Unforgettable poverty

Mead

Poverty is a river, full of sadness and sorrow; Poverty is a hurdle, and the swamp is bumpy, which has created the competition of heroes; Poverty is a knife that cuts off countless emotions in the world. There was no poverty in the world, but people climbed the fence of comparison, greedy bugs were born in the siege of the soul, and a canal of poverty was dug, which opened the prelude to people's struggle and struggle in the ocean of poverty. Getting rid of poverty and getting rich has become the pursuit of human society.

Poverty has no original sin. Poverty can let us know who we are. My hometown is in the plain in the middle of Jiangsu Province. Although Haimen is known as the land of plenty, in the 1960s, Haimen in Changbao was penniless. At first glance, the leaves in spring are all yellow. Every night in the cold winter, the barren land is dark except for the faint kerosene lamp that penetrates into the eaves. Being surrounded by family and the poor is the fashion color of every family. Some people call the peasant's thatched cottage "a broken grass mud house with Mao Zedong hanging in the middle". I went to school at the age of six because my separated mother was unable to take care of her four children in order to earn work points for farm work. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I lost the new book I just received because I was playful. At that time, the tuition and fees of two yuan a school year were a heavy burden for any family. I lost my textbook, and I was scared. At that time, I didn't know the story of Gao Yubao, but I knew very well that my mother could no longer buy me money. In order not to let my mother be spanked, and because I don't want to go to school without books, I copied other people's textbooks with draft paper. It took me nearly a week to fool my teacher and mother. I got double marks in the final exam that year, and was rated as "three good students" and became the only leader of the Young Pioneers in the school. Because of poverty, my young mind has sown the seeds of self-improvement prematurely. In the face of difficulties and even disasters, I have relative coping skills.

Poverty is a love song in life. Poverty can let us know our dreams and pursuits. My junior high school was spent in the countryside near the bus station in Changbao Town. At that time, the winter was unusually cold, and the whistling north wind with flying snow often devoured and destroyed people's will. Because the family was poor, it was a luxury to eat and wear warm clothes at that time. It is common to wear clothes in autumn and winter. Whoever has a cotton-padded jacket and trousers will become a poetic landscape. In the winter of the second day of junior high school, I had chilblain on one foot and my instep was black and blue with cold. This is like a fermented steamed bread, which is very painful. In order not to affect school, every day when the rooster doesn't crow, I wear shoes made of reed flowers, drag my frozen feet and limp on the unfrozen snow. On my way to school for more than three miles, I thought of Paul Kochakin. I learned that bread and distance are heavy, and I learned that road and poetry are not romantic. Some people say that poverty limits my imagination, but I think it is because of poverty that I really have dreams and pursuits.

Poverty is not shameful, poverty is really shameful, and poverty can let us know how to cherish the present. A person who forgets poverty means betraying history, but if he is always obsessed with poverty, he will never succeed. There is a joke that can't be laughed at: three generations are poor because the third generation is too poor to marry at all, so there is no fourth generation. Because of poverty, the blood of the great escape surged in my bone marrow. Although I became a primary school teacher after graduating from high school, the poor roots can't bear fruit after all, and I am afraid of being poor. I abandoned my pen and joined the army. When I left, I looked at the eyes of my relatives and friends who had been numb by poverty, and I was afraid that my poor heart would become stronger in trembling. When I arrived in the army, it was the curse of poverty that kept me awake and enterprising at all times, and it was the lash of poverty that made me stand firm. Even if I later took the post of political commissar of the Communist Youth League, I always used the rags of the times to polish the ancient mirror of poverty and honestly told myself not to forget poverty and cherish the present.

Poverty is a wave in the long river of life. It may be a fleeting note in your life journey, or it may be the whole of your life. But any poverty is relative. As long as lofty thoughts and immortal spirit fill your body, all poverty will become the foundation of our success. Whether we embrace wealth or pursue the future, we must not forget poverty.

Brief introduction of the author

Zhang Guoping, whose pen name is Waves, is a man who interprets life with his heart. He has published more than 100 articles in People's Navy, Journal of Political Science, Chuanlian Political Work, Jiefang Daily, Xinmin Evening News, Labor, Modern Science and Art of Leadership.