Dashan children's composition 1 I am a child coming out of the mountains. Snow-capped mountains and sacred grasslands have evolved my immature body and made me thrive. The mountains are always backward, without the roar of engines and the sound of electricity, quietly praying for the children who are about to go out. People there are always dressed in plain clothes and ragged clothes, searching in the dust, breathing under the blue sky and waiting at the street corner of the farm yard. Devout believers are looking for the holy light at the top of the snow-capped mountains. Prayer cone and Manizon's blessing took them through their dream paradise. Perhaps, this is just a spiritual sustenance. But the light presented by the prayer wheel is cast with thousands of pious hearts. In many inconspicuous places, I saw the magnificent stupa dome, the greasy Hada on the knocker, the lingering mulberry smoke, the faint light, and the ever-filling lamp oil basin. I heard the silent chanting, the rotation of the heavy prayer tube, the pious kowtow, and the heavy breathing of the old man who adjusted menstruation. ...
To this end, I am very excited to have this relationship with Dashan. Dashan once taught us piety and faith, and explained the reason of causality between reincarnation and the six divisions in Buddhism. I am very grateful for the gift of Dashan, but I grew up in the embrace of Dashan, and Dashan didn't educate me to be a person who can mount a horse with a gun and recite poems. So I decided to leave this mountain and come to another world full of people, intrigue and intrigue. Going out of the mountain may be another wrong choice, because I can't feel the temperature here, and with the exclusion of Gao Fushuai and local tyrants, the children in the mountain will eventually collapse.
Children in the mountains have poor expressive ability and small vocabulary, while children in the mountains have limited knowledge and ignorance. But any of these outside comments are frivolous and shallow, and they are also ridiculous and shameful. The best way to understand our mountain children is to keep deep silence.
I like mountains, I love their perseverance, solemnity and freedom. May is a good time to go out to play. I planned ahead, and this time we went into the mountains to experience a field trip.
At the foot of the mountain, at first glance, the whole green hill is dotted with red, that is, wild strawberry, which is called "grandpa" in my hometown. After going up the mountain, I didn't pick it everywhere like a monkey, because my mother once told me that only by looking at wild strawberries clearly would I not eat my stomach by mistake. Have you ever heard of cat strawberries and snake strawberries? Cats and strawberries have barbs, and eating the tongue will be painful, itchy and numb, but uncomfortable; Snake berries are poisonous. You can only eat wild strawberries and thorn strawberries. Wild strawberries are just sweet, while thorn strawberries have sour taste. Strawberries with thorns grow on trees with many thorns and are difficult to pick.
There is a clear stream at the foot of the mountain, and there are many strange stones of different sizes by the stream. Will there be a lot of fish and shrimp hidden under the stone as the book says? I can't wait to take out my net bag and plastic bucket, ready to open the stone to witness the treasure below. I rolled up my trouser legs and walked slowly into the water, which was still a little warm. Some fish are swimming around in the water. I tried to play with them with a net bag, but I didn't catch any fish. Instead, I got wet when I turned over the stone. When my dad saw it, he laughed and said, "It's strange that fish and shrimp can't run far if you turn over stones like this!" " It seems that you should pay attention to skills in everything you do. In order to let the two turtles at home compete well, I also fought hard!
When the sun goes down, the white clouds turn red and the earth turns golden. I want to be a wild child in the mountains forever.
A friend is going to send some schoolbags and stationery to the children in the mountain area. Anyway, it's nothing. I'm also happy to travel with him, see the scenery, relax and listen to stories. The children in the mountains are not as poor and bitter as I thought, and their little faces are round and chubby, revealing some good-looking and lovely. I'm not dressed in rags The schoolbag stationery is still relatively new. It seems that the party's policy of enriching the people is still reflected here. Although not rich enough, I am still full. I sat down and chatted with the cadres of the local Youth League Committee and the Education Committee, but I heard more about the future of these children. Many of them are not difficult, but they dare not look forward to the reincarnation process of junior high school, high school, university, unemployment and returning to the village. In the process of this reincarnation, it is unpredictable how much self-confidence can be built and how much inferiority can be suppressed when children in the mountains go to the city, children in the city go to the city, the province, the world and children who grew up in the city live together. From a psychological point of view, such an experience is actually quite worrying. This topic is obviously a bit heavy, but it makes sense. Although the outside world is wonderful, it is even more helpless, isn't it? So, in the face of these innocent, carefree and happy children, I don't know what to say, to encourage them to study hard, or something else? I suddenly thought of the wrong conclusion that everyone is equal before the opportunity, because the opportunity itself is not equal. Where is the opportunity? For a child in the mountains, how far can he really go with such hard work?
