A true story: Where is the way out for children from poor families?

I was born in the early 1980s, and my ancestors have been farmers for generations. My father once talked about the fact that when rural classes were divided after liberation, our family was classified as poor and lower-middle peasants: a poor and innocent family, a glorious class that was immune to criticism. But this glory did not last long. With the birth of our three brothers and sisters, the solid poverty and real difficulties made my father breathless. Only then did he realize that poverty is not a decent thing, but a fatal thing. In order to escape this kind of poverty and difficulty, he placed his hope on the three of us, brother and sister. This urgent desire may be reflected in the famous saying he took the trouble to repeatedly write in the \”Parents\’ Message\” column of our three report cards at the end of each semester: Everything is inferior, only reading is high. But soon, he discovered that not every child could understand the meaning of this sentence. My brother was born in the late 1970s and is 4 years older than me. When my mother was pregnant with him, she contracted a virus and had no money for treatment. He was born with severe eye disease and was nearly blind in one eye. Because his family was poor, he had no way to seek medical treatment. Until he got married and started a family, there was no surgery on his eye. But that doesn\’t stop him from being a smart man. He has a very good memory and excellent grades. From the first grade to the fifth grade of elementary school, he has always been the one that I can\’t catch up with. So much so that the old rural teacher who taught him and me would sigh and say, \”It would be great if your grades were like your brother\’s\” every time he corrected my papers. Cleverness was mistaken for cleverness. Since he went to junior high school in the countryside, my brother\’s grades have plummeted. Perhaps because he was afraid that people would laugh at him for his eye disease, or perhaps because he wanted to prove that he was powerful, he hung out with a group of boys, fought in groups, played games, and did bad things, and was blacklisted by the teacher as a bad boy. His father brought him back from school on a 28-year-old bicycle, locked him in the cowshed in the west wing, and whipped him with a belt in tears. My brother, who did not want to repent, insisted on not crying, shouting, or begging for mercy. From then on, he was separated from the campus and everyone was happy. When he was 15 years old, my brother went to Beijing to build a house with the village\’s work team. After working for a year, when he came back during the Chinese New Year, the boss who paid wages walked up to him and suddenly announced: No money. My brother cried all the way home from Beijing and vowed never to go to the imperial capital again in his life. Now in his 40s, he still keeps this promise. When I was 17, my brother went to Guangzhou. In the following 20 years, he worked in Guangzhou for 350 days out of 365 days a year, and returned to his hometown for more than 10 days to celebrate the New Year. Even if you get married, even if you have children, this is no exception. His job is to print Song characters on packaging boxes of different sizes and grades. Although he worked in many factories, worked hard, suffered a lot, and was almost disabled due to a work-related injury, he did not make much money in the end. The biggest gain was that he met my sister-in-law, who is dignified in appearance, hard-working and thrifty at a dinner party with fellow villagers, and then gave birth to a pair of healthy and lovely children who stayed at home. When I was 39 years old, my brother, who had been working and wandering for 22 years, suddenly announced that he no longer wanted to be exploited by capitalists and wanted to be the master of his own country. He and my sister-in-law came to Zhengzhou, rented a store as small as possible, and joined the army of outdoor advertising production. Starting a business is harder than working, even if it’s just a small shop. How many nights, when I came back from doing errands or scrolled through the screen out of boredom, would I see this helpless comment in his Moments: \”It\’s 11 o\’clock in the night and I haven\’t had dinner yet.\” Whenever this happens, I want to ask I asked him whether his decision that he would rather be locked up in a cowshed and beaten by my father than go back to school was right. There is no regret medicine in life. So, my brother worked very hard today. In order to deliver the goods as promised, he once climbed to the 20th floor carrying dozens of kilograms of textiles late at night when the elevator was out of service; in order to win over a customer, he once worked for several days at no loss or money. He even gave the high-quality tea I gave him to a middleman in order to build a relationship… He is as stubborn as before and has been insisting on making more money and living a better year. Like this, there is also my sister. My sister is 4 years younger than me, she is prettier than me, her thinking is quicker than mine, and her eloquence is smoother than mine. When she was still a little girl with braids, my father once announced in public: My second daughter will become a barrister in the future! How great is the hope, how painful is the disappointment. My sister graduated from junior high school but did not enter high school. At that time, I was in college and my brother was about to start a family. Her parents hope that she can go to a vocational high school. As a result, she sacrificed her life for righteousness, and like Liu Hulan, she patted her chest and said righteously: \”I don\’t want to study anymore, I want to make money!