"I have travelled a long way and suffered a lot before sending this doctoral dissertation to you. Twenty-two years of studying, the journey has been ups and downs and muddy, many not easy, just like a dream". These words struck my heart, tears welled up in my eyes, the experience of this senior is so similar to mine.
Leo Tolstoy said that happy families are similar, and unfortunate families have their own misfortunes.
I only realized that I was different from others since I was in elementary school. Although the children around me were poor at that time, my family was not only poor, but people also made irresponsible remarks. It was my mother who made me unable to look up. My mother was born beautiful, but because my grandmother was in a bad family situation, she married my dad, an honest carpenter. Although I am still very young, I know that my mother is often with other uncles. Dad works everywhere, often not at home. Having such a mother often makes me feel ashamed, but I can't stop it at all when I am young. At an age when I should be alive and kicking, there is a secret hidden in my heart that I can't tell anyone, and I feel inferior in front of others.
That kind of inferiority means that I want to stay in a corner where no one can see forever to feel at ease.
When I walk on the road, I often hear the aunts in the village say that it is the daughter of so and so, how can we stand on such a mother.
Inferiority complex is like a thorn, deeply embedded in my flesh and integrated with my body.
Dad treats me very well. He used the little money he earned to buy me good-looking clothes, the bow on his head, and his calloused hands to tie my pigtails. I feel sorry for my dad, and I ask him to let him go home early, and often go home and see when he is working. Dad hugged me and said, my girl is really sensible, and my dad makes a lot of money for the girl, so that she can go to a good university and live a good life in the future.
In my heart, Dad is the person who loves me most in the world. But when I think of my mother, my heart will faintly hurt. At that time, I was just a seven or eight-year-old girl.
I don't know if it was Dad who heard something, or what I said to Dad had an effect. Dad knew about the mother's affairs, and he caught him.
Honest people burst out more terrifying than ordinary people. Dad picked up the shovel at home and rushed up.The man was not beaten to death because of people's obstruction, but his father was also taken away by the Public Security Bureau because of injury and disability.
When this happened, I was still in school. After school, the house was in a mess, with glass slags all over the floor and dripping blood. My mother was sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and weeping, and the onlookers were one floor to the left and one floor to the right. I was surprisingly calm that day, I think my father finally let out a sigh of relief, and no longer need to be pointed out. I drove the onlookers out of the house, silently cleaned the battlefield, helped my mother sit on the bed, wiped her face with a towel, and went to do homework.
The scene of that day is as vivid as a movie. I was amazed at how calm and sober I was back then. This calm and sobriety supported me through many insurmountable gaps and hurdles in my life.
From that day on, I lost my father and mother. Father was betrayed and put in jail, mother and father divorced. When I chose between my mom and my dad, I chose my dad. I love my dad. When I think of his callous hands because of his work, I think of him pigtailing me and saying that he will make a lot of money for me. Tears rained down. I can't leave my dad, his home is broken, and he can't live without me.
During my father’s three years in prison, I have been living with my grandma. Grandma is not good to me. In the patriarchal countryside, I am a girl who no one wants, no one will see me. Grandma often scolded my mother at me when I was eating, probably because I looked like my mother. Grandma scolded me terribly, but in order to have a bite to eat, I had to endure it. Any act of confronting grandma may make grandma's temper even bigger. I often eat very little. Only in this way can I stay at my grandma's house peacefully.
I often look at the blue sky above my head, hoping that I can grow up quickly, and my dad can come out quickly, and take me away from this place where there is no warmth and love.
I often dream of my father, dreaming of my father hugging me and saying that the girl has grown taller again.Dad brought beautiful flowers to the girl. When I woke up from a dream, the only thing that accompanied me was the wet pillow towel.
In order to see Dad again and make Dad’s sad face add a smile, the only thing I can do is to study hard.
"Doing homework and reading under the light is my happiest and happiest thing" . This is the case. Only when I am studying can I forget that I am a child without a home. Only when I am doing homework can I feel that I am a child who will be praised.
I am the only child in the class without mom and dad. I am also the child who wears the worst clothes for girls in the class, but also the child with the best academic performance.
I have no toys or playmates, so I only have to read books.
When I bury my head in reading, time always flies quickly.
When I was in the fifth grade, my father came out. When I saw my dad standing in the sun smiling at me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I squinted and looked again, crying and laughing, laughing and crying. My father’s holding had grown a lot taller. I went round and round, and there is nothing happier in the whole world than seeing my father.
Not long after my father came out, he took me away from my grandma's house. When I came to work in the county town, I rented a private house near the school. Our father and daughter depended on each other, and I went from elementary school to junior high school.
