It is easy for children to go to school.

Ideal is not the ornament of life, but the motive force of life. When a person loses his ideal, his life loses its vitality; But if a person has love and ideals. ......

Life was originally just an unremarkable night sky, but when we have love, bright stars are released in this night sky, embellishing life and making life colorful.

At night, the wind is biting; Under the street lamp, the light is pale.

A little boy, lying quietly under the street lamp. He is about ten years old, skinny and ragged, with no blood on his face. It seems that he hasn't eaten for a long time, and the only thing on him is the box of matches. He looks haggard. ...

At this moment, a drunk came by the roadside. He has a dark face and looks terrible in the cold moonlight. He had a cigarette in his mouth that had never been lit. He saw the matchbox in the little boy's hand and stared at it. He said coldly to the little boy, "Give me that box of matches, son." "No," the little boy pressed the matchbox tightly to his chest. The drunk roared, "I want to die!" " "He picked up the little boy and easily reinforced the matchbox." Please, please, uncle, don't take it away, please ... "He tried his best to hold the drunk's leg and cried at the top of his lungs. But the drunk threw away the matchbox impatiently, and the boy went crazy to pick it up. He was so tired that he fell on the road alone.

At this moment, a kind middle-aged woman came over. He saw the little boy lying on the side of the road and helped him up. The little boy was dying and said to him, "Auntie, I can't die ... Please ... take me to the hospital, sister ..." The boy finally fell down, and the woman quickly helped her up and called 120 to see him off.

A few hours later, the boy finally woke up. The doctor said he was fine, but he was so hungry that he was malnourished. He opened his eyes and saw the woman. The woman gave him a cake and said, "Son, eat quickly ..." The boy said nothing, but his eyes flashed with seven colors. He began to gobble up, and the woman quickly handed a glass of water. In such a cold winter, a kind of maternal warmth arises spontaneously. The boy drank water and ate the cake in a hurry. The woman asked, "Why do you want to live?" "Because ... I have ideals." "What is the ideal? Can you tell me?" "Well," the boy began to tell his story ... The woman heard that because of the boy's father's serious illness, a warm, beautiful and harmonious family had run out of water, and his parents died, leaving only him and his sister, who now lives in a big family. They promised that they could live there as long as the boys worked for them. When a boy sells 100 packs of matches every day, he gets 10 yuan. In this way, he and his sister's living expenses and her tuition can be collected in one month. And the boy's ideal is to let his sister go to school. After listening, a piece of Wang Yang has appeared in a woman's eyes.

Ideal is not the ornament of life, but the motive force of life. When a person loses his ideal, his life loses its vitality; But when a person has love and ideals, life has a soul!