The composition "Speak from the Heart and Tell the Party" will be handed in tomorrow, so hurry up!

Speaking the truth to the party is like a child chatting with his mother. It may be trivial and trivial, but this is the real life of ordinary people. Only under the correct leadership of the party can we live a small life and a good life.

My hometown is in the central area, which is a relatively remote and poor place. I was born in the twelfth lunar month 197 1 My mother often tells me about my birth. At that time, the snow closed the door and it was very cold. And our family of six people is at the end of the years. After the Spring Festival, there is no rice and firewood at home, and of course there is charcoal fire. After I was born, I suddenly stopped eating and making trouble the next day because of a cold. My mother thought the child was dying of a cold, so putting me in bed meant resignation.

Maybe this is my destiny. Unexpectedly, after a long sleep, my little hands and feet moved away again. At that time, my father had just returned from his relatives' home in the mountains with a bundle of firewood. At this time, the whole family only drank porridge, and I came back to life.

The biggest feeling when I was a child was that I didn't have enough to eat. Later, when my younger brother was born, there were seven people in the family, but the food distributed by the production team was far from enough for our family to eat. There are only so many food sources, and the rest can only be saved. I remember my father told me such a story. Once upon a time, a scholar went to the toilet one day and found a grain of rice on the ground. He didn't think it was dirty, so he bent down to pick it up and give it to eat. Father said that the scholar later won the first prize. Father said that this story may be a warning to us. We can't waste our lives and must cherish food. I didn't understand it then. Now that I think about it, that story must be made up. Because I didn't eat, I think my home will be very clean. Why is there rice grain in the toilet? But we remember this story very clearly. We were careful when eating, for fear that rice grains would fall on the table and the ground. At that time, we ate porridge every day, that is, porridge in the morning and evening and dry rice at noon. I often lick the bowl after eating porridge twice in the morning and evening. Sometimes porridge juice sticks to the tip of the nose, and then you scrape your nose to eat it. Recently, I was reading Jia Pingwa's novel "Ancient Furnace", and I felt that the dog urine in the book was very similar to the hunger when I was a child, but I didn't have enough to eat.

About 1978. At that time, all three of us were growing up and had big appetites. It's time for dinner. My family has as much food as before, and it's even more inadequate. I remember once having dinner, my father said something to the effect that there is a rule in the team that only strong laborers can eat a big bowl at home at noon, because strong laborers have to go to work and engage in heavy manual labor, which consumes a lot, and the consumption of others is reduced by half. Father is a joke, a family, who won't let the children eat? But when I was young, I vaguely felt that this day was getting more and more sad. At that time, there was really no money at home, and every penny was calculated by my father. I saw such a thing with my own eyes. Once my mother went to the market to do business and brought back two fish. My father was very angry and complained that my mother shouldn't spend money recklessly. Mother is also very wronged. There are so many people at home that they haven't eaten meat for several days. The children's eyes are green with hunger. The mother then gave her father two sentences, and his father added fuel to the fire at this time. In a rage, he threw the fish in his mother's hand far away.

Mother was very sad. She didn't say anything at that time, but her eyes were full of tears. After my father's anger subsided, my mother picked up the fish again, chopped it up and washed it. At noon that day, we had a delicious fish soup lunch with trepidation. Later, my mother told my father that she was reluctant to spend money because this fish was left over by others in the market and was the cheapest.

Alas, it's sad to think of these.

Just like the strong wind in spring, it comes up at night. I remember it was 198 1. Our hometown also implements the contract responsibility system. Great, we can finally eat enough. I remember writing a composition when I was a child. No matter what I write, the first sentence is often "Since the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee ...". Although we don't know what the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee is, I vaguely feel in my weak mind that this is an important meeting, which has a great influence on the whole country and brought new changes to my family, so I will always remember it. This is called the root of not forgetting me.

Really, since the 1980 s, life in my family has been getting worse every day. Although the money at home is still relatively tight, people are in a comfortable mood, and feel that life has a head start, and how much they pay will be rewarded, which is very different from before. I put on new clothes for the first time during the Spring Festival that year. Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I didn't have anything new to wear before. My brother always dresses me, and my family doesn't make new clothes for my second child. That's what I mean when I say "old is old, old is old". Before that, I remember going out once, and there was really nothing to wear at home, so my mother borrowed a pair of pants from my neighbor's house for me to wear. Those are Chun Mei's trousers, and Chun Mei is as big as me. My mother thinks it should be appropriate for me to wear her pants. Yes, I did, but there was a problem. In the past, girls' trousers were open at the waist. In other words, I have to take off my pants if I want to pee. ...

1982, electricity was connected at home, and our village bid farewell to the dark ages. Grandma used to mutter that the good days in the future would be "lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs", and there was another saying, "You don't need oil for lighting, and you don't need cows for plowing." This is the ideal life in the hearts of rural people, in fact, these will become a reality one by one in the near future.

When I graduated from middle school, my parents hoped that I could be admitted to the normal school in the county. After three years, I will become a teacher and get paid. I don't have to face the loess and dig in the soil. This is great. The senior high school entrance examination went to normal university, and my parents were beaming. They can be high school teachers in the future, or even better.

After graduation, I took a pointer. To their surprise, I caught up with the country's good policy, which is the reform of selecting and employing people. Not long after, I was admitted to the work of the county government office in my hometown and became a member of the yamen. This is an unprecedented event in the village. Every child in the countryside can enter the county government. Not if it is not the party's good policy. I worked hard. Later, Changzhou, Jiangsu Province was selected into the whole country. I seized the opportunity to be admitted to the more prosperous southern Jiangsu.

In a few years, I changed rooms three times, and the better I changed, the bigger I changed. "upstairs and downstairs light telephone" is no longer a dream.

In fact, personal changes are the epitome of the times. Without the party's good policies, how can we live a happy life today?

To tell the truth to the party, where can these changes be justified?

Sui Qiao