Simple and innocent, smiling face is like a rainbow on the horizon, like a small flower with dew. They ran and laughed in the fields, startled the birds and returned to 1. The beauty of rural life is answered outside the hospital. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on a set of casual clothes to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing in vision is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the enjoyment in hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple voice are most suitable for this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cows. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.
(2) Stories about the life of rural children.
Many people who have never lived in the countryside find it difficult to understand how they live. This should be within the theme of a novel, because such a novel is similar to Lu Xun's social drama. Although their material conditions are very bitter, there are no so-called toys to play with in modern civilization. If there are, they are also things made by themselves, simple and rough. Children's nature is that there is no distinction between rich and poor in the adult world, and they admit the intrigue in the world. They treat each other sincerely and treat them as a good thing to entertain guests from afar, instead of forgetting their own nature and knowing what money talks at an early age!
If life in the countryside is bitter, it should be the world of adults. For children, the air in the countryside is fresh, the environment in the countryside is peaceful and the scenery in the countryside is beautiful. This is one thing that I will never forget in my life. If there is anything I feel now, it is my childhood rural life, which is an unsatisfied natural life in the sentence.
Living in the big concrete cage of the city, human beings have long forgotten their belonging.
The life story of a rural child
A rural child's persistent dream of Peking University
My parents are both native farmers, and the heavy farmland fallow and the support of three children have made the originally poor families even poorer. It is said that "the children of poor families are in charge early." I have been helping my parents peel cotton and sell watermelons since I was five or six years old. However, because of my understanding and the efforts of my family, poverty has never separated our lives. "Bitterness" and "poverty" occupy all my childhood memories.
After graduating from junior high school, I began to have my own ideas. In my opinion, as long as you learn good planting techniques on the basis of impetuous farming, you can grow your own fruits, vegetables and food crops. As long as the most fundamental material life is guaranteed, parents can live a good life, and younger brothers and sisters can study hard with peace of mind. I told my parents my thoughts, and with their support, I chose the provincial agricultural school.
During my four years in school, I scrimped and saved, and finished my middle school studies with excellent results. At the same time, I also passed 200 1 and 65438+self-study in February 2002, and successively obtained junior college and undergraduate degrees from Southeast University of Science and Technology.
After graduation in 2003, I left Beijing alone in order to change my family and destiny. Began a journey of working and self-study.
I read the recruitment information in the newspaper and applied for my first job. At first, the factory refused to accept me for various reasons, but after seeing me come to the door seven times to ask for employment opportunities, they were finally moved by my stubbornness. I became the quality supervisor in the factory, and I repeated an action every day, which was complicated and monotonous. Nevertheless, I have always believed that no matter how high the ideal is, if a group is unwilling to spend its painstaking efforts and efforts on a great and arduous rest, it is just a castle in the air. So, I carefully did this monotonous task for a year.
Because my study time was occupied by intense rest, I changed my tasks three times. When I finished the third task, I had a strong feeling that I could no longer be trapped by the status quo. I rented a cheap basement outside the Fifth Ring Road and began to concentrate on graduate school.
Although I want to take the postgraduate entrance examination in advance, I don't know what to take. Occasionally, when I was looking up information on the Internet, I met a rural girl like me. After I told her about my current situation and confusion, she suggested that I take an examination of a famous school. She said that only a prestigious school can give me the perfect education and completely change my destiny. After listening to her advice, I feel a little uncertain. Can I do it myself? I passed college and undergraduate education by self-study. If I fail, it will undoubtedly add to the burden of this poor family. She encouraged me to say: "Look straight at the purpose, as long as you keep your eyes on the back, you can walk in a straight line at will." Sometimes you have to watch my steps carefully, but in a few cases, you should know where I am going. "
I decided to enter Peking University. From deciding what to test to the second half of 2005, I used my spare time as a tutor to make a living.
She helped me a lot in the whole preparation process. I lost the lecture materials of remedial classes from her, and also got the information of famous teachers' lectures from the Internet. We exchange learning experiences, learning methods and encourage each other. I go to the Internet cafe once a month, extract the materials used and study, and keep studying for more than 15 hours every day. When I am sleepy, I pinch the back of my hand. After a long time, the back of my hand is covered with blood and pimples. ...
