As if it had been broken, the hand was inserted into the field, and sometimes it was inserted into the root of the rice stalk, which would puncture the skin on the finger, and not only would the rice seedlings have to find a new place to be inserted, but also the fingers would be swollen. Cutting rice and transplanting rice There is another thing that I am a little afraid of now, is leeches, always when I cut rice or transplant seedlings without paying attention, climb on my instep, toes, calves, biting and sucking blood, sometimes the original deflated leeches suck blood into a round small intestine, after tearing off the leeches, bright red blood flows out of the wound, and the next day the damn leeches also specially pick yesterday's wound to suck blood. I was often extremely annoyed and lamented that "farming is so hard". When I was planting seedlings, I always felt that the part of the field that had been planted with seedlings was very small, and the part that was not planted was always a lot, and I always said in my heart when I could go home to take a bath, eat and sleep after planting? It takes five or six days to harvest rice, and it is even more uncomfortable to plant rice, and it takes seven or eight days to dry. At that time, I often wondered, why do adults do all the uncomfortable things together? And God also does the trick, but it is hottest when the rice is harvested and planted! The second is to go up the mountain to chop wood. At that time, there was no gas, not even honeycomb coal. Although there is electricity, no one in the countryside can afford a rice cooker yet. Therefore, cooking, stir-frying, and boiling water rely on firewood. Because there are not many mountains in the village, it is forbidden to go to the mountains of the village to cut firewood, so the woodcutter must be cut in the mountains of the mountain village six or seven miles away from home. The weather is so hot, the 110 pounds of firewood on my shoulders are so heavy, and the road is so far, the key is that my firewood is always not tied tightly, and after picking a section of the road, the firewood is about to fall, so I have to put down the burden and re-tie it tightly. In this way, when the firewood is about to fall, it stops, and when the shoulder hurts or is overwhelmed, it must also stop, and it is not until it is dark that the firewood is finally carried home. I sighed from the bottom of my heart: chopping wood, it's so tiring!

The hardships of life have hindered my development in life, and my personal shortcomings have also seriously hindered my own development, and I have a very obvious problem that I always waste time. I often ask myself, "Where did all my time go?" and I wasted all these ten years. I am an aspiring but always time-wasting person, typical of "giants who talk, dwarfs who act". Time is often lost in my trance-like mental state. I always remind myself to study or work hard today, how many books to read, how much homework to write, but the actual action is that I always do a lot of trivial things that day, or I am attracted to movies and novels, or I am emotionally unwilling to read writing homework, or I am discouraged. I am so confused that I can't read books or write homework, or others make me angry and make me angry all day and can't study, or I am thinking about revising my study and work plan and life ideal plan when in fact these ideal plans are not new or I can't implement them at all. Most days I basically didn't read books or do homework, I didn't read for more than an hour, and I didn't write a word in my homework.

As a native of the countryside, he was born in poverty, his family conditions are poor, he has no reliable and strong social relations, and he has no family, relatives, friends, or officials, or he is very rich or has a backer. This kind of congenital deficiency makes me very angry and depressed! So in the past ten years, I have always been a person with no ambitions, and I am a person with no ambitions who have always made great ambitions. I have set high ambitions, but I am like a ghost, never down-to-earth and serious to implement plans and ambitions, and often spend my days in vain. And he is sensitive, sentimental at every turn, suffering from gains and losses, where can he have time to study hard?

I was in the first grade of a private school when I was five years old. I don't have any memory of what happened before school or what I was like before school. My life memories can be said to have started in the first year of private school. I went to our village private school for the first grade. We were taught by a female teacher from the next village, surnamed Zhang. I still remember when I didn't do my homework, she pulled my cheeks with both hands. I'm scared of her. At that time, I was very active, often playing with girls, and there was no difference between men and women. I often play stones, stool jumps, and poker with the girls at the same table and the girls next to me. Now I don't remember how many students I had in my class at that time, I remember that I was first in my class in my schoolwork. I still remember seeing two classmates eating eggs together, and neither of them ate the yolks. At that time, my family was very poor, and I ate both egg yolks. So I still remember the scene of eating egg yolk very clearly. I always remember the names of those two classmates, whose village is three miles away from my house. I didn't have much of an impression of the second grade. I remember that I scored 90 points in a Chinese exam in the third grade, and the male Chinese teacher read my composition in class. When I was in the fourth grade, I remember that I didn't like to study anymore, and I sat upright during the lessons, but my mind kept thinking about things, thinking about where to cut bamboo and make a fishing whip after school, thinking that yesterday I lost 20 new pieces of paper to Xiaoya, who is in the fifth grade in the village, and that I would play poker with her at noon tomorrow to win it back...... Thinking about it like this, I got out of class, so my studies have not been good since the fourth grade. But the ability to think concentrating on things began to develop, so I am still an imaginative person, especially good at visual thinking. People are like this, if they don't study seriously, their grades will deteriorate, and if they get worse, they will not be able to keep up with the progress of the teacher's lectures, and they will not understand the new classes, and their grades will become worse, resulting in the new classes having to keep up with the teacher, and the old classes will have to go home to make up for the old ones, so that they will have a heavier learning burden than the students with good grades. Students with lower grades have a heavier study load, and students with better grades have a lighter study load. The heavy study load makes it more difficult for students with poor grades to study and learn the courses with poor academic performance. And the worse the test score of the poor course, the more I hate to learn, the more I hate to learn, the more I don't want to learn, the more I don't learn, the more I can't keep up with the teacher's lectures, the worse the test score, and so on.

This is my childhood of poverty and learning, eternal memories, regretful sorrows, and endless regrets.

I haven't forgotten the bitterness of childhood, the hardships of childhood, and I shouldn't forget it. Reminiscing about the past, longitudinally recalling the suffering experience of personal life, the bitter process, and feeling sad and weeping. Comparing me today with others today makes me feel inexplicable and feel infinitely desolate! My life should not be like this, but my destiny is already like this.

In my sixteen years, what is most different about me is my desire for love, I am a typical "little ghost", a love genius, a trendsetter who waded in love early, a soft spot for beautiful girls, and a deep love.