Once upon a time, a child lived with his mother. One day, the child ran home from school in a panic. Mother saw him in a flurry and asked him what was wrong.

The child said hesitantly, "Mom, I saw my classmate's clipboard look good today, so I stole it back when he wasn't looking. I know it's not a good idea, but ... "Mother interrupted him with a frown:" Who says it's not a good idea? He didn't see it anyway. Now, this tablet is yours. What's wrong? "

"Really? Mom, don't you blame me? " The child looked up and asked.

"Of course it's true, how can I blame you? Come on, let's eat! In the future, you can use that tablet. " After listening to his mother's words, the child left safely.

A few days later, the child brought back a very beautiful coat from the outside. She gave the clothes to her mother, who picked them up and tried them on: Ha, not too big or too small, just right. She asked the child, "Where did you get this coat?"

"When I passed a family, I saw this family drying clothes. I think this is good. I thought it would look good on my mother, so I took it back. " The son said casually.

"Well, you are really capable. Next time you have the opportunity, bring a few more pieces back. " The mother picked up her son and kissed him.

How time flies! The children are growing up. Egged on by his mother, he got into the habit of stealing, committing crimes everywhere, stealing everything he saw, and finally became a habitual thief. Thieves are becoming more and more brave. This time, he entered the vault and was caught on the spot. He was so guilty that the judge sentenced him to death. The thief was taken to the execution ground. His mother knows, and she beats her chest and cries. Before he died, the thief asked him to talk to his mother in private. Mother stepped forward and pricked up her ears to hear what he had to say. The thief opened his mouth and bit off her ear.

Mother cried out in pain, puzzled, called him unfilial and criminal, and bit off her ear before she died.

The thief replied indignantly, "When I was young, I stole my first monument. If you beat me up and taught me that it was wrong, let me correct my mistake. Would I be today?"

This is the lack of education.