English is my weakest link. In order to practice my basic English skills, I go to the English corner of University of Political Science and Law to practice my spoken English every Tuesday. Stick the English sentences I don't remember on the bedside so that I can see them at first sight every morning; Keep a diary in English every day, one article a day, never continuous, with essays and notes; Sitting on the bus, walking on the road and even in the toilet, I was reading English loudly, which attracted many people's attention. Some people say that I am crazy. No matter what abnormal eyes others use to look at me, I didn't firm my will and ideal after all, and I kept reviewing until I left the postgraduate entrance examination. Reality has proved that persistence is one of the secondary factors of my initial success.
When a letter of admission to Peking University was sent home, I was so excited that my family left tears of joy. Yes, for a part-time student in the countryside, I know how difficult this step is.
When I was about to tell my good friend the good news, she called me almost at the same time to inform me that she had been admitted to the seminar. Our happy laughter rang at both ends of the phone at the same time, and we were all excited about each other's success.
This is my postgraduate entrance examination. During this painful journey of struggle, I learned many proverbs about being a man, about life, about ideals, about struggle, and writing with actions that were not available in previous books. In fact, everything is not difficult, as long as you have a firm goal and bravely turn bitter into sweet, nothing is impossible!
(4) Stories describing rural children's lives, poems describing rural scenery, and rural handicrafts.
I have a cousin who lives in the city. More than 30 years ago, my cousin, also a child, often went to places more than 20 miles away from the city in our country to play. I like playing with my cousin best.
Cousin is very clever. He once made a "match pistol" by himself, that is, breaking the chain of an abandoned bicycle, bending it into the shape of a gun with iron wire, connecting the chains, wrapping it tightly with medical gauze, making a "bolt" with iron wire and controlling the "bolt" with a rubber band. The "bullet hole" in front is also a bicycle chain. Tie the steel wire head on the bicycle rim to the eyes, which is actually equivalent to one. It is said that flying "bullets" (matchsticks) can hit sparrows and other birds, but I have never seen them. I don't know if I can hit a sparrow bird, but I still like playing with this kind of gun. So every time my cousin comes to my house, I always run around my cousin.
I remember it was a Sunday in primary school. The school organized us to take part in the labor of the production team and planted rice seedlings in the lake. It happened that my cousin came to my house that day. I didn't want to take part in labor, but wanted to play with my cousin. I casually thought of asking for leave from beginning to end, because the reason was not sufficient, and the teacher naturally disagreed. I'm still unwilling. When I set out, I deliberately moved slowly from a large group of our classmates to the back, and then quietly turned back, thus achieving the purpose of playing with my cousin.
That day, my cousin was still that cousin, the "gun" was still that, and the gameplay was still that. But that day, I was not interested in playing, and my heart was always a little uneasy. I have been worried that the teacher will criticize and be furious the next day. The next day in class, the teacher didn't criticize me for this either. Maybe it's because the teacher didn't find my "escape" that day, or maybe it's because I've been doing well and the teacher forgave me for my "occasional" mistakes. Although the teacher has never criticized me for this matter, I have always kept it in mind.
There are many desires in one's life. There is nothing wrong with desire. Normal desires should be satisfied, but people's desires cannot be inflated and cannot be obtained by improper means. If a person gets something he doesn't deserve, or others don't know it, or no one puts forward opinions and criticisms, he will eventually be accused, and the blame is his own conscience.
5. The story of rural children's life.
Playing with straw, climbing haystacks and shooting scarecrows are our favorite games for rural children. There are many straws in our house, and there are piles of straws, each of which is two or three meters high. Whenever adults are away, we climb the straw. We all like to climb the highest straw pile and see our friends below. We are very proud. At first, when my friends and I climbed up, we always fell down. When we fell, it hurt and our clothes were dirty. However, this is a happy autumn. I climbed up first and fell down first. It hurts. I almost cried, but my friends looked at me. I thought, "I'm a man. I can't cry. " Fortunately, I held on. We continued to play, but this time I was nervous and afraid of falling down again. In order to keep everyone safe, I put a lot of straw under it. This time, we slipped. Hey, there is a feeling of sliding down the slide. The straw that fell to the ground is soft and doesn't hurt at all. However, when mom and dad came back, they saw that we had made a mess of the straw pile and chased us to fight. It is also fun to hit the scarecrow when you are alone. Mom and dad use scarecrows to scare birds, instead of catching crabs and small fish in fish ponds. Once, I went to fight the scarecrow. I hit it with all my strength, punching and punching. He didn't move at all. I bent the scarecrow, but he didn't move. I made a determined effort and punched a few times, and the scarecrow fell apart. I smiled happily and felt great. I didn't expect my parents to find out and beat me up. However, playing with straw brings us a lot of fun. Children in the village like to play with straw.
