Poverty stimulated my imagination.

Our list of books determines our past,

This also indicates a broad future.

? -Dream of rainy season

Many people say that poverty limits my imagination, but for the life I live, it is poverty that inspires my imagination and adds a touch of bright color to my originally gloomy sky.

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When I was a child, a group of children followed adults to dig sweet potatoes. Other children were running around in the fields, playing wildly, while I sat motionless on the ground playing with sand. I didn't remember it until the adults finished their tasks and went home.

My mother couldn't help but pick me up, but unexpectedly found a sweet potato hidden under me, the size of a bowl.

"Is that why you've been sitting?" Mom asked me.

I nodded my head.

I thought she would be sad. After all, there was not enough food at home and she was often hungry, so she had to make this decision.

Ha ha ha ha!

Mother smiled unexpectedly and said with a smile, you greedy cat How do you know to keep a secret when you are only two or three years old?

Alas, isn't this poverty? How dare you laugh at me!

02

When I was a child, I was most afraid of rainy days, because my rain gear only had a raincoat and a straw hat, which not only couldn't cover the rain, but also made my flowing hair look like a chicken nest, which was very ugly.

Seeing other children swaggering past me with colorful umbrellas, I don't want to mention how envious I am.

So I often think: how can I have a small umbrella?

Do you want mom to buy it for me? That's impossible. Save it with the money to help people peel corn and cocoon? I don't know when my dream will come true.

Crackle, thought of a way. I quickly found a stick, pulled the rope off my hat, and fixed it on the stick with a grass, which became a simple straw hat umbrella. I tried to stick my head in, which not only blocked the rain, but also kept the dignity of a girl who loves beauty.

In the drizzle, I slowly walked home with my classmates with a homemade straw hat umbrella. From time to time, someone gave me a half-sympathetic and half-sarcastic look, but I didn't seem to hear or see anything. I walked silently and looked forward to it. ...

03

Once, my father went to work in the field and picked a bag of sour plums when he came back. He originally wanted to relieve our desire to alleviate his guilt that he had no money to buy us snacks.

But the plums were so sour that we all took a bite and threw them away. We can't eat them at all

"I will give twenty cents to anyone who can eat ten." I don't want to waste food, so my father will give me a big reward without hesitation.

"Is this true?" There must be a brave man under the reward, and I am eager to have a try at once.

After getting my father's solemn promise, I grabbed a handful of plums and began to imagine in my mind:

This is chocolate. Destroy one;

This is toffee. Destroy one;

This is a doughnut. Destroy one;

This is litchi, this is longan and this is grape. ...

I ate 1 1 plum in the exclamation of my brother and sister, and then proudly asked my father for a reward.

But my father said, "No way. I said I ate ten pieces for twenty cents, and you ate 1 1. It would be nice not to punish you. "

hahahaha ...

In the laughter of all those who gloat, I burst into tears. I don't know if it's sour or because of the twenty cents that are about to fly.

04

In the first grade of junior high school, I fell in love with a boy, but that boy fell in love with another girl. His family was rich, and he always wore beautiful clothes and dressed up beautifully, and he was fascinated everywhere he went.

At that time, I thought: how can I get his attention?

I don't have beautiful clothes and I'm not tall enough. Walking with other girls will always be like a servant girl. How can I get his attention and find out how interesting his soul is?

Finally, it suddenly occurred to me that I studied hard and made rapid progress, becoming the first in my class.

Very not easy to wait until the day of the school meeting, very not easy to wait until the award ceremony, very not easy to wait until the principal read my name, I Shi Shiran stood up and walked to the podium in the crowd. ...

Now, he should have noticed me, right?

Sure enough, I heard him tell his classmates next to him-

"The girl's grades are so good? I really can't tell. However, why is that mole on her face so big? "

Alas! I miss shit!

You just don't like me. Do you need to hurt me like this?

Also, it's not a mole on my face, it's a zit, okay?

05

At that time, birthdays were very popular. When a classmate has a birthday, a good classmate is ordered to send cards and notebooks, and new clothes or big red envelopes at home, so that he can be happy for a whole month.

At that time, my family had no money and few good friends. No one would give me a red envelope or a small gift to wish me a happy birthday. Of course, I wouldn't feel sad about it.

But sometimes I think, how can I make my birthday particularly meaningful?

So, I did something and kept it from everyone.

As a result, the day after my birthday, many people surrounded me and said, "So yesterday was your birthday? Why didn't you say so earlier? Happy birthday to you. "

A week before my birthday, I wrote a letter to a song-ordering program on the local radio station, hoping that they could read and play the song Happy Birthday to you on my birthday, so that everyone would know.

At that time, many people listened to this program, but I was the first one in our school who could write and draw.

I was happy for a month and a day.

06

On the third day, the family went from bad to worse. Mom and dad often quarrel about money, which makes the family fidgety, and the people who come to collect debts almost break the threshold of the family.

I often can only hide under the covers and cry alone. When I was tired of crying, I began to think: Is this home still home? Am I really their own daughter? Why don't they care that I'm about to have a mid-term exam, and they keep arguing all day?

Maybe they just picked me up. My biological parents abandoned me when necessary. Now they have a good life and are asking about my whereabouts. I just need to stay here for a while, and then I can leave. ...

But after a while, the life of chicken flying and dog jumping continued, but my "biological parents" didn't come to pick me up. After busy study and work, I can only bury myself in writing a diary.

In that imaginary world, I am a princess, I am a queen, and I am the wife that the overbearing president is destined to marry in the future. ...

07

Well, at the end of the story, I didn't become the wife of the overbearing president. My husband is just an engineer of the human soul, fighting side by side with me in the same school.

Some students asked me privately how I managed to catch up with him.

Joke, of course he chased me. How can I chase him?

They just think he paints well, so they think it's me, right?

He and I are junior high school classmates, but we are not in the same class. He said that he paid attention to and remembered me when I went on stage to receive the award, but I didn't know him at that time.

But it's okay, otherwise he can't catch up with me (although he is 1.75 meters tall, with long legs, big nose and big eyes like hybrids). As for the reason-

Hee hee! Think for yourselves.

08

Therefore, I don't understand why it must be said that poverty limits imagination. Poverty can also stimulate imagination.

Only the rich have the imagination of the rich, and the poor have the imagination of the poor.

There is a saying that if you are poor, you should change it. Because of poverty, we should vigorously develop the treasure of imagination.

Isn't it?