When I was a child, my family was poor and lived in a mud house. At that time, it was particularly cold in winter, and the temperature could reach MINUS 40 degrees. So in winter, there will be a foot of ice on the wall around the house. Even on New Year's Eve, the mother will take the shivering children to scrape the ice on the wall.
Mom shaved ice, and the six of us went outside to make a pot. You can't even eat sorghum rice on New Year's Eve, so you eat sorghum and pickles with shells. When eating, you should eat half and spit out half, and spit out the sorghum shell. When I grew up to be a boy of eighteen or nineteen, my clothes were full of holes.
Father couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked me to buy a new suit in the shop, but I was embarrassed to go in at the door of the shop. I first pierced the big hole in my body into a small hole, and I felt better than before I barely entered the store.
Although our family is poor, when we were very young, my mother often taught us to share delicious food with others. Eating by yourself is called "filling the pit", and eating with others is called "leaving a name". And "good intentions disturb the world" and "be a good person and be a good person"! So there is delicious food at home, so my mother delivers it door to door. Even a bowl of fish sauce will be divided into many small portions for neighbors to taste.
The hard years of my childhood and the teaching my mother gave us during the hardships are the most precious wealth in my life. Although I have made small achievements in the future and experienced countless times, I can't forget that I am a person who struggled from hard years. I want to cherish everything I have.