural beauty of the area around the province of Auliole had a profound influence on Turgenev and contributed to the growth of his remarkable talent for depicting natural scenery. Turgenev's mother, Varvara Petrovna Turgeneva, was a very capricious and tyrannical landlady, and the prejudices and vices of the aristocracy were very prominent in her. She was cruel, often physically punished her servants, and sometimes did not banish serfs to Siberia for a small transgression. This disposition of Varvara Petrovna was also manifested in her attitude towards her et son. She believed that a child is not a child unless he is beaten. Turgenev later recalled, "In that environment in which I grew up, hitting, wringing, punching, slapping, etc., simply became routine." The brutal behavior of the serf masters was intolerable to Turgenev. In his childhood Turgenev hated the brutality of the serf masters.

The "imbecile" who loved to ask strange questions

Albert Einstein (1879-1955) was a physicist born in Germany who graduated from the Technical University of Zurich in 1900 and was naturalized as a Swiss citizen, and was naturalized as a U.S. citizen in 1940, and made significant contributions to a number of fields of physics, the most important of which were the development of the theory of the universe. He made significant contributions in many areas of physics, the most important of which was the establishment of the special theory of relativity and its extension to the general theory of relativity. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1921 for his contributions to physics, especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect. Einstein is one of the greatest scientific giants of the 20th century, and the concepts and methods of relativity he created have had an extremely profound impact on the development of theoretical physics, and can even be said to have "changed the world" of great significance. So, how did such a scientific giant spend his childhood? In 1882, Einstein came to this world has been 3 years, but not like other children as innocent and lively, love to talk and laugh. He always liked to sit quietly in the living room, tilting his head to listen carefully to the beautiful and moving music flowing from his mother's fingers. His mother laughed happily at his attentive demeanor and said, "Look at your serious demeanor, you're just like a professor! Hey, my little baby, why don't you say something?" Einstein moved his lips and did not answer his mother's question, but his bright eyes fluttered and kept blinking, showing a happy light, and his heart had experienced the beautiful flow of music, but he could not speak. Einstein's father loved excursions, often cheerfully take the whole family to the field to play. Little Einstein loved this kind of activity, that beautiful and touching lake and mountains, that towers into the clouds of the sky, the ode to the pine waves, the golden sunshine, all make him intoxicated, however, he does not love to talk, can not use language to express all this. His younger sister, on the other hand, was like a lark, singing and chirping merrily along the way. Neighborhood children often played games together, and the little ones sang, danced, and screamed to their hearts' content, but there was no Einstein here. He liked to sit quietly in the corner of the living room to play with building blocks, a play for half a day, and then sat silently, oblivious to appreciate their own masterpieces. In this way, little Einstein has been four or five years old is still not big talk, at this time, parents a little anxious: "Is he an imbecile, is a fool?" Parents rushed to call a doctor for him, but did not check out what is wrong. Little Einstein in the eyes of ordinary people, is not a smart child, this is partly because he does not speak loudly, on the one hand, because he always put forward some strange and bizarre questions, people feel a little imbecile, silly, adults even doubt whether his IQ is impaired. People could not understand that the seemingly ridiculous and ignorant questions posed by this young child came from a strong desire to know the unknown. Einstein's little brain, which was mistaken for mediocrity and imbecility, was full of pondering and puzzling over this strange world, and there was hardly any time for peace. When Einstein was four or five years old, one day, his father gave him a small toy - compass. To new things full of curiosity of the little Einstein for this heart bursting with joy, and immediately love to fiddle with it. In the center of the compass there is a compass needle, the tip of the end painted red, trembling and trembling, always stubborn and unwavering pointing to the north. Einstein carefully turned the plate, trying to secretly change the direction of the needle, but no matter how he turned the needle is not listening to the command, the red end is still firmly pointing to the north. Little Einstein was anxious, and turned his body violently, from north to south, thinking: "This needle should always follow me, right?" But when he fixed his eyes on it, he was shocked: the red end was still pointing north! "It's so strange ......" Einstein muttered at a loss for words, "Why on earth is this?" He thought about going to ask his father about it, but in a flash of inspiration, he immediately made his own answer, "Yes, there must be something pushing on the side of this needle so that it can always stay in one direction." So he turned over and over the compass, trying to find that mysterious thing around the needle. But to his great disappointment, he found nothing. This childhood mystery was y engraved in his memory and lingered on. Perhaps, Einstein's later in-depth study of the electromagnetic field, its inspiration is from the childhood of the enigmatic small toy compass it. Einstein's childhood would have been silent, do not like to talk, and now there is a compass this interesting partner, he was in a trance all day long, more and more silent, his parents thought that this time he was really sick it. This about the compass of childhood, to Einstein left a deep impression, and even after many years, he