The life story of a rural child.
Children from rural areas are left unattended, and their parents have become workers or are still farming. They are busy every day in order to survive. Children lock out after school, or go home, or break willow branches in the wild with other children. Others, with bad personalities, just toss and turn in their own yard, go to the house, dismantle all kinds of tools, turn everything upside down, climb the window, don't talk, live alone on Sunday, fantasize about dismantling things, sell them and spend money on food. I don't know anything. You just know how to vent your strength. Others are motionless, sitting there in a daze, walking up and down the street, slovenly, glassy-eyed and quiet.
Please write a story about the life of rural children.
The life story of rural children is generally like this: parents go out to work and grandparents take care of them when they are young, and most of them are reserved and shy. The children in the village next door are their playmates. Generally, when you are very young, you have to help your grandparents with farm work, and you can harvest and cook in the fields. Life is much more bitter than children in the city, but they also have their own fun, such as catching fish in the fields, catching shrimp in the river and herding cattle in the mountains. It will be simple and happy then. Every child's greatest hope is that his parents will go home during the Spring Festival, and the new clothes and toys brought back are his greatest hope. If you are writing a composition, you can take out a little enlarged and detailed description according to what I said. The central idea can write the bitterness of left-behind children and their simple happiness. I hope I can help you.
A touching story of becoming a rural child
& lt "I've been here, I'm fine." The beautiful angel She Yan touched the people of China >
She is a beautiful little girl named She Yan. She has a pair of big shining eyes and a bright childlike innocence. She is an orphan. She has only lived in this world for eight years. Her last words in this world are "I have been here, I am fine".
She wants to die in autumn, and her slim figure is like the process of a flower blooming naturally. When yellow flowers are piled up everywhere and fallen leaves are flying in the air, she will see geese flying far away. She voluntarily gave up treatment, divided the 540,000 yuan life-saving money donated to her by Chinese people around the world into seven parts, and gave her life as a cake of hope to seven children who were hovering on the line of life and death.
I voluntarily gave up treatment.
She didn't know her biological parents when she was born. She only adopted her father.
1996165438+1October 30th, that is, the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, because "Dad" She found the newborn baby who was about to freeze to death in the grass beside a small bridge in Shenjiachong, Yongxing Town, and put a small note on her chest, which read: "65438.
She lived in Group 2, Yunyan Village, Sanxing Town, Shuangliu County, Sichuan Province, and was 30 years old at that time. Because her family is poor, she can't find a partner. If she wants to adopt the child, I'm afraid no one wants to marry into this family. Looking at the baby crying like a kitten in her arms, she put You Shi down and picked him up several times, and turned and walked back. This little life is already cold and weak, and no one cares, but she will die at any time! Biting his teeth, he picked up the baby again and sighed, "You can eat whatever I eat."
She named the child She Yan because she was born in the autumn harvest season. When a bachelor became a father, he didn't have breast milk and couldn't afford milk powder. He could only feed him rice soup. Therefore, she Yan was weak and sick since childhood, but he was very smart and sensible. Spring comes and goes, just like a small flower on a bitter vine. She Yan grows up day by day and is surprisingly clever. Neighbors said that the doll she found had a high IQ and everyone liked her. Although she was ill since childhood, she Yan grew up slowly in her father's fear.
A child with a hard life is really unusual. From the age of five, she knew how to help her father share the housework. She does everything well in washing clothes, cooking and mowing grass. She knows that she is different from other children. All the other children have parents, only she and her father are in her own home. This family depends on her and her father to support it. She should be very good, and don't let her father worry and get angry more.
When she was in elementary school, she Yan knew that she should be eager to learn and make progress, and get the first place in the exam. Her illiterate father will have a good face in the village, and she has never let him down. She sang to her father, told him all the interesting things that happened at school, carefully pasted every little red flower she got on the wall, and occasionally made a naughty debut to beat her father ... Whenever she saw the smile on her father's face, she would secretly satisfy herself: "Although I can't have a mother like other children, I am very happy to live like this with my father."
