Have you ever experienced poverty? What kind of life is it?

At first, it was really hard. In order to find a job, half of our class took a 28.5-hour train to Kunshan and rented a rough house. More than 20 men and women live in a house with three bedrooms and one living room, and eat from the same pot every day. Everyone is not very good at cooking, and the cooked rice tastes bad. To put it bluntly, we can't catch up with the food on the workplace, because everyone has to go to the talent market every day. So everyone is under great pressure. They don't have enough money and don't want to take care of their families, so they are afraid to spend money. Later, the people in the room walked wave after wave just like the knockout. Our four good brothers barely found jobs, but even if they barely survived, only the four of us were left. We couldn't afford the rent for three bedrooms and one living room, so we moved to a small village nearby. I still clearly remember 150 a month. The floor of that room is always wet. I haven't worked since I lived there. There are three beds in the room, a double bed and two single beds. I was the spiritual leader of the four of us. I sleep in a single bed. They put the beds together and slept with three people. The one who is bitten by mosquitoes every day is miserable. At that time, I bought a 1 10 bike to save money at work, and rode 10 km to work every day, but not having a car at night was not just to save money. One day after work, my car parked in the house we rented, and we went to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet. I lost my car when I came back. After that, I have no tools to go to work. I can only walk home when I work the night shift. I walk for nearly two hours every day. At that time, I was too stubborn to think of any other way, so I just left. I was very tired every day, and then we all returned to our hometown for personal reasons. We worked and lived there for a year, and it was really difficult to the extreme.

I have experienced poverty twice, once in a difficult period of three years; One is the second month of the first half semester.

Tough three years. I remember/kloc-in the autumn of 0/959, city people often carried old work clothes and clothes to the village to exchange corn and high grain. The people in the village are very happy and willing to exchange food for those old clothes. Unexpectedly, in the spring of 1960, those who exchanged food for old clothes didn't even have enough to eat. Unexpectedly, this year (1960), due to the low temperature, the crops could not grow and there was not much grain. In addition to the planned distribution of public grain (actually not enough), all households basically did not get rations. People have to pick cabbage to satisfy their hunger. At that time, they could eat high-grain bran, even if they ate grain. The elm bark has also been peeled off. In the most difficult time, people soak corn cob and corn husk in caustic soda, clean them, cook them in a big pot, filter them with tofu bags, and precipitate them into starch to satisfy their hunger. Some people use chaff to feed their hunger. These two things are the hardest to swallow. Not only is it swollen after eating, but it's too dry to shit. Due to malnutrition, people began to edema and pressed a hole in their legs. At this critical moment, the commune and the production team decided to resell the grain, with 326 yuan of corn and one or two soybeans per person per day. On this basis, people who came back to sell grain struggled through the winter of 1960 and the early spring of 196 1. 196 1 in March and April, there are wild vegetables growing in the soil, such as garlic with small roots, koji, seaweed, wheel-wheel vegetables (plantain seeds), roots of Sophora japonica and bowl flowers (also called sweet roots) and so on. Every household spit out a lot of Quma vegetables, dried them and put them into sacks as rations. In June and July, potatoes came down and were stored in large quantities as rations. In this way, we survived the winter of 196 1 year (the temperature was still low in 6 1 year, and little grain was harvested) and the spring and summer of 1962. 1962 has a good harvest, and the difficult period is basically over. The so-called three-year difficult period is from the winter of 1960 to the spring and summer of 1962. I have no money and nothing to eat these days, and I am really poor. It is precisely because of this experience that my wife and I cherish food very much and never throw away leftovers. Since we have a good life, we won't throw them away.

The second month after the start of the first year of junior high school, I met with difficulties again, entirely because of poverty. The junior high school I attended was the No.4 junior high school in Heishan County. The school collects 3 yuan's meals every month. After the beginning of the first semester, the first month's meal was paid, but the second month's meal (1964 10) could not be paid, with only 27 cents in hand. My dad told me that you should talk to the school and delay paying for a few days. The family is losing money. I told the school, and the school didn't agree, saying, can't your family even take out 3 yuan? I had no choice but to buy half a bag of tomatoes at 27 cents and eat two or three tomatoes a day for a whole week before my family gave me food expenses. It was ok to eat tomatoes two days ago, but after a few days, I felt weak, diarrhea, listless and miserable in class. This is my most difficult experience, completely caused by poverty. This experience has honed my will and made me never bow my head in the face of difficulties and never lose heart.

These are my two poorest experiences, and that kind of life will never be forgotten by me.

