It was a sunny morning in the ancient city of Rome hundreds of years ago. In a beautiful garden, there is a gazebo covered with vines. There are two boys standing in the pavilion. They are watching their mother and her girlfriend walking among the flowers and trees.
"Have you ever seen a beautiful lady like mom?" The younger brother asked, his hand grasping his tall brother's hand. "She looks like a queen."
"But she is not as beautiful as our mother," said my brother. Yes, her dress is really gorgeous, but her face is not elegant and kind. Our mother is like a queen. "
"Yes," said the younger brother. "No woman in Rome is like a queen like our dear mother."
Soon, their mother cornelia came down from the long corridor and talked to them. She is only wearing a plain white robe. According to the custom at that time, she went barefoot with bare arms. She doesn't have a shiny ring on her hand or a shiny necklace around her neck. Her only crown is a long soft braid on her head. A gentle smile flashed on her elegant face when she saw the proud eyes of her sons.
"Children," she said, "I have something to tell you."
They bowed to their mother according to the etiquette learned by Roman children and said, "What is it, mother?"
"Let's eat together in the garden today. After dinner, our friend showed us a great jewelry box. You have heard about this box for a long time. "
The two brothers looked at their mother's girlfriend in shame. Does she have any other rings besides the one on her finger? Can she have any other gems besides the glittering necklace around her neck?
After a simple outdoor meal, a servant took the box out of the room. The lady opened the box. Ah! Those jewels dazzled two curious children, where there were strings of pearls as white as milk and as smooth as satin; There are piles of sparkling rubies like burning coals, sapphires as blue as the blue sky that summer, and diamonds as dazzling as the sun.
The two brothers stared at the jewels for a long time.
"alas!" My brother whispered, "If only our mother could have such beautiful things!" " "
However, the jewelry box was finally closed and carefully taken away.
"cornelia, do you really have no jewelry?" Her friend asked. "I heard someone whisper that you are poor, really?"
"No, I'm not poor," cornelia replied, drawing her two children to her side. "This is my baby. They are more valuable than all your jewels. "
I believe those two children will never forget their mother's pride, love and care. In the later years, when they become great men in Rome, they often think of this scene in the garden, and the whole world likes to hear the story "The Gem of cornelia".