The second sister returned home after the college entrance examination. My mother looked at her second sister and wanted to know how she was doing in her face. The second sister sighed and said, "I am the only one in the county who entered the examination room from the farmland. They are reviewing in school, and I am in the field, so let it go. This made my mother's heart hang in the air again. This summer, my second sister took the college entrance examination and my third sister took the high school entrance examination. The scorching sun burned the crops. The two daughters' academic future shattered her mother's heart. She kneaded her broken heart into a ball and pretended to be nothing, "It's all right to take the exam, anyway, I have done my best, and don't force it if I don't have it in my life." My second sister stayed at home for less than two days, packed up her things, and went to another place to continue learning cotton planting techniques.
It was a hot afternoon, and I forgot my father's strict orders and went to the private field to grow cabbage after school. After pulling out half a basket of pig grass , I suddenly remembered this matter, secretly feared and disobeyed the Saint, I couldn't escape this beating, so I'll make up for it! Lighting the stove and cooking fires is nothing to an eleven-year-old farmer. Just as I was pulling the bellows, my elementary school teacher came. She handed me a red letter kraft envelope and said, "Your second sister has been admitted to university. This is the admission notice ." My second sister was admitted to college, and I jumped up excitedly, rushed out of the house, and ran towards my own fields. Because I disobeyed the Holy Order and did not go to grow cabbage, my father was angry. When he saw me coming, he picked up the shoulder pole and was about to hit me. I took out the strongest defensive weapon and said, "My second sister is admitted to college!" When my father heard this, he immediately threw down the shoulder pole, with a smile on his face. My mother suddenly collapsed on the ground and said, "Thank God, I've passed the exam."
It was a morning in late summer, and I sent my second sister to the train station to go to college. I pushed the wooden wheelbarrow , and there was a coarse cloth quilt on the car. It had been with my second sister for several years, and now I followed my second sister to a university in a big city. I had old quilts, old mattresses and old clothes. My second sister didn't feel shabby. She knew her mother's difficulties, and she was very satisfied with having clothes and coverings. The sun smiled from the east, and the dewdrops hanging on the grass dust glowed in the morning light. The crops after the rain showed vitality like patients who had just recovered. At that time, the road was still a dirt road, and the wheels of the car were rolled on the puddles, splashing mud. My second sister and I were walking while talking. My second sister told me that it was too difficult for my mother to listen to her at home. It was so difficult for her to save her attention and study hard at school. She worked more after learning, pulled out more weeds, and accumulated more fertilizer. If she earned more work points, she would have more grain. With food, we would not be hungry. I answered my second sister one by one. As he was talking, the second sister touched my head and said, "Brother, do you know?" If you still fail the exam this year, you will not have a second sister. I looked up at my second sister in surprise, and saw tears everywhere in her eyes. Her sad eyes still remain in my memory. On the platform, my second sister sat on her luggage, hugged me in her arms, and said to me, brother, you must study hard, and when you walk out of this field in the future, you must go to college and go to a good university! The train entered the station. My second sister took out two cents from her pocket and stuffed them into my hand. She asked me to go to the small grocery store next to the station to buy candy. When I got on the car, my second sister opened the window and poked out half of her body, and told me, brother, I must study hard! The train started, and I followed the train and called out to my second sister. The train was running far away. I squatted on the platform and cried loudly.
The second sister left, and she finally left this barren land and went to find her dream. More than ten days later, in order to reduce the burden on the family, my third sister gave up the opportunity to go to high school and was admitted to the regional normal school. The family of two girls, one was admitted to university and the other was admitted to technical secondary school. In addition, my elder sister, who had become an officer, added glory to the family and gave her a face to her parents.
is on winter vacation, and my second sister is back. I asked my second sister curiously, what is college like? The second sister smiled and said, "It's very big, the building is very high, there are endless books to read, and it's very clean everywhere. People who go to college are all cadres, and they can get 46.50 cents as soon as they graduate."The second sister touched my face and said, "Brother, do you remember what my second sister told you when she left?" You must study well. Your three sisters have left the farmland by studying. Let’s look at your younger brothers. I hope you can get into college and get into a better university. For a poor family like us, there is no other way to go if we want to get out of the farmland, we can only study well and get into college.
The second sister is right. Like the descendants of us poor people, reading books well is the hope of changing our identity. But after studying and even going to college, is it the golden key to happiness? Over the years, I have repeatedly thought about this issue. My second sister struggled and fought, and she changed from a farmer to a college student, and from a college student to a cadre. Has she succeeded? Is she happy? Judging from the changes in the identity of farmers to cadres and the changes in the space of rural areas to urban areas, she is successful. But she is far from a happy enjoyer, and her tragic ending makes me believe in her judgment.
The mother, who usually wished she could spend a penny in half, did not break her promise. On the first Spring Festival of her second sister's admission to college, her mother went to the pig's head for offerings. She knelt devoutly in the dust, burned incense and kowtow, and thanked all the gods for blessing her daughter to get into college.
(To be continued)