Our county was a poor county in my grandfather's time, a poor county in my father's time and a poor county in my generation. If all poor counties were not required to take off their hats in 2000 to achieve a well-off society in an all-round way, I estimate that my grandchildren would still be poor counties. Some people say that China is in the primary stage of socialism, and a former leader of our city (or region at that time) said that we are still in the primary stage of socialism.

1) Days without food.

When I was still wearing pants, there was a drought one year, and all the crops and many grasses died of drought. My family keeps an old sow. Everyone who used to raise pigs in rural areas knows that pigs have to eat grass and food. At that time, there was no food and grass at home, and my father wanted to drive pigs to the street to sell them. My home is more than 20 miles from the street. At that time, the road was very narrow, only a foot wide, and there were steep cliffs. There is a deep river below. My father was afraid that I would fall, so he had to put his arm around my neck.

Drought is not just my family, but most parts of the country. Nobody bought it in the street, so many pig sellers went straight to the streets to go home. No one bought the pig, and neither did the big pig. My father can no longer put me around his neck and drive the pigs home. I met a man on the road and heard from his father that the old sow was going to give birth to piglets in another month. They only gave him twenty cents. Father was very helpless and didn't want to sell it at all. I said sell it, or it will starve to death when I go back to our house, so a big pig sold it for twenty cents.

My parents have worked hard all their lives. I have been working in the fields since I was a child, but there is always not enough food at home. Now my parents don't know why. 1) Grandpa's three sons, two of whom were built by his grandfather, but his father built the house by himself after he separated. In the past, there was not much food at home, and the whole village built houses to help, and almost all the food in a year was eaten up. Then the food you want to eat next year can only be borrowed, just like a person borrows his salary from the unit in advance before going to work and pays his salary next month. 2) My family lives in the shade of a tree, with mountains in front and behind. I seldom see the sun all the year round, and the room is always wet. There are big trees higher than the house in front of and behind my house to keep out the sun. After it rains and snows, the tiles can't dry at all. After a few years, the house collapsed and began to leak rain. In a few years, it will be renovated. Once decorated, my family has eaten up half a year's grain. I remember renovating it twice and then building a house on the sunny side. 3) The brigade will remember to change the land book. My family has a piece of land, which used to be 40 kg (per mu), but after adding a 0, it becomes 400 kg. For example, in Shaanxi Guanzhong Plain, Henan, Hebei, Shandong, Anhui and other plain areas, the yield per mu may reach 800 or even 1000 kg, while in our mountainous area, 400 kg per mu is already the highest. This is equivalent to giving less land to one person in the family. Because my brother is super-born, 14 didn't give land, and a family of five equals only three people. However, agricultural tax, public grain, assessed contributions and compulsory labor are all calculated according to five people. 4) The only piece of land facing the sun in my family has an acre and a half, which is used to collect grain. The rest of the sandy land on the shady side does not grow grain, but the brigade will remember (and our production team will remember at that time) to divide this grain collection land into five pieces for his brother, because it is close to his brother and flat, and the key is to collect grain. At that time, there was no electricity in our hometown, and his brother sold kerosene in the supply and marketing cooperative. If he doesn't buy kerosene, it may be embarrassing, and his father has to compromise.

A family of five is equal to only one acre of land to collect grain, and history is short of grain. Try to collect only one acre of land the day after tomorrow. Even if the weather is good, the highest yield per mu is only 400 kg. Until 2000, my family contracted a piece of land, and the desperate people in my family completely changed my family's food crisis, but it became the root of my family's misfortune.

Although the food crisis at home has been difficult to solve, my parents never let me go hungry. Although my family is poor, my parents never forget to provide me with schooling.

2) Days without money

1) I remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, the teacher asked everyone to pay the work-study fee, which was about 3 yuan per person. When I got to school, I told my teacher that there was no money at home now and I would pay it back in a few days. The teacher said seriously, "Go home and get it." I went home and came to school the next day without money, and the teacher didn't ask. Looking back now, I feel very strange.

2) Around the next semester of Grade Two, the family is rushing to collect enough tuition fees, and the principal stipulates that those who have not signed up before 4 pm will not be required. It was almost 4 o'clock when I got to school, but it wasn't 4 o'clock yet. The teacher who signed up for the fee doesn't know where he went. I can't help it I wandered the streets for a week. My junior high school English is very good, and my teacher has been giving me a cooker. I have basically studied grammar from junior high school to senior high school. Usually, if the teacher speaks an English sentence in class, I will translate it into Chinese immediately. If I speak a Chinese sentence, I will translate it into Chinese immediately. Sometimes I may make mistakes, but it's not a big problem. The teacher asked me to buy materials, but my family didn't buy any money. When the teacher talks about the topic, I will read it before telling the answer. The teacher often says that I am his favorite student, and I have long been used to this tacit understanding of teaching. It's a pity that my family has no money to wander the streets for a week and can't enter the classroom. Finally, the teacher asked the principal (he and the principal's dormitory wall) before I went back to the classroom, but the physics teacher woke me up and said in front of the whole class, how can your family be qualified to go to school here?