often fondly recall. To the age of school, compared with children of the same age, little Einstein still seems very mute, slow and dumb. In class, his academic performance was very poor, every time the teacher called up to recite the text, it is dull and can not read out a sentence. His classmates laughed at him privately, thinking he was a "poor laggard". Einstein began his education in this way. Although he was very stupid, he was so kind and pious that his classmates nicknamed him "Honest Head". At the age of six, Einstein was fascinated by music and began to learn the violin. The beautiful music played by the violin brought him into a wonderful realm, and music once fascinated him. However, he was bored by the mechanical, repetitive bowing and fingering of violin practice. In this way, young Einstein began and ended his elementary school life as a dull and uneventful experience. At this time the little Einstein compared with his peers, not only did not have the superiority, but more clumsy. At the age of 10, Einstein said goodbye to elementary school and became a middle school student. At this time, the German militaristic ideology like a flood of beasts everywhere, everywhere rampage. At school it was no exception. Those teachers like soldiers will be Greek, Latin one by one into the student's mind, and the student's duty is to memorize, memorize, all day long is to memorize. To this way of learning, little Einstein annoyed, consciously or unconsciously transfer his interest to self-taught mathematics, mathematics became his biggest hobby in secondary school years. Einstein's uncle is an engineer, on math is also very like, once in the paper drew a right triangle, wrote AB2 + BC2 = AD2, and full of mysterious Einstein said: "This is the famous Pythagorean Theorem, more than 2,000 years ago, the people will prove it, you also come to give it a try." Twelve-year-old Einstein at this time do not know what is called geometry, but he was fascinated by this theorem, determined to try, he was a few weeks of hard thinking, looking for ways to prove, to the last day of the third week, but he proved it. For the first time, he experienced the joy of creation, and his creative talent sprang to life. As he grew older, Einstein's eyes gradually widened and the things that interested him became more and more complex. 12 years old, Einstein was given a hardcover geometry textbook. With excitement and mystery and a little fear and awe of the mood to turn the book, from the first page of Euclid's first theorem to read, the more you see the more fascinated, and even a breath of the whole read, y for the geometry of the theorem of the precision, clear and neatly folded. For some theorems, he repeatedly pondered and thought, and sometimes tried to set aside the existing methods of argumentation, another way, to re-prove themselves, Einstein will always be happy ecstatic, he will be the first time to y appreciate the discovery of the truth of the great joy. Einstein's curiosity at an early age was further developed, while his self-confidence also gradually increased. Soon, he taught himself advanced mathematics, and his teachers in high school were no longer his rivals. While his classmates were still trudging through congruent triangles, little Einstein was already traveling in the world of calculus. Einstein in the kingdom of mathematics outstanding results, while other subjects can not attract the interest of small Einstein, the results are very poor, many teachers on his learning attitude are very uncomfortable, and many times to blame him. Once, little Einstein's father asked the director of the school, his son can be engaged in the future of what occupation, the teacher said bluntly: "do what does not matter, your son will be nothing." The teacher was so prejudiced against the young Einstein that he thought he was a piece of rotten wood, no longer worth carving, and ordered him to drop out of school. Thus, Einstein dropped out of school at the age of 15, and did not even receive his diploma. Einstein since childhood developed a love of reading, love to think about the problem of good habits. For a period of time, he was fascinated by the popular science book "Popular Physical Science Series", no matter where he went, he had to take this book with him and read it from time to time. It is this book, not only to make Einstein break the superstition of religious authority, but also led him to set up the ambition to explore the mysteries of nature. At the age of 16, another challenging question occupied Einstein's mind: what would happen if some kind of light receiver, such as the human eye or a camera, followed the light and raced at the speed of light? He captured the question and wrote it down in his notebook. But where to look for the right answer? He was puzzled and set himself a new puzzle, a new challenge. It was this difficult problem, which Einstein thought about day and night, that gave birth to the magical germ of the future theory of relativity. Perhaps this can be regarded as the first courageous attack launched by little Einstein to the fortress of science. Little Einstein's later brilliant achievements were inseparable from his family. He grew up in a carefree family environment and his parents were very tolerant of him. His parents' role in his development was to protect his temperament and character from negative influences. When Einstein's "genius" had not yet been realized, and he still appeared to be very clumsy, his mother was very anxious, worrying that her child would be useless in the future, while his father said: "Don't take it to heart, the child just can't adapt to the rules of the school, and the mechanical teaching of the school is just. When he grows up and learns about everything around him, he will be able to adapt smoothly." Instead of treating him as a "retarded child" and scolding him for his poor schoolwork and expulsion from school, his parents gave him a very relaxed environment and helped him grow and develop in a gentle manner. In the fall of 1895, the 16-year-old Einstein left his relatives and boarded a train to Zurich alone, starting a new mileage in his life.

