My Xiaoyu prose

Once there was an eye-catching boy named Xiaoyu in Class 1, Grade 2. What is striking is that he is bald, his hair is falling off one by one, and his scalp is exposed. One piece is white, like a "light rain". He walked around and was about to fall. This is not enough attention, fancy clothes, it doesn't matter, just sweat stains, dirty face.

Most of the children in the mountainous area were left behind. I thought he would get better. As long as I am willing to spend time, I can teach a child to take care of himself. But time told me that I was wrong. Not all children are the same.

The evil traces of light rain hang on the branches like raindrops in July. If they fall, they will fall without mercy. He is full of energy after class. He is really a troublemaker. This classmate complained angrily, and that classmate came out of breath to report it, which was really a headache. As soon as the class started, the bug fell asleep like a bug, and the saliva turned into a "stream". This book is sticky, so you can call it whatever you want.

During the break, he tripped over the junior students and fought with the senior students over trifles. While the female classmate was jumping on the rubber band, he quietly cut it from behind with scissors. After the bell rang, he moved his deskmate's stool and made him sit on the ground and cry. ...

Liang from the next class told me that he is dirty every day, and he reads and recites well, but he can't do problems. I have been to his head teacher's house many times before. It is said that he is naughty at home, his sister studies well, and his grandparents are partial to his sister, losing confidence in him and letting himself go.

After listening to it, I felt sad and sorry, so I decided to visit my house at the weekend.

Over the mountains several times, Xiaoyu's sister was feeding the chickens, Xiaoyu was playing by the house and saw my husband and I run away. My sister led us into the house to pour water, waiting for my grandparents to go home together.

The home looks shabby, with earthen walls, sofas, a table, several stools and some simple old cookers.

At sunset, two 70-year-old men came back tired in the afterglow, their hands on their shoulders. Under the introduction of their granddaughter, the old man called "teacher" with joy.

It is known from the old population that both children are left behind, and their parents went out to work when they were one year old. The two are far apart, so they rarely ask about their studies, and the old man doesn't know how to educate them.

Xiaoyu was bald, and grandpa took him to the township health center. The doctor said that mites are eating hair roots, which leads to hair follicle inflammation and hair loss. The doctor prescribed several drugs, but they didn't work.

When the smoke rose, the cattle and sheep went home. I took Xiaoyu, who was found by my sister, out of his house and walked to the stream. I was uneasy all the way. I didn't touch the tight string of Xiaoyu, and I didn't know how to guide Xiaoyu on the right track. We didn't say a word, and our palms were sweaty and wet, like our uneasy mood.

The cicada's voice didn't stop, the birds sang tactfully, Tian Zhong and Miao Qingqing, and the stream gurgled. ...

"Xiaoyu, do you miss your parents?" My words broke the silence and caused ripples.

"yes." He was silent for a long time and stammered two words. I thought he would fight to the end and ignore me.

"Then how about we call them?" I answered calmly and looked at him imploringly.

"Forget it." He said unhappily, with tears in his eyes.

"Son, you can cry if you want. The teacher knows you. " I reached out and held him in my arms, making him cry. It's the right time for the drizzle to fall down, incisively and vividly.

"Xiaoyu, I know you love your parents. Why don't you study hard and let them feel at ease there? " After he cried, I handed a paper towel and asked with concern.

"I hate you adults. Every time I say one thing and do another, I lie and say I won't leave. You haven't left mercilessly after the New Year. Who has considered my feelings? " He said very angrily.

"They don't want to give you a better material life. It's not easy to leave you and your hometown. Language, diet and folk customs are all different. They must adapt. "

"They deserve it. Is the family not good? " I seem to have made him angry? I told myself. I'm scared, but I'm glad the child is smart and knows how to refute me. I just put away my resentment and eliminated the misunderstanding, so the raindrops on my head will not fall at will.

"Light rain, think from their perspective. If you were them, what would you choose? Tell the teacher, will you? "

"You don't have to rush to answer the teacher. Take your time. The teacher has time to wait for your answer. "

"Light rain, I know you. Your past behavior was nothing more than letting your parents stay with you, but is that ok? You will make it difficult for your family to uncover this pot? Let grandparents get sick and lie in bed moaning and waiting? "

When I saw him thinking, I said, "The teacher wants you to learn to be considerate."

Children are children after all, so lovely. I gave him a grasshopper in my hand, and he smiled shyly. That was the first time I saw him smile.

The sky pulled down the curtains and frogs were everywhere. I dragged him home. When the food was served, I didn't refuse or dislike it, so I sat down to eat together.

On the weekend, I took my children and candy and went to Xiaoyu's house again. This time, instead of running away, he greeted me and warmly welcomed me into the house. I took him to clean the house and taught him to do what he could. Then I taught him to take a shower and change clothes. Before that, he didn't take the initiative to wait and his hands were clumsy. I can only teach him the same thing, and I firmly believe that I can catch up with my peers as long as he is willing to do it.

Weekend after weekend, I brought some fruits, sweets and toys. He waited at the intersection and watched the direction I was going. He greeted me as soon as he saw me and helped me with my bags and things.

I persuaded my parents to go home, took a light rain to the county to see a doctor, cured his baldness, and made an appointment to go home with him for a month every year.

A week, two weeks, a month, two months ... Time goes by without leaving a trace. At school, I taught him by hand, praising him for daring to write and writing well. One day, one week, one month, no one reported ... At his home, I earnestly advised the old man not to give up Xiaoyu, encouraged him by innuendo, and let Xiaoyu pick up the bits and pieces of life again.

"Little raindrops" no longer hang down, dressed neatly, with white face, big eyes and straight nose. I think of Jia Baoyu in A Dream of Red Mansions-with fine features, face like peach blossom, ruddy and moist.

The smart light rain in the third day.

Light rain in the fourth grade.

The light rain in the fifth grade can't keep up with the learning progress.

Light rain with excellent grades in grade six.

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A few years later, it was another rainy season. The rain outside the window is lingering, and I think of my light rain and that innocent time, which is beautiful and sentimental. ...