The children in Dashan woke up from their sleep before dawn. Standing up from the humble kang and reaching down is the beginning of the day. I didn't have time to stay at home for long, so I picked up some steamed buns prepared by adults early in the morning and set off. They are going to school a few miles away.
On the way to school, the wind blew across the earth before dawn, accompanied by a hint of coolness. The school children are still gnawing at the steamed bread in their hands and striding forward. The road is uneven, but the children are already familiar with the way to school ...
Small shoulders, big schoolbag, and dozens of minutes' journey make children a little tired. The school is not far ahead, trotting all the way, and here we are.
Pushing open the rusty iron gate, a row of brick teaching buildings appeared in front of us. Next to the teaching building, there is a flagpole made of wooden columns, and a bright five-star red flag is hung high at the top of the flagpole. Teachers stood outside the classroom waiting for the children from home, with faint smiles on their faces. Fortunately, the children arrived at school safely, and the teachers put down their hanging hearts at this time.
"On the other side of the mountain is the sea, which embodies faith ..." It was getting brighter, and the voice of reading came from the school. The teacher stood on the platform made of simple stones, with some old and yellow books in his hand. Under the podium, there is no Shi Zhuan, and some places are even uneven. Children stare at textbooks, read aloud word by word, and have a focused eye on books. After reading aloud, my little eyes turned to the teacher on the platform. Even though it was a little cold and my hands and face turned red with cold, it didn't reduce the children's thirst for knowledge.
After staying in the classroom for a long time, the children began to expect a short ten minutes between classes. There are no complete sports facilities and good sports equipment in the city, but what children need is a quick and slightly flat open space. In that open space, they can play with eagles and chickens, play simple hopscotch, stretch their hands and do simple sports. In this remote rural school, it is also full of fun, and the children are so lively during recess. Without any constraints, they all fly happily like birds. Children don't go home at noon and have lunch at school. For these poor children, lunch is simple rice, and a little pickles brought back from home is enough to become a meal. In the evening, some children who are far away from home spend the night at school. There is no specially arranged dormitory, just a classroom during the day, and several tables are enough to sleep on several children. In the evening, the children still slept soundly. ...
In a small school, children have their own ideals, and poverty cannot stop them from moving forward. However, they are full of strong thirst for knowledge in poverty. Learning may make those children see the hope of getting out of the mountains. In order to get out of this mountain, to wander in the outside cities, and to stop being illiterate like their ancestors, they work hard and study hard ... these are children in the mountains!
Children's composition in the mountains 5 In the summer vacation of 20xx, my mother took me to drive five hours from Guilin to Jiangwei Township, Longsheng County, Guilin City, a state-level poverty-stricken county, to visit my children of the same age-Wu Liyan and Meng.
Both children's homes are on the high mountain. When you go to their home, you must climb the mountain. I seldom climb mountains, but I am panting and sweating. Standing at the foot of the mountain to see their home seems not far away, but I didn't expect to climb for 40 minutes! As the saying goes, going up the mountain is easier than going down. When I went down the mountain, I looked down and my calf couldn't help shaking. Mother asked Wu Liyan, who sent us down the mountain, "How many falls did you have on this road?" Wu Liyan said, "I can't count it." I think how hard it is for children in the mountains to climb mountains and attend classes every day. However, at present, the Jiangwei Township National Primary School where Wu Liyan is located has a state-funded dormitory, so it is not necessary to take the mountain road every day. However, the conditions of the school are far from ours.
