What does it feel like to be poor?

These adjectives can be associated with "poverty" if you can't eat enough, don't wear warm clothes, and have hunger and cold. Although I have not experienced poverty in real life, I have also experienced some hard days. Compared with some of my peers, my experience is richer.

When I was a child, my legs had arthritis, and a child had already walked with a leap and limp due to leg pain. Arthritis was closely related to a life experience. That winter, my father led our family of four to Xinzhuang and lived a single life. When we moved into Xinzhuang, the built house was not completely dry and the windows on the house were not pressed. My father temporarily sealed the windows with transparent plastic paper. If it was more than enough to shelter from the wind and rain in summer, it would not work in the biting winter, and the air conditioning all invaded the house. My younger brother was still young and could not survive in such harsh conditions. My mother and

My younger brother had not yet fully lived in Xinzhuang, and he was still living in the small house that sunny in my grandfather's house. My father took me to stand and lived in the new house at night. In that empty house, I was parallel to my father and the kang under the hot kang at night, and I didn't feel too cold. As soon as the sky was dawn, my father opened a small window on the top of the house. My father asked me to curl up in the sunlight from the small window. I looked at the dazzling sunshine and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. As time went by, my two calves would have been frozen with arthritis. If my father hadn't used the "magic power belt" therapy he learned outside, I would have become a lame in this life.

I once wrote a scene in my work where my mother chased and beat my younger brother with a willow twill. The reason why my mother wanted to chase and beat my younger brother was to make her give up the idea of ​​asking for a cent so that he could go back to school. I didn’t fabricate this out of thin air and pretended to be pitiful. At that time, my family was really very tight and couldn’t even take out a cent. At that time, my younger brother saw that his classmates were having a balloon he bought with a cent, so he wanted to buy a cent from his mother.

Balloons, but my mother couldn't take out a dime, even if it was a penny. My young brother was ignorant and had to do it, so he forced his mother to move a willow twig. I followed behind and saw that scene, I felt sad. I felt sorry for the silly brother and the helpless mother. At that moment, I vowed to study hard, earn money when I grew up, and buy a lot of balloons for my brother to play with so that my mother would not be so embarrassed.

At that time, not only was there a shortage of money, but also food. There was very little white flour in the noodle jar at home and a little more grains. But for children, they naturally like to eat white and delicious steamed buns. But in order to keep the white flour for the holidays, my mother had to take out the grains and make me grains, rice flour buns, and buckwheat buns. In order to allow my brother and I to finish the mixed grain bread, my mother added some saccharin to the steamed buns, which tasted sweet, so we were not so resistant to mixed grain bread. Eating for two or three meals is not a problem. If we eat them frequently, we would not be able to stand some picky food, but we didn't want to eat white flour bread. Here are some scenes that I remember the most. My mother wanted to take me to work in the field, and I walked in front and cried loudly.

, holding the scorched bread of the corn flour bun in his hand, my mother followed behind and scolded me. While I was crying, I licked the scorched bread when I was not crying, and started crying again after licking. I don’t remember why I was crying, is it because of the bad or the reasons? Even if my aunt came to my house to help my mother stay, she was actually looking at the two little guys. My aunt probably saw that there was too little white flour in the dough tank and made buckwheat noodles for us every day. If we didn’t eat it, my aunt would scold me and my brother angrily while making sense. But I could see that my aunt didn’t want to eat the mixed grains in her hand. But my aunt was a reasonable person. In order to keep the white flour, she did not use white flour to cook 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 realized that those who have experienced poverty will be much better in life, whether in terms of quality or morality. I have met many peers who do what they are, and they are self-righteous and have to do what they think they want, not knowing how to accommodate others. And they are full of magnifying and putting on airs, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it. But it does not mean that all people who have never experienced poverty have corrupt quality. Some people, although they live in wealthy families, have excellent personal cultivation, are principled, measured, and are humble and polite. People have to praise their character. Let’s look at those superficial and ridiculous young people who always use decadence as magic weapon, rogue posture as capital, and their own capital as capital. Apart from their stinking, there is only a living corpse left.

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

Now it's our generation's turn, and I obviously feel that fighting spirit is not as strong as my father. However, I have been trying my best to overcome all kinds of difficulties and let myself grow into a strong man as soon as possible.
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