Since May 2005, she often has nosebleeds. One morning, she Yan was about to wash her face when she suddenly found a basin of clear water turned red. At first glance, blood is dripping down the nose, and no matter what measures are taken, it can't be stopped. I really can't help it. She You Shi took her to the township health center for an injection, but the small needle eye also bled and there were many "red spots" on her legs. The doctor said, "Go to the big hospital!" " When she came to Chengdu Grand Hospital, it was the peak of consultation, and she couldn't get out at all. A person sitting on a bench, clutching his nose, nosebleeds straight down like two lines, dyed the floor red. He felt embarrassed and had to pick up the bedpan to receive blood. In less than 10 minute, the blood in the basin is half full.
As soon as the doctor saw it, he quickly took the child to check. After the examination, the doctor immediately gave him a critical notice. He has acute leukemia!
The medical expenses for this disease are very expensive, and the cost is generally 300,000! She is confused about You Shi. Looking at his daughter in the hospital bed, he dared not think too much. He has only one thought: save her! Borrowing from relatives and friends, the patchwork of money is just a drop in the bucket, too far from 300 thousand. He decided to sell the only adobe house in the family that can be exchanged for money. But because the house is too shabby, there is no buyer at present.
Looking at her father's melancholy eyes and thin face, Sheyan always has a sour feeling. On one occasion, She Yan took her father's hand, and before he could speak, tears came out: "Dad, I want to die ..."
Father looked at her with a pair of astonished eyes: "You are only 8 years old, why did you die?"
"I am a doll I found. Everyone says I'm a bitch and can't stand this disease. Let me leave the hospital ... "
On June 18, 8-year-old She Yan replaced her illiterate father and signed the medical record: "She Yan voluntarily gave up treatment."
The 8-year-old girl cleverly arranged the funeral.
After returning home that day, she Yan, who had never asked her father anything since she was a child, made two requests to her father: she wanted to wear a new dress and take another photo. She explained to her father, "I won't be here anymore." If you miss me, you can look at me in the photo. "
The next day, my father asked my aunt to accompany her to town. 30 yuan bought two sets of new clothes for She Yan. She Yan chose a set of pink short-sleeved shorts, and her aunt chose a skirt with red dots on a white background for her. She was reluctant to take it off when she tried it on. Three people came to the photo studio. She covered her new pink clothes, gestured with V-shaped hands, tried to laugh, and finally burst into tears.
She can't go to school anymore. She stood on the path in front of the village with her schoolbag on her back for a long time, and her eyes were always wet.
If it weren't for a reporter from Chengdu Evening News, Sheyan would quietly float down from the wind like a quietly falling leaf.
The reporter's aunt learned about the situation from the hospital and wrote a report detailing the story of She Yan. Immediately, the story of "eight-year-old girl cleverly arranged the funeral" spread in Chengdu Rongcheng, and was moved by the Internet. Countless citizens are heartbroken for this poor girl. From Chengdu to the whole country and even the whole world, the real world is connected with the internet space, and caring people from all walks of life begin to donate money for this weak life. "Harmonious society" has become the strongest voice in everyone's heart. In just 10 day, the global Chinese donation has exceeded 560,000 yuan, and the operation cost is enough. The fire of Xiao Sheyan's life was rekindled by everyone's love! After the fund-raising activities were announced, donations from all over the world continued to be received. All the money has been put in place, and the doctors have tried their best to overcome one treatment difficulty after another as they wish! Let's smile calmly and wait for the day of success! Some netizens wrote: "She Yan, my dear child! I hope you can leave the hospital healthily; I pray that you can go back to school smoothly; I hope you can grow up safely; I fantasize that I can marry you happily. Qian Yan, my dear child ... "
On June 2 1 day, She Yan, who gave up treatment and went home to die, was reconnected to Chengdu and admitted to the Children's Hospital. With money, the humble life has the hope and reason to continue.
She Yan received unbearable chemotherapy. Inside the glass door, she Yan was lying in the hospital bed for infusion. There is a chair beside the bed, and there is a plastic basin on the chair. She vomited to the side from time to time. The little girl's strength surprised everyone. Xu Ming, her attending doctor, said that during the chemotherapy stage, the gastrointestinal reaction was very strong. She Yan often vomited half a basin at first, but she didn't even say a word. A bone marrow puncture was performed at the time of admission, and the needle penetrated the sternum. She "didn't cry, didn't scream, didn't shed tears and didn't move."