The two children we visited came from poor families. Meng's mother died, her sister went to college in other places, and her father worked in other places. He lives at home alone, and only his uncle next door helps to take care of him. Wu Liyan's parents are in poor health, and her brother is also studying abroad. The family has a heavy burden. Although the learning conditions are poor, both students have good grades. Meng's grades every year are "Grade One" or "Excellent Class Cadres" and "Excellent Dormitory Directors", which is very impressive. During the summer vacation, I practiced writing alone at home, and my handwriting was extremely beautiful.
Wu Liyan's grades are also very good, and she has been in the top five of her grade. Wu Liyan also taught herself Cambridge English and electronic piano. I was moved and ashamed to see a broken electronic organ she borrowed from somewhere in the room and her efforts to learn to play the piano by herself according to the score in the school music book. My mother invited a professor from the Conservatory of Music to teach me to play the piano, but I always practice the piano carelessly and don't know how to cherish the opportunity at all. I decided to go home and practice my piano.
During this visit, I opened my eyes and learned a lot. More importantly, I made friends with ethnic minorities in the mountains. They have beautiful scenery and fresh air, and the children in our city also have advantages and strengths. We can exchange schools and make progress together.
This is a unique mountain with trees everywhere. Pine and cypress trees, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, are evergreen all year round, and they are all green when you look around. Old trees towering, young trees tall and straight, rugged together. Looking up, there is no blue sky.
A rushing mountain spring gurgled down. At the foot of the mountain, a clear green stream winds into the distance.
On the bank of the stream, there are scattered lights in scattered caves, and in the distance, there are endless fields. This is a poor and backward village surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Born and raised in this small mountain village, he watched everything revive in spring and hid in the forest. In summer, I see lush vegetation and frolicking on the stream; Autumn is full of fruits, leafy and running in the fields; Enjoy the rime and snow in winter and play in front of the house. The stars, the bright moon, the shadows of trees, and the stream all constitute his childhood lullabies, which are gentle and quiet, leading him to every colorful sweet dream.
But one day, the harsh sound of a chainsaw broke the silence. At this time, he was an adult and was elected as the village head. A trace of anxiety and inexplicable fear spread in his heart. He quickly put on his coat and went out to look for the discordant voice.
I saw a bloated middle-aged man leaning against a big truck with a cigarette in his mouth, busy directing workers to cut down trees at a designated place.
He went straight to the middle-aged man and said firmly, "No cutting down trees here."
"No? Just kidding. " The middle-aged man vomited a smoke turn at him and continued: "This is allowed by the state. Young man, show you the way and follow me to make you rich. "
"I am a child of Dashan, and it is my duty to protect Dashan."
"Hey, can this mountain give you money? Don't be silly. " The villagers all gathered around, and the middle-aged man raised his voice and shouted at them, "Folks, like you, I'm from the mountains. But look at me. I smoke brand-name cigarettes, wear brand-name clothes and drink brand-name wine. Come and have a look-why, because I keep up with the trend of the times and actively develop resources! "
The villagers were moved and wanted to join the logging team. He failed to stop them. The middle-aged man gave him a cigarette: "Come on, have a taste."
So, women and children at home go to work in the fields, and men go to the mountains to cut down trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
As a result, new houses were built, new clothes were added, dishes were enriched, and even factories were built in the upper reaches of the stream to process wood and sell it to distant places. The days are getting better every day.
As a result, the green of the mountains is decreasing day by day, the endless fields are barren day by day, the clear streams are muddy day by day, and the songs of birds are sad day by day. Dashan's illness is getting worse every day.
But one day, the middle-aged man suddenly left in a hurry. It is said that the middle-aged man's hometown was flooded due to excessive logging, and his wife, children and belongings were "missing".
The villagers were awakened. Looking back, they saw devastated mountains, dark muddy streams and overgrown vilen, the former "Xanadu".
So, he took the lead to put down the saw, picked up the shovel, and carried the banner of "planting trees for reclamation".
Day after day, year after year, Dashan slowly recovered.
Full of green on the mountain, like waves, has a vast blue sky. The faint kitchen smoke fell from the sky, and under the afterglow, it was graceful and hazy, like a gentle white gauze on a fairy. Thinking that his son wrote from abroad that the application for developing tourism resources in his hometown had been approved, he walked home with a sigh of relief.