3) University is the most painful. When I was in school, there were no grants and no student loans. The tuition fee is 5000 yuan a year, and the accommodation fee is one year 1000 (4500 for literature and history, 800 for dormitory without bathroom). At that time, the wages in coastal areas were higher, with large workers working one day 10 yuan and small workers working one day in 7 yuan. Not counting the living expenses, I can't earn enough tuition and accommodation for two years. After so many years, my alma mater still charges the same fee. Now you can earn a lot of money in one month by working on the website for two months. It's a pity that freshman met a wonderful teacher who claimed to be a postdoctoral fellow. He transferred from P University to N University and then to our school. We memorized almost all the answers, but people just wouldn't let us, forcing us to pay bribes and give gifts. Some girls ... I got a high interest loan at that time, and I only had 200 yuan's living expenses for one month, so I couldn't borrow 1000 yuan to buy things. Later, I ate a dollar of rice noodles. The proprietress who sold rice noodles saw that I didn't have enough to eat at all and wanted to take care of me, but only one dollar didn't make money. At present, the vice president of a university is one of my former teachers. He told us that you can graduate from anything and never be a teacher unless you are the principal. I didn't listen to what the teacher said, so that I paid a heavy price later.

Life without umbrella, shoes and clothes is more sad, but there is no money. Life is getting better and better now. I dare not forget the days when I had no food and no money to spend, and neither can I.

Once my poverty was just an external material,

In 2008, in Kunming, Yunnan, we rented a farmhouse for 100 yuan, and we had to go to the public toilet to go to the toilet, and we had to pay a dime! Every time I push a scooter on the streets of Kunming, I sell it for 100 yuan a day, and I earn 30 to 40 yuan after removing the cost! Come back at night to buy food and cook by yourself. I don't eat well, live well, wear well, and my clothes are covered with pudding. But I always thought it would be better, I had expectations for life and I was always full of hope for the future. That year was my fourth year in Kunming, and I just turned 18 years old!

Now I'm 28, and I still rent a house in Hangzhou. Rent 1000. Go to work regularly every day, and the salary is just enough to support yourself. I can cook by myself or eat in an ordinary restaurant outside, but now I'm wasting my time because I don't expect to get it tomorrow, and I don't have any good expectations for the future. I just feel like I'm just doing nothing day by day! Because now I lack not only material things, but also my own thoughts …

There is no way to grasp the present and embrace the future. Even the past time has no memory for me!

Compared with the life of the walking dead, poverty may actually be a good thing for me.

I was born in the 1950s and spent most of my life in poverty. When I was a child, I was poor because my country was poor. As the saying goes, a big river has no water and a small river is dry. At that time, my brothers and sisters couldn't wear the rest of their clothes, and most of them were patched. Not having enough to eat is common, and power is often cut off. Every family must have kerosene lamps or candles. Although life is bitter, there is hope at that time. As long as one person in the family goes to work, life will improve a lot. After 1977, life gradually got better, but it didn't last long. With the reform of economic system, it has caught up with laid-off workers and self-employed workers. Life has fallen to a low point, but this low point is extremely painful. A series of problems, such as middle age, low academic qualifications and schooling for children, are disheartening. Fortunately, we survived, and it is the greatest wish of our generation to spend our old age safely.

Poverty is very difficult. Everything is "not smooth" It's cold, I have no clothes to wear, I'm hungry and my stomach is uncomfortable. I think it's good to wake up from sleep, but I'm still hungry. This is my own, and then there are outsiders, cold words and cold rain. Mental torture, miserable. How many nights can't sleep, how many trudges in the wind and rain, how many grievances are swallowed in the stomach, how many are helpless and heartless, and how many things are greeting you, Yan also avoids three points. ...

In this chaotic universe, in the end, I still want to start the world like Pangu and Kuafu and run it day after day. ...

finally ...

With the development of society, I can't get rid of the invisible and huge social machine. I gave you everything, but my relatives left me, dust to dust, dirt to dirt.