\” A selfless person is destined to suffer big losses, because she lost money for others. himself. My sister also went to the south and became a machine in a shoe factory, a garment factory, and an electronics factory. Like many girls who dropped out of school prematurely, she spent her best youth in a closed and depressing workshop. For many years in Guangzhou, she had never even been to Yuexiu Park to have a steak and pizza. The people she can get to know are not only working family members, but also working foreigners. When she reached the age of starting a family, she returned to her hometown and married her brother-in-law who was also working outside. The lack of knowledge and the limitation of vision made her realize that she was repeating the old path of her mothers: a lifetime of ignorance, a lifetime of fussing over others, and a lifetime of grievances. \”I can\’t live like this anymore, I can\’t live like this anymore.\” After shouting like this, my sister, who had no chance to become a lawyer, decided to have another debate with the hard life. She used her spare time to take the nutritionist qualification certificate and confinement nanny qualification certificate, and became a member of the domestic service industry. The price is that she has to leave her baby in her hometown and go to Zhejiang to coax the baby for others day and night. She has to trade the wrinkles on her face and the soreness all over her body in exchange for her employer\’s youth and relaxation. Then, you can get more or less salary at the end of the month. With such sacrifice, she and her brother-in-law, who drives a container truck, actually bought a house in their hometown county with full payment. Not long ago, she made a wish in front of me: when her son goes to elementary school, she will quit her job and go home to concentrate on studying with her. At that moment, I saw regret and awakening in her face, which was no longer young or good-looking: regret for herself and awakening to knowledge. Compared with my brother and sister, I was the ugliest, dumbest, and least noteworthy child among our parents. When I was in elementary school, because I always failed in math, I was teased as \”a lumpy head.\” When I was in middle school, because my appearance was too low, I watched my crushOne by one, the boys started dating other girls. However, I don’t want to do farm work, go out to work, be bullied like my brother, or work hard all my life like my parents. what to do? The only way to study hard is to study hard. With this stubborn resistance of \”I am stupid, who am I afraid of?\” and the tragic feeling of becoming \”the last hope of my parents\”, I just knocked on the door of the university step by step and became the first undergraduate student in my hometown village. During the four years of college, I relied on the angry youth of \”I am poor, who can I rely on\”, worked hard to practice writing, fell in love with writing, and published tens of thousands of articles of varying lengths in media at all levels. After graduating from college, I came to work in a newspaper based on these articles that could not be published. From then on, I had the opportunity to get close to all kinds of people, see all kinds of strange things, see through the truth of human feelings, and write articles that come from my heart. When the print media declined, I relied on the stubbornness of \”What am I afraid of when I write?\” When others were fearful or lucky, I studied management, economics and psychology by myself, passed the second-level psychological counselor exam, and ran a public account. And thus make better colleagues and go to a wider world. When I walked into the studio of Jiangsu Satellite TV, when I came to the National Self-Media Colleague Sharing Conference, and introduced myself with a smile on my face: \”I come from the countryside, and my parents are farmers,\” I knew that that year of hunger and poverty, The days of low self-esteem and nagging are gone forever. This belief became even more firm when I saw my son who spoke witty words and was full of confidence: The little boy who looked exactly like me no longer had the twisted and bitter shadow of my past. Instead, he was reading, studying, playing, and exploring. , is becoming a sunny and beautiful boy. At the same time, my brother, who had settled down in Zhengzhou as a coolie, was also working hard to end the fate of his two children being left behind: buying a house to live with them, encouraging them to study hard, and encouraging them to learn no matter what. Only with one skill can one gain a foothold in society. My sister, who bought a house, also decided to finish the work at hand and return to the county town to start a small business while accompanying her child to school. She used a different starting point and platform, hard work and patience to prevent her child from repeating her fate. My grizzled old father hadn’t had a chance to sign our report cards in years. But whenever the family reunited, he would wave his big hands like iron rake and continue to repeat to his children and grandchildren with sincerity: \”Everything is inferior, only reading is high.\” This is the story of our family. The story of a poor family, the story of a low-income family, and the story of the most ordinary and representative Chinese family. At the end of the story, I would like to share with you three other words from my father: Children from poor families must study hard. Don\’t give up studying even if there is a chance. This is the only shortcut for the poor. Children from poor families must not be afraid of hardship and endure hardships before they can catch up with others. This is the last dignity of the poor. Children from poor families must not be too impatient. As long as each generation gets better and better, this is the greatest face of the poor.