Cuilian, a girl from the neighborhood, is the same age as Lin Liu, and she went to school just after the summer vacation, carrying an embroidered school bag, which is particularly tempting to Lin Liu.

"Dad, I also want to go to school, everyone Cuilian has gone to school." Lin Liu mustered up the courage to ask her father in a low voice, she was unwilling to ask her mother, and her mother didn't seem to be a relative in her heart.

"What's the use of girls going to school! Take care of your brother and sister at home. Your mother can't keep busy. Dad said in a resolute tone.

Lin Liu didn't dare to ask again, she was psychologically fragile and sensitive, and she didn't dare to argue with adults, but her desire to go to school continued unabated. Whenever Cuilian came back from school, Linliu chased after her and asked what she had learned at school. Cuilian said that she learned pinyin "a, o, e", and Linliu asked Cuilian to write these letters in the palm of her hand, and read them repeatedly when she went home. Therefore, she did not take good care of her sister, so that her brother fell into the dung pit. The mother ran over angrily and slapped Lin Liu in the face.

"Woo, woo......" Lin Liu cried sadly, and the tears of grievance remained, "Mother, don't beat me, I won't study." ”

Lin Liu often stared blankly at the white clouds and birds flying in the sky, and hummed "School Song" (Sheng Ruyin) softly:

When the sun shines in the sky,

The flowers smiled at me.

The bird said early, early,

Why are you carrying a small school bag?

I go to school,

Don't be late every day.

This is what Lin Liu learned from Cuilian, singing and singing, tears hanging all over her cheeks.

Watching her sister and burning pots is the main content of Linliu's life, and she is sometimes beaten and scolded. In this way, it was not until he was 10 years old that Linliu's fate took a turn.

One day, the second grandfather, a neighbor who was a teacher, brought the principal and the village chief to find Linliu's father and mother.

The principal said, "Your Linliu likes to study and is very smart, why don't you send her to school." ”

"It's useless for girls to go to school." Stone replied.

"It's a shame that you're a cultural person, to say such a thing! Who said that girls are useless in going to school, what age is it!" The village chief reprimanded, "Send the children to school tomorrow, and talk about the suffering!" ”

The next day, Ryu walked into the school and became the oldest student in the first grade. A lot of knowledge, Lin Liu has already learned, and the knowledge that he doesn't know, as soon as the teacher talks about it, Lin Liu will learn it. Although her mother often asked Linliu to take time off work to help pick cotton, she was still the best student in her class. Occasionally, the teacher asked Lin Liu to go to the podium to give a lecture to the students, and her serious expression was like a little teacher.

As long as he can go to school, no matter how hard and tired he is, Linliu feels happy.

One morning, in class, Mr. Liu asked the students, "Yesterday afternoon, when I was out of school, my pen fell on the lectern, which student saw it?" "There was silence in the classroom, and no one admitted to taking a pen. Suddenly, a boy named Shanzi stood up and reported, "I saw Lin Liu take it." Another boy stood up to testify.

"Teacher, I didn't take it!" Lin Liu stood up and blushed. "An honest child is still a good child, you really disappointed the teacher!" Teacher Liu said solemnly. Lin Liu cried "wow". Teacher Liu knew that Linliu was very bitter, so he didn't dig deeper, and the matter passed like this.

After two months, Lin Liu shouted "report" and walked into the office, stood in front of Teacher Liu with his head bowed, took out a pen from his pocket, solemnly handed it to Teacher Liu and said, "Teacher gives you a fountain pen." When Mr. Liu saw that it was a brand-new fountain pen, he looked at Lin Liu in confusion and asked, "Where did you get the money to buy the fountain pen?" "I...... I...... I picked up two months' worth of scrap and sold the money to buy pens. Lin Liu whispered. What about my original fountain pen? Teacher Liu asked. Teacher, don't ask. Lin Liu said.

As soon as Lin Liu entered the office, he was stared at by a boy, and he heard it all under the windowsill outside the office. Word spread in the class.

Shanzi, who reported Linliu at that time, came to the office and cried and said, "Teacher, I have wronged Linliu, I took the pen." ”

"Why did you wronged Linliu?" Teacher Liu asked Shanzi.

"I saw that the teachers praised Linliu, and I was greedy, so I ......" Shanzi choked up and couldn't go on.

With tears in her eyes, Ms. Liu has been teaching for the first time in more than 10 years, touching the hearts of children. He wronged a child, and he felt very guilty in his heart.