Hello, everyone! It's Jessie*.^...I'm so happy to be here again.

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The Little Florentine Writer (3)
And so he went on, and two months more passed, of labor by night and weakness by day, of desperate efforts on the part of the son, and of bitter reapproaches on the part of the father. But the worst of it was, that the latter grew gradually colder towards the boy, only addressed him rarely, as though he had been a recreant son, of whom there was nothing any longer to be expected, and almost avoided meeting his glance. And Giulio perceived this and suffered from it, and when his father's back was turned, he threw him a furtive kiss, stretching forth his face with a sentiment of sad and dutiful tenderness; and between sorrow and fatigue, he grew thin and pale, and he was constrained to still further neglect his studies. And he understood well that there must be an end to it someday, and every evening he said to himself, "I will not grow up tonight"; but when the clock struck twelve, at the moment when he should have vogorously reaffirmed his resolution, he felt remorse: it seemed to him, that by remaining in bed he should be failing in a duty, and robbing his father and the family of a lira.And he rose, thinking that some night his father would wake up and discover him, or that he would discover the deception by accident, by counting the wrappers twice; and then all would come to a natural end without any act of his will, which he did not feel the courage to excert. And thus he went on. But one evening at dinner his father spoke a word which was decisive so far as he was concerned. His mother looked at him, and as it seemed to her that he was more ill and weak than usual, she said to him, "Giulio, you are ill." And then, turning to his father with anxiety:"Giulio is ill. See how pale he is Giulio, my dear, how do you feel?"

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His father gave a hasty glance and said "It is his bad conscience that produces his bad health. He was not thus when he was a studious scholar and a loving son."
"But he is ill!" exclaimed the mother.
"I don't care anything about him any longer!" replied the father.
This remark was like a stab in the heart to the poor boy. Ah! He cared nothing any more. His father, who once trembled at the mere sound of a cough from him! He no longer loved him; there was no longer any doubt; he was dead in his father's heart. "Ah, no! My father,"said the boy to himself, his heart oppressed with anguish, "now all is over indeed;I cannot live without your affection; I must have it all back. I will tell you all; I will only love me once more, my poor father!Oh, this time I am quite sure of my resolution!"

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译文：
佛罗伦萨的小 抄 写 员 〈3〉


这样过了两个月，父亲仍旧责骂他，对他的态度更加不好了。有一天，父亲到学校去找老师，问叙利奥的情况。老师说：“他的成绩还好，因为他很聪明。但是不及以前用心了，每天总是打呵欠，好像总想睡觉。”

晚上，父亲把叙利奥叫到身边，更严厉地对他说：“叙利奥！你知道我为了养活一家人，怎样地辛苦工作。我为了你们，是拿命在拼呢！你竟什么都不想，也不管父母、弟妹怎样！”

“啊！不是这样！您不要这样说，爸爸！”叙利奥含着眼泪恳求道。他真想把一切说明白，可是话到了嘴边又咽了下去，心里反复说：“不能说，还是一直瞒下去，帮爸爸做事吧。学校的功课是非学好不可的，但是还得帮助父亲，稍微减轻父亲的疲劳。对，这样做对！”

又过了两个月。叙利奥继续夜夜工作，白天疲倦不堪；父亲见了儿子，仍旧动怒，而且对儿子渐渐冷淡了。他不跟他多说话，甚至不愿看见他。叙利奥伤心极了，再加上疲劳，他的身体越来越弱，脸色越来越苍白，学习似乎更不用功了。他自己也知道，夜晚的工作非停止不可。晚上上床的时候，他常常对自己说：“从今夜起，真的不再起来了。”可是一到十二点钟，这个决心不知不觉又动摇了，好像睡着不起来，就是逃避了自己的责任，偷用了家里的两角钱一样。于是他忍不住仍旧爬起来。

有一天吃晚饭的时候，母亲觉得叙利奥的脸色比平常更坏了。她说：“叙利奥！你不舒服吗？”说着又对丈夫说：“叙利奥不知怎么了，你看他脸色发青呢！——叙利奥！你怎么啦？”

父亲瞟了叙利奥一眼，说：“那是他自作自受。以前用功的时候，并不是这样的。”

“是不是生病了？”母亲说。

“我早就不管他了！”父亲接着母亲的话说。

叙利奥听了，心像刀割一样。父亲竟不管自己了！就是这个过去连自己咳嗽一声都要担心得不得了的父亲。“啊！爸爸！没有您的爱，我是活不下去的！——我全说出来吧，不再瞒您了。只要您仍旧爱我，无论怎样，我一定像从前一样地用功。啊，这一次我真下了决心了！”

［Jessie跟大家叨叨几句心里话哦，不喜欢也请不要扎我好不好😊］

每一个爸爸妈妈其实内心永远都不会放弃自己的小孩，无论他做错了什么，无论他迷失了多久...
在爸爸妈妈眼里，我们总是像个长不大的毛头小子或是调皮任性的丫头片子！他们时时刻刻给予着我们深深的关爱和疼惜！或许，每个家庭的教育方式不同，所以我们感受到的来自爸爸妈妈的爱也是有深有浅的，但我始终相信，无论是哪种方式，他们都会是这世上最爱我们的人！

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P.S 我很开心可以成为IWI大家族的一员，每天感受到你们的快乐与真诚，很温馨，很阳光，不停的传递着正能量！期待更多的人加入我们哦，耐你们，嚒嚒哒！
明天的接力萌神会是谁呢？嘎嘎，保持一丢丢的神秘感，敬请期待吧！