Bill Gates Jr. Gates' "computer dream"

Bill Gates (c?) has been a "computer junkie" since he was a child. He was born on October 28, 1955, in Seattle, Washington, in the northwestern United States, and as a child, he was cheerful and lively, an energetic (pèi) child. No matter what time of day it was, he was rocking back and forth in his cradle. When he got older he spent many hours riding a spring-loaded (huáng) wooden horse. Later, he carried this rocking habit into adulthood and into Microsoft, rocking the world. Bill Gates loved math and computers in high school. Paul Allen was his best alumnus, and the two used to play games of three-in-a-row on the computers at Lakeside High School. In those days, the computer was a PDP8 minicomputer, and students could play the game on some connected terminals, through a paper tape typewriter, and also program some small software such as seating, which Bill Gates Jr. played with ease. One summer in 1972, Paul, who was three years older than he was, brought in a copy of Electronics magazine and pointed to an article with only 10 natural paragraphs, telling Bill that a new company called Intel was coming out with a microprocessor core (xīn) chip called the 8008. The two soon got the chip and built a machine that analyzed information from city traffic monitors, and they wanted to start a company they named Traffic Data Corporation. 1973, Bill went to Harvard, and Paul got a job at a computer company in Boston called Sweetwell. "In 1973, Bill went to Harvard University and Paul got a job as a programmer at a computer company called Sweetwell in Boston. The two partners met often to talk about computers. Like the apple that inspired Isaac Newton, the personal computer had an external inspirer when it burst into Bill's mind. It was the January 1975 issue of Popular Electronics magazine, whose picture of an Altair 8080 computer on the cover instantly ignited Bill Gates' computer dreams. He and his good friend Paul in the Harvard Arkin Computer Center day and night for eight weeks to work on it with Basic language, opened up a new way of pc software industry, laid the foundation for standardized software production. Today, Microsoft has become the industry's "empire", and this is not unrelated to Bill Gates as a child "computer dream".

Confucius riddle

The Three Character Classic has a sentence that reads, "In the past, Zhongni was the teacher of Xiangbei." Everyone knows that "Zhongni" is Confucius. This "Xiang Gou" who? The author consults the relevant information, this is a young man in Yan. One day, when Xiang Sui met Confucius, he said, "I heard that Confucius is very learned, and I came here to ask for advice." Confucius smiled and said, "Please speak--." Xiang Sui arched his hand toward Confucius and said, "What water has no fish? What fire has no smoke? What tree has no leaves? What flower has no branches?" Confucius listened and said: "you really ask strange, rivers, lakes and seas, what water has fish; regardless of firewood and grass lamps and candles, what fire has smoke; as for the plant, no leaves can not become a tree; no branch is difficult to blossom." Xiang Gou heard Ge Ge straight laugh, shook his head and said: "No, well water has no fish, fireflies have no smoke, dead trees have no leaves, snowflakes have no branches." From the above "Confucius riddle", we should have two enlightenment: First, learning (knowledge) is endless; Second, we should be good at observing, analyzing, accumulating. If you just hold the existing knowledge, sit without learning, will be eliminated by society. Otherwise, why did Sage Kong lose to Xiang Junior?