From birth to death, she Yan did not get a trace of maternal love. When Dr. Xu Ming said, "She Yan, be my daughter!" When Sheyan's eyes lit up, Pearl burst into tears. The next day, when the doctor came to her bed, she cried shyly, "Mother Xu." Xu Ming paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly and replied, "My daughter is fine."
Everyone is looking forward to the miracle, and everyone is looking forward to the moment when she Yan is reborn. Many citizens came to the hospital to visit She Yan, and many netizens on the Internet greeted the poor child. Her life filled this strange world with light.
During that time, the ward was full of flowers and fruits, and the intoxicating smell was everywhere.
After two months of chemotherapy, she Yan has experienced nine "death gates" such as septic shock, septicemia, hemolysis and gastrointestinal bleeding ... every time. The chemotherapy plan determined by authoritative experts in children's hematology in the province and even the whole country has achieved good results, and "leukemia" itself has been completely controlled! Everyone is looking forward to the good news of She Yan's recovery.
However, the possible complications of using chemotherapy drugs are terrible. Compared with many other leukemia children, she Yan's physique is much worse. Her health deteriorated after the operation.
On the morning of August 20th, she asked Yan Fu, "Aunt, tell me why they donated money to me?"
"Because they are all good people."
"Aunt, I am also a kind person."
"You are a kind person by nature. Good people will become kinder if they help each other. "
He Yan took out a math exercise book from under the pillow and handed it to Yan Fu: "Aunt, this is my suicide note ..."
Yan Fu was surprised and hurriedly opened it. It was arranged by Sheyan. This is an 8-year-old dying child lying in a hospital bed and writing a three-page suicide note with a pencil. Because the child is too young, some words can't be written, and there are some typos. It can be seen that the whole article is not written in one breath, and it is divided into six paragraphs. It begins with "Aunt Yan Fu" and ends with "Goodbye, Aunt Yan Fu". The whole article "Auntie" or "Auntie Fu" appeared 7 times, and the reporter referred to it as "Auntie" 9 times. These 16 headlines are all about "please" after her death. She wants to express "thank you" and "goodbye" to people who care about her in the whole society through reporters.
"Aunt goodbye, we met in the dream. Aunt Yan Fu, my father's house is going to collapse. Dad, don't be angry. Don't jump. Aunt fu, you should watch my father. Aunt, give my money to our school. Thank you for telling the President of the Red Cross. After I die, give the rest of the money to those who are as sick as I am, and let them get better ... "
This suicide note made Yan Fu burst into tears.
I've been here. I am a good boy.
On August 22nd, She Yan, unable to eat due to gastrointestinal bleeding and supported by infusion for almost a month, "stole food" for the first time. She broke off a piece of instant noodles and stuffed it into her mouth. Soon the gastrointestinal bleeding worsened, and doctors and nurses gave her blood transfusion and infusion urgently ... Looking at She Yan's unbearable abdominal pain, doctors and nurses cried, and everyone was willing to help her share the pain. However, trying various methods is of no help.
She Yan, 8, finally got rid of the ravages of illness and left peacefully.
Everyone can't accept that this picturesque and pure "little fairy" really went to another world? Reporter Yan Fu stroked She Yan's gradually cold face, sobbing, and could no longer call him aunt or laugh out loud. ...
A middle-aged man muttered, "son, you are an angel in the sky." Open little wings and fly obediently ... "On August 26th, her funeral was held in a light rain.
There is a picture of her smiling in her grave, and the inscription reads: "I have been here, I am fine (1996.11.30). -22 August 2005) "
In accordance with She Yan's wishes, he left the remaining 540,000 yuan of medical expenses as a life gift to other children suffering from leukemia. The seven children are Yang Xinlin, Xu Li, Liu,,, and. These seven poor children, the oldest 19 years old, the youngest is only 2 years old. They are all poor children from very difficult families, struggling to die.
On September 24th, Xu Li, the first girl to receive a life gift from She Yan, had a successful operation at West China University of Medical Sciences. A smile hung on her pale face: "I accepted your life gift." Thank you, Sister She Yan. You must be watching us from heaven. Please rest assured that in the future, our tombstones will still be engraved with the words: I have been here, I am fine ... "
Levies100 words describe the life stories of rural children.
I am ten years old. My parents went to work in a city not far from Wan Li to make a living. At home, I only have the right to be an elderly and weak grandmother. I do all the housework, and several grades of the school are merged into one class, so I can't read. I earnestly hope that my parents can take me and grandma to the city as soon as possible, and we can live a normal life!