Give me a pencil

The wind is getting colder and colder, blowing from the depth of the mountain. Beside the stream at the village head, you are still wearing two slippers of different colors, holding your young brother playing pig grass. Your yellow hair is tied up randomly, your small hands are covered with deep cracks, and the edges of your nails are covered with silky black mud. Faced with my doubts about your family, you whispered in a low voice: dad went out to work while mom took the other two sisters at home; After three years of school, she is not going to school now. My child, your voice is getting lower and lower, and slowly I can’t hear you clearly. Mom won’t let you go? I asked softly that it was me who couldn’t afford it. My family had no money to buy me pencils. Your eyes are red. The question of a stranger seemed to hurt your heart deeply at this moment. I blamed myself secretly and took out a handful of chocolate and handed it over. You raised your head, stared at the chocolate with big eyes for a long time, swallowed your saliva and said, “aunt, I don’t want sugar anymore. Can you give me a pencil? I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and couldn’t say anything. After returning home for a long time, there was always a voice in my ear: aunt, can you give me a pencil? My child, I really want to tell you that I can give you a pencil or even more, but I don’t know how to give your parents a pencil to write life. I went to see your mother that day, and she told me sadly: The family is poor, there are too many children, and there will be a lot of fines if you live beyond the child; But it is too poor, I also want to have another son so that I can have more male labors to work in the future. I can’t, nor can I bear to accuse your parents of how foolish and weird their thoughts are, but I am sad to see you at the age of eleven: The Game of eraser is blown away by the wind, the wings of the bow break the rain. I was very confused. I was also looking around for that pencil, which you need, your parents need, and many rural areas need. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…