In fact, whether you are rich or poor, you can feel at ease, and your life is rich. Although I gave almost all my income to the hospital, to be exact. But all my relatives left me. My food was poor, so I ate porridge and vegetables, and there were leftovers at home. Since childhood, there are no weekends in my memory, and I get up early and get greedy every day. I don't have strange functions. I am an ordinary person, and I may be used to it. My life is hard (so many bosses like me). I think I am a bad karma, and I can't bear the pain of "poverty" of my loved ones. Pangu opens the sky and Kuafu chases the sun. Although not as successful as others, all the houses and cars are in the names of relatives, but the generally poor living standards can still be adhered to. I just want to transfer the suffering of my loved ones to me. I think I am a bad karma, and suffering should naturally be on me. However, the hospital rejected me thousands of miles away. Of course, I also checked and said that I am in good health and there is nothing to be afraid of. Later, I wondered if it had something to do with my outlook on life: to die without illness. Maybe one day, I will become an immortal immediately.

Originally, the first half was a history of struggle, but I feel that chicken soup is good, but it tastes good. I still add some healthy tea, which tastes bland. In fact, poverty is very sad and even impossible, but if you don't cultivate your own mind, no matter how high the culture is, your demons can't be controlled. No matter how hard you try, no matter how rich the material is, you can't feed your demons.

Of course, we don't treat poverty negatively, but since poverty is in front of us, we must run after the sun and solve the problem quickly. We are not sad, angry, hateful or abandoned, but we can be miserable and bloody. Even if we finally fall down, our bodies will become another "earth", which is also a kind of wealth.

I hope that people born in poverty will not fall into another kind of poverty: physical and mental poverty. I hope everyone will move from material prosperity to physical and mental prosperity. Don't get caught up in buying misery with money! Maybe I've seen too much, but personal experience is nothing. It just looks uncomfortable.

There is no need to be afraid of poverty at present, there are always rich and poor people; Rich, enter the struggle of all-round prosperity.

Don't "wait until you are rich, sighing at your temples every day, busy with nurses and chanting I am" to understand: I am so confused!

Dare not recall, are bitter tears! My three brothers, the eldest brother left to be a soldier, and I was the second. Third brother is two years old and goes to school in my class. The books and tuition fees are paid at the same time. I once remembered that when I was in the third grade of primary school, I changed books and handed in books and tuition. My brothers needed seven dollars, so I asked my father for it at dinner. My father was blindsided! Don't say seven dollars, there is no seventy cents at home! Father said, don't go to the third place, let your second brother go! Just go out and ask your neighbor to borrow 3.5 yuan! Mom said, if you want to borrow it, you can borrow seven dollars and go to school! This is an impressive scene in those days! In the second act, in the military camp, the first month is six dollars, and the second month is seven dollars. I have to buy toothpaste and soap. I remember saving medicine for half a year and sending 30 yuan to my parents at the post office. My father took a check to the post office to withdraw money. It was a fair that day, and I didn't know that the money had flown until I wanted to buy it, so I went home empty-handed! This scene has been fulfilled for many years, and the whole family is in tears!

Experienced. Mainly in the 1990s. Although, with Deng Xiaoping's southern tour speech in 1992, the horn of China's reform officially sounded. The four special zones in our country have really entered the scene of doing great things in full swing! But the spring breeze of reform has not blown into the poor ravine where I was born and raised. I was in junior high school at that time. But seriously, when I was in junior high school, Maybe our remote small county. Never felt the spring breeze of reform. So overall, there is little change and little difference. What really changed was my high school days. After all, after two or three years. Most parts of the country can feel the spring breeze of reform. The economy is relatively better. But for our small county with only five elements. The focus of development is mainly on county towns or market towns. I really don't see any changes in the countryside.

When I was in high school. Many students in the class wear suits. And I'm wearing a Chinese tunic suit that my uncle gave me that he doesn't wear. We didn't have school uniforms at that time. When we lived in junior high school, we gave our meals to the school in exchange for meal tickets. When living in high school, the school no longer collects meals from students' families. Everything needs money to buy. I know the situation in my family. I only buy 50 cents of rice at a time. Then eat the pickles I brought from home. My mother usually makes it now. Don't think pickles are delicious, just because you are used to eating other things and occasionally change your taste, you still think they are delicious. But if you eat like this one semester after another, I believe it will also make you sick. It was also adolescence. Vanity is quite strong. In order not to let the students see it, it is usually after the students have finished eating. I was the last person to get rice. Then hide in an empty corner. When I watched the TV series "Ordinary World" last year. When I saw Sun Shaoping eating in high school. I shed tears and thought that I was not much better than him.

