What is it like to be poor?

Lack of food, lack of clothing, hunger and cold, these adjectives can all be associated with "poor". Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Although I have not really experienced poverty, I have also experienced some hardships, and my experience is richer than that of some of my peers.

When I was a child, I had arthritis in my leg, and a child was already limping when he walked because of leg pain. Suffering from arthritis has a lot to do with a life experience, and that winter, my father led our family of four to move to Xinzhuang and live a life of independence. When we moved into Xinzhuang, the built house was not completely dry, and the windows on the house were not pressed, so my father temporarily sealed the windows with transparent plastic paper, which was more than enough to shelter from the wind and rain in the summer, but not in the cold winter, and the air conditioning invaded the house. The younger brother is still young, and he can't survive in such harsh conditions, and his mother and younger brother have not yet fully lived in Xinzhuang, and they are still living in the small sunny house of his grandfather's house. My father took me to the front station and stayed in the new house at night. In that empty house, I was parallel to my father and the kang at night under the baking of the hot kang, and I didn't feel too cold. As soon as the morning dawned, my father opened a small window on the roof of the house, and my father made me curl up in the sunlight shining in from the small window, and I watched the dazzling sunlight and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. After a long time, my two calves were frozen with arthritis, and if it weren't for my father's use of the "Divine Vitality Belt" therapy he learned outside, I would have become a cripple in this life.

I once wrote about a scene where my mother chased and beat my brother with a wicker stick, and the reason why my mother chased and beat my brother was because she wanted him to give up the idea of asking for a dime so that he could go back to school. I didn't make it up out of thin air to pretend to be pitiful, my family was really poor at the time, and I couldn't even get a dime. At that time, the younger brother saw that his classmate was having a good time with the balloons he bought for a dime, so he wanted to ask his mother for a dime to buy a balloon, but his mother could not come up with a dime, even a penny. The young brother was not sensible, so he had to do it, so he forced his mother to move the wicker. I was following behind, and when I saw that scene, my heart was sad, I felt sorry for my stupid brother, and I felt sorry for my helpless mother. At that moment, I vowed to study hard, earn money when I grew up, and buy a lot of balloons for my younger brother to play with, so that my mother would not be so embarrassed.

At that time, there was not only a shortage of money, but also food. There is very little white flour in the noodle jar at home, and there is a little more miscellaneous grains. But for children, they naturally like to eat white and delicious steamed buns. But in order to save the white noodles for the festival, my mother had to take out the grains first, and made me grain flour buns, millet flour buns, and buckwheat flour buns. In order for my brother and I to finish the multigrain bread, my mother added some saccharin to the steamed bun, which tasted sweet and silky, so that we were less resistant to the multigrain bread. Eating two or three meals is naturally not a problem, if we eat often, we can't stand some picky eaters, but we don't want to eat white flour buns. Here are some of the scenes that I remember the most. My mother wanted to take me to work in the fields, and I walked in front and cried, holding the charred skin of the grain bun in my hand, and my mother followed behind and scolded me. I was crying, licking my burnt skin when I wasn't crying, and then I started crying again. I don't remember exactly why I cried, whether it was because the buns were unpalatable or for some reason, and even my aunt came to the house to help my mother look after the house, in fact, she was looking at us two little ones. My aunt probably saw too little white noodles in the noodle jar, and gave me the buckwheat gnocchi that I made every day, if we didn't eat it, my aunt scolded me and my brother angrily, and at the same time had to be reasonable. But I could tell that my aunt didn't want to eat the multigrain rice she was holding in her hand. But my aunt was a reasonable person, and in order to keep the white noodles, she did not cook with them when her mother was not at home.

Only those who have experienced poverty will know how to live and how to cherish it. Later, I even found that people who have experienced poverty are much better in terms of life, both in terms of quality and morality. I have met a lot of people my age who are self-righteous and have to do what they want to do, and don't know how to accommodate others. And on many things, he is full of amplified words and put on a show, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they watch it. However, it does not mean that all people who have not experienced poverty are of bad quality, although some people are in wealthy families, they have excellent personal cultivation, and they are principled, measured, humble and polite. People have to praise their character, and then look at those superficial and somewhat ridiculous young people who always take decadence as a magic weapon, take the rogue posture as capital, and take their own Lao Tzu's capital as their old book, in addition to the copper smell, there is only a living corpse left on their bodies.

People can be poor, but they can't be without fighting spirit and hard work. With fighting spirit and hard work, poverty is only temporary. Judging from his father's life path, he couldn't even afford a bag of white noodles at the beginning, but through his diligence and hard work, he has basically reached the level of being well-off.

Now it's my generation's turn, and I clearly feel that my fighting spirit is not as strong as my father's. However, I have been trying my best to overcome all kinds of difficulties and grow into an iron-clad man as soon as possible.

Some time ago, the unit wanted to count party members in difficulty, and I called to ask if I wanted to fill out the form of party members in difficulty, but I refused. The main reason is that I don't want to desecrate the word poverty, some people give up their faith in order to pick up cheap, and even lose their basic personality, and they have to touch the light of the government or the public with a red face, this is a shameful behavior, this is not poverty, this is a kind of incompleteness, a kind of incompleteness in the mind and soul!