I like a poem by the late poet Wang Guozhen, "I don't want to think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me/since the goal is the horizon/all I can leave to the world is the back/I don't want to think about whether it is flat or muddy/as long as I love life/everything is expected". It's really not easy to come back all the way in 20 years, and this poem has always inspired me to move forward bravely.
Born in a remote village in XX province, with traffic jams and backward education, his ancestors were farmers with their backs to the loess and their backs to the sky. In such a poor and backward environment, it is impossible to start from a high starting point. Fortunately, my parents attached great importance to education and held the idea that knowledge could change my fate. Before I reached school age, I was sent to the preschool class in the village early. Under the supervision of my parents, I became the best and youngest student in grade one. After that, the whole family moved to the county. Thanks to their relationship, they entered the best school in the county. My first class was English, and the teacher tore me up in class. When I got home, I cried to my parents. My mother comforted me with a smile. Father said nothing, and his eyes were full of worries. On Saturday morning, my father took me to the English tutoring class to register. In a small class of more than 20 people, I became the oldest and the worst child. Watching other children answer questions fluently, I can only shake my head blankly. Every time I give a speech, they will burst into laughter. At that age of self-esteem, I felt deeply inferior, and then it became an escape. The teacher informed my father in time that I was taken home by my father when I was playing football in the square. After a beating, my mother said earnestly, "You are no longer young. In the future, you have to choose whether to go home and continue farming or stay in the city. Choose for yourself. " Perhaps it was my mother's words that woke me up, or my fear of going home to farm. Since then, I have become a different person. I go to school on time every week, go home and hide in the dormitory to recite words, and insist on listening for forty minutes every night before going to bed. Due to diligence, my English scores have soared. When I graduated from primary school, I was already the best in my class, and my comprehensive ranking was firmly in the top ten of my grade, which lasted until I graduated from high school.
Looking back now, those years were really not easy. It was my first year when I moved to the county seat. My parents are struggling for a living every day, my grandmother is ill in bed, and my sister in high school is preparing for the college entrance examination. Money was badly needed everywhere, so I had to sign up for a remedial class. I think it's really hard for them. I don't know how many hours my parents work every day and how many times they plan at midnight. I really appreciate my parents' determination to enroll me in remedial classes. I am also very grateful to myself, but I am not giving up on myself. In the years from junior high school to senior high school, I really reached the realm of "not listening to things outside the window, just reading sage books", and I studied hard with the dream of creating a better tomorrow for my family. In those struggling days of senior three, there will always be the milk handed by my mother when I burn the midnight oil, and there will always be the care of my intimate friends when I am confused and sleepy during the day. There are pains and tears, but more is joy and emotion. Many things happen. He did well in the college entrance examination and got a satisfactory score. In those days under the notice, mom and dad always laughed from ear to ear. Today, this is still the talk of dad after dinner.
When I entered Sichuan University, I was very happy to join the warm family of Yulu society. I got together with classmates from all corners of the country to talk about my dreams. Excellent seniors and Ma Lu gave me meticulous care, and the fear of leaving home was replaced by warmth and emotion, which doomed me not to be lonely in these four years. I am grateful to Yulu society for letting me integrate into college life as soon as possible, and also to the support of the state for letting me continue to pursue my dreams. As the team leader of the human resources department, I led 12 team members to build together. Thanks to mother Lu's kind care and guidance, I have exercised my ability, understood my responsibilities and gained friendship in this small post. After that, I continued to participate in a series of volunteer activities such as "Caring for Family Education", "Love 100" and "Blue Action", and I realized myself in the process of helping others. Every time I get tired, it's worth it. The first public performance of the university was on the celebration stage of the self-improvement society, and it was also the first time in my life that I performed a sketch in a suit and tie. I remember when I first came on stage, I looked at the dark audience below and trembled with nervousness. There happened to be something wrong with the microphone, and the whole person stood there at once. When I was at a loss, the host handed the microphone in time, and the audience applauded and encouraged me to stabilize. Finally, my friends and I gave you a wonderful performance. Today, I am still very grateful to the self-improvement people who applauded for me. The short ten-minute performance has become the most precious memory in my life.
Fifteen days of teaching in summer vacation has become the most meaningful thing in the university. In Liangzhou, a remote place in Sichuan, after nearly 25 hours' drive, I had to sleep on a table without a bed and eat only two meals a day to adapt to the local customs. I can't go out to take a shower until two or three o'clock in the evening. I prepare to stay up late every night, share the bits and pieces of the day and give a lecture for tomorrow's teaching. When it is difficult to persist, I thank those children who come to school early every day to clean the campus and listen to the class very carefully. Their bright eyes are full of longing and expectation for knowledge, which makes people feel distressed and reluctant. In these fifteen days, we are like a close family, talking about our studies and dreams, caring for each other and encouraging each other. Although fifteen days is very short, we have been moved by each other all our lives. Who says children in Dali have no dreams? They are also eager to be what they want to be, but their wings are too young to carry their dreams. With a little help, they can fly high.
In the two years of college life, I still insist on going my own way, studying hard, being a man, and moving towards the place I want to go. Thanks to all the people who have appeared on the road of dreams, whether passers-by or acquaintances, your encouragement and encouragement have always been kept in mind.
San Mao said, "To live is to be a bird, flying over eternity, without the trouble of getting lost.". There is a fiery hope in the east, and a warm nest bed in the south, driving away the sunset in the west and awakening the fragrance in the north. " When you are young, you can sail and chase your dreams bravely. No matter whether the road ahead is muddy or smooth, you can help those in need with the power you can and let the torch of love pass on forever. May you and I be treated gently by time, and may everyone with dreams be happy for your arrival!