Not eating bread in order to read books

The bookstore had not yet opened, and a skinny kid was already waiting in front of the bookstore. He had thick hair and big eyes that sparkled with intelligence, his pale face showed malnutrition, and he shivered in the cold wind in his thin clothes. There was a large row of steps in front of the bookstore, so to add a little heat, he jumped down and up from one to the other, and slowly felt a little warmer. When the passers-by saw the boy jumping up and down the steps, they all looked at him strangely. This little boy's name is Heinrich B?ll, the eighth child of the B?ll carpenter's family in the town. He was a regular visitor to this bookstore. Every day as soon as school was over, he ran to the bookstore. On holidays, after doing the work his father gave him, he spent almost all day in the bookstore. But he only reads, not buys. The clerks in the bookstore knew him and knew that his family was poor and could not afford to buy books, but they never stopped him, letting him swim in the sea of books to his heart's content, and when a new book came, the clerks in the bookstore would even introduce it to him. Finally, the door opened and little Burr was the first to enter the bookstore. He greeted the clerk in the bookstore politely. Auntie asked him warmly, "Little Burr, what book do you want to read today?" "Grimm's Fairy Tales hasn't been read yet." Little Burr walked familiarly to the bookshelf, picked up the book "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and eagerly flipped through it. Little Burr's eyes glowed as he stared intently at the book, giving it his full attention. He was completely immersed in the story. He laughed softly at the funny lives and witty conversations of the seven dwarfs in Snow White. He thought to himself: the 7 dwarfs feed themselves by their own labor, they never go hungry, and no one bullies them, how nice it would be if I could be like them! He saw the 7 dwarfs saved Snow White, and again y impressed by their kind behavior. His eyes moistened, he scrambled to wipe away the tears that were about to flow out with his hands, afraid of being seen by others. Little Burr was fascinated by the book, forget the time, but the stomach did not forget the time, then "gurgling" grumbled. It was only then that Burr remembered that his father had asked him to deliver the statue to the church after lunch. He reluctantly put down his book and ran to the house. Little Burr's father was a carpenter who specialized in carving handicrafts for the local church. Every day, his father asked Burr to deliver a statue to the church and bring back money for the family's food. Each time, his father would leave Little Burr a small amount of change so that he could buy bread on the way to school the next day. Little Burr loved his pitifully small amount of money very much. He bought the smallest loaf of bread he could find every day, put the money he saved very carefully into a tin can, and hid the tin can in a place no one else knew about. Little Burr decides that after he has saved a sufficient amount of money, he will buy one of his favorite books. However, this plan had to be changed. On Monday at school, the teacher announced that in order to broaden his classmates' horizons and read more extracurricular books, he was going to start an activity among his students, asking each of them to take out a few extracurricular books and exchange them for reading. Little Burr was in a hurry. He didn't even have an extracurricular book of his own. When the time comes, all his classmates will have books to hand over, and he will be the only one who doesn't have any. But the money he had saved in his tin can was not enough to buy a book. What could he do? He couldn't ask his father for money. His father worked from morning till night every day, and the money he earned was only enough to feed his family of ten, so he could not possibly have any more money to buy him a book. If he could save a little more money every day, then he would soon be able to buy a book. If he saves all the money, he can buy a book in two or three days. Yes, why not save all the money for bread, so that a brand new book will be his in two or three days. Thinking that in a few days he would have a new book of his own, little Burr could not help getting excited. In the afternoon, when he came back from the delivery, his father gave him a little more change. He took out the little tin can, put the money into it one by one, and hid the tin can carefully. At night, he lay down on his bed, and then he counted in his mind how much money he already had, and how much more money he needed to buy a book, and slowly he went to sleep. He had a very beautiful dream: in his dream, he had many, many new books, and he looked at this one for a while, and touched that one for a while, and he didn't know which one was the best one to read. He thought in his dream: How can I read so many books? Let those who have no books come here to read. So, a lot of children came to him to read. Children with new books, everyone is very happy to smile ...... The next morning when he woke up, the little Burr will be to the room around the survey: "My book, where did my book go?" The room was empty, not a single new book. He realized that he had had a good dream. He thought: one day, I will have as many books as in my dream. On his way to school, he passed the bakery again. The smell of buttered bread hit his nostrils and he gulped hard. The teacher of the bakery saw him approaching and greeted him kindly: "What kind of bread do you want to eat today, little Burr? I have butter bread, ham bread, and the new grape sandwich bread." Little Burr really wanted to eat a good-smelling bread, but his new favorite book was beckoning him. He panicked and lied, "Thank you, I've already eaten." With that, he pulled up his feet and ran. He wanted to get out of here and escape the great temptation of the smell. The teacher was talking about math problems on the podium, but little Burr's stomach was singing "empty city". He hadn't eaten any bread in the morning, and now his stomach was empty. Little Burr said in his heart: "Don't growl, I want to buy a new book. When I buy the new book back, I will surely feed you to the full." After three days of this, he finally saved enough money to buy a new book. He poured out the money in the tin can and counted it carefully over and over again. "Enough to buy a new book." He said to himself. He put the money back into the tin can and walked towards the bookstore, holding the small tin can. When he arrived at the bookstore, he said loudly to the clerk in the bookstore, "Auntie, I want to buy a new book." The clerk looked at him strangely and said, "Son, do you have that much money?" "I have, auntie, look." Saying this, he lifted the little tin can high in the air and shook it, and the coins in the tin made a crisp ringing sound. "Where did you get that much money?" The clerk asked him as if he didn't believe it. "It's the bread money I saved." The clerk sighed and said, "Poor boy." With that, she went to the bookshelf and got Little Burr's favorite Grimm's Fairy Tales. Little Burr couldn't have been happier with his new book. He hugged the new book tightly to his chest, afraid that it would escape, and bounced all the way home. When he got home, he found a piece of brown paper and carefully wrapped the cover of the book. He put the new book under his nose and smelled the aroma of the ink emanating from the pages for a long time. "This book is mine, I have a new book." He mumbled in disbelief. At night he put the new book under his pillow and fell asleep. When he grew up, the book-loving little Burr finally became a book writer and won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Lu Xun in his childhood