I am very grateful to my parents. Try my best to let me study. Even if I eat worse, I won't see it I am also very grateful to my relatives, friends, teachers and classmates! When I decided to give up studying, you tried your best to persuade me and help me generously! Thank you! When I learned that I was admitted to the university, my father never appeared embarrassed in front of me. Sell pigs and cattle. I even sold my four big tile houses to people who fled to our village because of family planning. Live in a cabin on the mountain. Later, because of his excellent grades, he was sent to graduate school. I gave up. Besides, I dare not let my parents and relatives know about it. Because I don't want to involve my parents, relatives and friends.

But it's okay now. Under the good policies of the country, through our own efforts. Have a house and a car. Although the house is not big, although the car is not expensive. But at least the food and clothes are several times better than at that time. The only regret is that my father died the year before last before he could fulfill his filial duty. At the same time, I have a wish in my heart. I don't know if such a life can be realized. That is gratitude. I thank my relatives, friends, teachers and classmates who have helped me with practical actions and tangible things in those years. I am working towards this goal now. If we can achieve this goal, it will be a happy life. Because there are many people to thank. A4-sized notebook, reciting several pages. Not only the names of people, but also the time and events were recorded.

It depends on whether you are an adult or a child when you are poor. When I was three to eight years old, I lived in Jiangxinpo, which borders Yunnan in northern Myanmar. People in China called me "savage mountain", which was classified as old Myanmar a long time ago, but it is still in anarchy (20 19).

People there are so poor that you can't imagine. It is natural for men to be disheveled. Middle-aged women just put on clothes because it is too hot, or just walk around in underwear. I am a little girl who runs with boys before she develops. Men are all red. I wear underwear (sometimes) because it is too hot, so it is very thin, but in the mountains.

Life is extremely happy. I forgot to eat porridge in the morning and afternoon, because there was nothing else to eat. It is also very pleasant to pick some wild fruits when you are out of the mountain. At about the same time in the afternoon, I ran home to eat some meat. There is only salty pork prepared once a week at home, which is "refrigerated" under the eaves with bamboo baskets and pulleys. Each adult eats three pieces for lunch and two pieces for children. If it's too late, there's nothing.

From lunch to dusk, we interspersed in ravines, caves and dense forests. Don't think that our women will be tanned like Africans. On the contrary, because of the high humidity in mountainous areas, we (especially women) are bathed in misty fog, river water and dew all day, and there are trees high above us to shade us, just like bathing in spring breeze and autumn rain forever, and our skin is (extremely) white and tender.

Shopping in the market is our favorite thing for children to do voluntarily. It takes about six hours to go back and forth for three or four hours over the mountains, because the activities have expanded and you don't have to report home on time. It's fun. Oh, you are so poor that you can't even put on clothes. You can only eat porridge and a little meat. It doesn't matter if you work too much, but the biggest problem is the bad house you live in.

The ancestral home where I live was built in the late Ming Dynasty. It was built by the defeated army in the Ming Dynasty. When a subtropical storm strikes, the eaves will fly away and the fourth wall will collapse. Fortunately, when the wind came, we all hid in caves and rebuilt after falling down for many years. It looks terrible. The clothes are old and decayed, rusty iron sheets and old tires. There will be many mice and insects as companions at night, and the living conditions are worse than those in Congo, Africa.

In primary school, tuition and miscellaneous fees of two yuan per semester were exempted, and the father's unit and street issued a certificate, which met the poverty conditions at that time. The leader of the school drum band wears white gloves from the factory when conducting. The teacher borrowed two or three pairs of white cotton gloves from my classmates. Twenty cents pork bag 65438+ jiaozi, cabbage for 0 family of 6 people. It's embarrassing to wear the front door pants that my brother eliminated. No electric fan, wake up in the middle of the night and take turns fanning everyone. In winter, honeycomb briquettes or briquettes, most of the baskets are made of coal, and you can mix them with soil yourself. Wash your hair with vinegar or alkaline noodles once a week; There is only one bike at home, so I finally have a chance to go to school by bike. I am very excited. Embarrassed, I walked all the way home after school, laughing and laughing with my classmates, leaving my bike completely behind? I had to punish myself for running back to get my bike. Junior high school begins winter and summer vacations. The big buttonholes and black buttons of the tunic suit uniform only earn a penny, and you have to buy your own thread ... In summer, drying Sophora japonica in the pharmacy sells about 20 cents a catty. I can't remember clearly. But at that time, everything was not bitter, and the family was happy, laughing and laughing, and the past was vivid.