Dad never married again for me. Dad was heartbroken by my mother, and he didn't want me to suffer any more grievances. I can feel the guilt of my father. He deeply feels that because of my parents, I have suffered a bitterness that no one else has ever experienced. He was reluctant to eat or wear, but in order to supplement my body, he ordered milk for me, bought discounted fruits before the supermarket closed, and made me scrambled eggs with tomatoes with rough hands. He often lost his mind when I was doing homework. He said that our girl will go to a good university in the future. No matter how much work my dad takes, it will be sweet.
My life is still poor, but my father and I live peacefully and happily. After studying by myself, I would fly back to our rented hut. In the humble hut, Dad always waits for me to return. Simple meals are on the table.I was eating and chatting with my dad about the things I was studying. Although my dad could not solve any problems for me, he felt happy to talk to him. After eating, my father washed the dishes, and I did my homework under the dim light. The time of the father and daughter was spent quietly.
After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to the high school in our city. Dad accompanied me to work in the city. We still live in a rented house and lead a simple and peaceful life as in junior high school.
High school tuition fees have become expensive, and almost all the money my dad earns is used for my studies. In addition to paying tuition fees, buying learning materials is also a big expense. Dad said, the girl has grown up, she has to dress better, so she can't make people laugh. He did some carpenter work sporadically outside, because he had to make sure that he would go home and cook for me every day. It is not easy for my father to make money, but in order to support my studies, he almost saves himself to the extreme. The clothes he wears are all given by the owner. Some kind-hearted people will ask their father about the situation at home. Dad is always proud to say that his daughter goes to school in the city's high school and takes her by himself. He will not say that he is suffering, but people will think that he is not easy, and they will give him clothes that the host of the family does not wear.
Dad saved up all the money he saved. He said that as long as I miss the book, he will provide it wherever I read, and he must never let his daughter be wronged again.
Dad's back is humping day by day, and his gray hair is getting more and more day by day. His energy is not as good as before, but as long as he sees his daughter, his eyes will show sincere joy.
I secretly swear in my heart that I must be admitted to a good university, and I must go out in the future, show my dad the world, and let my dad live a good life.
My father took me from the county to the city. We don’t have our own house, car, or decent furniture. In the class, I still live in the poorest one, but I no longer feel inferior. You have lost a loved one before you know the preciousness of your loved one. I have a dad who loves me, and I have the world. With a dad, I am not afraid of anything. I am convinced that through my hard work, I will have a bright future.
Now, eight years have passed since the college entrance examination. Looking back on these two decades of life, I have been studying desperately. I know that for a low-level child born like me, only reading is the only way to change the destiny.When I was in college, because my father had a traffic accident, which affected my performance, I only got admitted to an ordinary college in the province. I didn't dare to slacken in the four years of university. I spent all my time studying. I get up earlier than the auntie, and I am always the last to return to the dormitory. The girls in the same dormitory dress in colorful dresses and fall in love, and I hold my books in the library all year round. The university failed the exam, and the postgraduate entrance examination was my last chance to make a comeback for my destiny. Four years later, I became the first graduate student admitted to a well-known university in the capital since our school was founded.
I became a legend in the school.
Now, I am a graduate student and work for a Fortune 500 listed company. Because of my father, I can’t choose the path of public examination, but I don’t regret it. There are tens of thousands of paths in life. I am no longer the dirty little girl who was ridiculed and ridiculed. I have enough ability. Take on the happiness of both myself and my father.
I bought my father a 130-square-meter house in the most luxurious part of the county, and it only cost me one year's salary. Although my dad lives with me in Beijing, I want to buy it. I want to let those who once laughed at us to be poor know what knowledge changes destiny.
I gave my mother 300,000 yuan. This is her money to raise me. Although she is not a qualified mother, but I am the only mother in the world. My mother is old and wrinkled on her face. She is pulling me Her hand was crying so hard, she kept sobbing, saying that she was sorry for me, sorry for my father, and asked me to take good care of my father. I said I would, and I would definitely.
I will not let my dad go out to work anymore. I just need my dad to stay with me, grow flowers and feed the fishes. Do not go anywhere.
Our father and daughter traveled from the village to the county, and from the city to the province and then to Beijing. We depended on each other for our lives, and we walked through the mountains and the sea, and walked through the wind and rain together. He pulled me, and I led He finally survived all the hardships and ushered in the light that belongs to us. I took him to see the solemn Tiananmen Square and the bustling Beijing city. I also want to lead my old father to see a bigger and more beautiful world. .
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