In his childhood, Lu Xun often lived with his mother at his grandmother's house in Anqiaotou in the Shaoxing countryside, and later at his great-uncle's house in Huangfuzhuang. An Qiaotou and Huangfuzhuang were in the watery countryside outside Chang'an Gate in Shaoxing, with wide, narrow, longitudinal rivers flowing quietly past the village. Lu Xun liked to go to the countryside, which he regarded as a free world, a new world. Because here you can not only free to read the esoteric and difficult to understand the "Four Books", "Pentateuch", but also with the farmers' children to live freely together, to the dense as a spider's web of the river to rowing, catching fish, fishing shrimp, to enjoy the night scene with a little fishing fire on the water, or to the shore to go to the geese, cattle ranchers, picking Luo Hanzu beans, and breathe the fresh air ....... Whenever a social opera was performed in the village, Lu Xun swung his boat with his young friends to the front of the stage half on the shore and half in the lake to watch the martial arts actors somersault. Sometimes, he also learned to act and pretend to be a kid with peasant children. They put a few strokes of color on their faces, jumped onto the stage with a pole and fork in their hands, and played happily. The countryside was very attractive to Lu Xun in his teenage years. In this free world, Lu Xun not only learned a lot of social knowledge and production knowledge, but also established a deep friendship with the children of the farmers, and gradually understood the farmers' hard-working and simple character, but also saw the bloody facts of the old society stage oppression and class exploitation. In one of the fishing songs often recited by Lu Xun and the children of the peasants, there are such miserable sentences: "Seven liters a day, eight liters a day, two days do not fall (two days do not go down to the river to fish), white with hunger; seven liters a day, eight liters a day, two days do not fall, to cry out." These have had a profound impact on the development of Lu Xun's thinking, so that Lu Xun knew that the peasants "are oppressed all their lives, a lot of pain, and flowers and birds are not the same".

Madame Curie as a child

Decades ago, there was a little girl named Mania in Poland who was very dedicated to her studies. No matter how noisy her surroundings were, she could not be distracted. Once, while Mania was doing her homework, her sister and her classmates were singing, dancing and playing games in front of her. Mania was reading her book as if she didn't see them. Her sister and classmates wanted to test her. They quietly set up some stools behind Mania, so that if Mania moved, the stools would fall down. As time passed, Mania finished reading a book and the stools were still up. From then on, her sister and classmates never teased her again, and they concentrated on their studies like Mania did. When Mania grew up, she became a great scientist. She is Mrs. Curie.

Van Gogh's Childhood

Van Gogh walked past the children without a word. He went out of the garden gate, across the fields, and along the grassy path. He was going down to the stream, the children could tell by the glass bottles and fish nets he carried with him. But not one of them dared to ask behind him, "Can I come along, brother?" They knew well, however, how clever he was in catching insects in the water. When he came back he always showed them all sorts of beetles: with their glittering, brown shells, their large, round eyes, and their bent legs that stretched nervously when they came out of the water....... The children spoke of him with respect and without mockery, but they dared not ask to go to the fresh, cool stream, which was open with the most beautiful forget-me-nots and rose-colored water lilies, and there, thrusting their hands into the glittering white sand, were not half dusted. The children felt by instinct: their brother liked to be alone. If there was a vacation at the boarding school his father sent him to, it was not companionship he sought, but solitude. He knew where the most precious flowers grew. He avoided the villages of well-organized huts with straight streets and sought his way through hills and valleys. Each time he always found something amazing, spying rare animals and birds in their natural habitat, and in the case of birds, he knew where they nested or lived. If he saw a pair of larks landing in a wheat field, he knew how to approach them without breaking the leaves around them. He did not leave a pen or pencil sketch at that time. The would-be painter was not trying to draw at the time, but only to meditate. As a little boy, he examined with great curiosity a small figure made of clay by a sculptor's assistant, and at the age of eight he drew a picture of a cat scampering madly through a bare apple tree in a winter garden. This astonished his mother; the natural expression of the child's artistic sense was so astonishing that she could not believe it was true. It was a long time before the incident was mentioned by the parents.

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