Among my classmates, it is clear that my family is the poorest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn those days, public schools were in the ascendant. People have just shifted their attention from private schools and ethnic studies to this new school of more foreign schools, and some people still have a certain wait-and-see attitude towards this type of education. Only some parents who are more enlightened and receptive to the new ideas will send their children to study here. And these people tend to have a certain amount of education, relatively stable careers, and a prosperous life.

I've never shied away from having a lame father who boiled water. Sometimes, there will be naughty children who laugh at him and laugh at me. They laughed at my shoes that were about to leak out of my toes and my clothes that were already short and my waist was exposed, and they laughed at my vegetable face and light, yellow, and sparse hair. I don't care, though, and for me, none of that matters, because I have something to be proud of – my academic performance is the best!

I grew up like this, and with my father's frugality and my excellent grades, I went to school year after year. After graduating from elementary school, I even went to middle school under the envious eyes of my neighbors. This is unthinkable in the neighborhood where I live. Some people also persuaded my father, a daughter, to marry sooner or later, why spend so much money to let her study, it's not cost-effective! But the father just said "the child likes it". I know that in order to study for me, there is not even a single piece of valuable furniture at home, so it can be said that the house is surrounded by four walls. But thankfully, I didn't learn a lot, so I had the power to change my life. One day, I will move out of the alley with my father and live the life of another class of people.

Because I relied on my father for my life, I really responded to the saying, "The children of the poor are in charge of the house early", and I have developed an independent personality since I was a child. I have a maturity that is different from that of children of the same age, and I also have the wisdom that has been honed by a difficult life. What makes me stand out the most is that I have a different beauty from other students.

I am beautiful! I know that, too. I know that this beauty of mine is not a slushy moon and a country and a city, but it is like a kapok, exuding a gorgeous, rich and vibrant atmosphere. Especially when I grew up to the age of sixteen, although I was dressed modestly, I would attract envy and admiration wherever I went.

Seeing that the door of a happy life is about to open to me, the hard days are coming to an end. I'm getting closer and closer to my dream. After I finished secondary school and got my diploma, I had a good chance to become a teacher. From now on, I will be more diligent and motivated. I will earn a good salary, work hard, be filial to my father, and live well. I often think that if I became a teacher, I would be a good teacher. If there are children from poor families who come to study, I will double my encouragement to them, help them, and teach them all my knowledge.

However, just when life was about to start smiling, fate played a big joke on me.

After a long time, I would occasionally think about what my life would have been like if nothing had happened that day. I will work hard, maybe I will get married soon, teach my husband and children, and then live an ordinary life. Which is more unfortunate between an ordinary and smooth life and a rich and noble but turbulent, joyful and sorrowful life curve?

But life never assumes. It was a turbulent time, and the wheels of history and society were moving forward, whether people wanted it or not.

That year, World War I broke out; It was also that year that Yuan Shikai went to the Temple of Heaven to worship the heavens, and the photos of Sun Wen and Huang Xing in the textbooks and the words of praise were all deleted.

In the same year, the Chinese seafarers of the three steamship companies of China Merchants in Shanghai, Swire and Jardine Matheson held a general strike. The strike lasted 21 days and involved about 35,000 people. The death of my father was directly related to the strike.

That day, I was in the classroom as usual. It was a sunny day, the weather was clear, I got a high score on one of my tests, and nothing was a sign of bad luck. That day, when I went to school in the morning, my father told me to pay attention to safety on the road and said goodbye to me with a smile. But when I received the news and rushed to the hospital in a daze, my father was already lying upright, with a white cloth covering his head. He could no longer hear my call, and he could no longer touch my head with his large, rough and dry hands, and call me "good girl". I knew that fate had arranged it this way, and the early morning goodbye would not be as careless as many days as usual, as if there were countless time spent with father and daughter at my own leisure.

My father was honest and silent all his life, and he didn't have a few days of comfortable life. His life was almost all about suffering, all about me. In China, there may be countless such people who silently endure poverty and hardship every day until the day of death. For them, even death is so silent and obscure.

I pulled back the white cloth that covered my father. His hair was gray, and his face was full of wrinkles beyond his age, and his face was darkened and emaciated by the wind and sun. There was no blood on his face, nor any look of pain, just a dull and numb expression. His eyes were half-open, and his mouth was not closed. He was trying to say something. Although fate has never been fair to him, maybe death can be a relief, but I know that although he has become a corpse without temperature at this moment, he still has people to care about, and a daughter who has worked hard for him and spent half his life will never let go.

I never knew my heart would hurt so much. Despite living in poverty, I also grew up with my father's love and meticulous care. Growing up, the most troublesome thing for me was nothing more than an illness that was not common for my father or a grade when I didn't reach my goal. All of a sudden, my only loved one left me, and the thought that I would never see my father again, that I would never be able to talk or laugh with him again, was enough to break my heart to powder. As for me in the future, I will live alone in the world, helpless, and have no source of livelihood, these are not within the scope of my consideration at all, because I am full of thought that my life will come to an abrupt end with the death of my father, and there will be no need to continue any further!

"Are you alright?" Amid the noisy footsteps, shouts, and groans of pain in the hospital, a clear voice sounded behind me, full of sympathy and a little cautious temptation.