The word poverty seems to be attached to me and has been with me for 12 years.

When I was a child, my family was poor and I didn't have enough to eat and wear. By the age of seven, it was no exaggeration for my thin wind to blow down. Faced with the cost of 2 yuan a semester, my father frowned. Helpless, I had to carry forward my style and postpone my admission. It is impossible for five brothers and sisters to study at the same time. The next year, when I went to register in high spirits, the teacher said that I would not accept anything. My pleading touched my father, and my father's request touched my teacher. In this way, traveling in road trip 10 miles every day, rain or shine, has become the greatest pleasure in my life. When I graduate from primary school, I'm going to step into a school farther from home with excellent results.

People are doomed to misfortune. At this time, the mother's death cast a shadow on the family's heart, and the old laughter disappeared from the big family. I'm also in danger of dropping out of school. What can I do? Father had to send me to school with a sigh. Because I can't afford the tuition, my bed can only be replaced by desks and chairs in the classroom. The winter when the north wind cries is also my most difficult sleepless night. When the last blue flame of the candle was about to go out, I made the bed at the fastest speed, without padding, and a half-old and half-new quilt was folded in half.

Half of them are under the ground and half of them are used as cover. Occasionally, some owls on the top of the mountain make terrible noises, so I can't help shivering and covering myself with a quilt. After all, I am a teenager, so I look forward to the end of winter day by day.

Heaven rewards diligence. A few months after I finished my housework and earned the last tuition in high school, the college notice flew home as scheduled. Facing the harvest of my hard work, the poor mountain village is boiling, and my father is happy and sad in the face of the congratulations from the villagers. I'm glad I'm flying away, but sadly, the tuition fee of 2000 yuan is similar to astronomical figures for us. For this tuition, after more than a month, the family is still half short, and the day of parting is coming.

The children of the poor have long been in power. When I was working as a tutor and earning hard-earned money after hard-earned money, my peers were writing letters from home asking for three days' financial assistance. My father was surprised at my financial resources.

I dare not enter the ballroom, and the video hall is out of my sight. I seem to be out of the noise of the world. Of course, there is another me, sitting in the library for five or six hours, reading, writing and working. This is the whole of my college life.

When I got my undergraduate diploma, my eyes were wet. I am very happy in my four years in college. I overcame poverty with hard work and achieved enviable results. I often applaud a poor college student in Jingjing Campus. I live in a halo.

When I was looking for a job in sneakers I paid for, I knocked on the door of a qualified employer. I was confident when I entered the door and relaxed when I went out, so I beat all my peers with clever packaging. When I resolutely decided to devote myself to education, they all found it incomprehensible. I said I like the personal pursuit of this variety show.

Looking back on the past road carefully, I am often surrounded by the gratitude of Mo Ming. Sitting alone reading under the cold night light, rubbing hands and picking up a pen at night, I feel very calm.

Today, my life has changed greatly. I am out of poverty, and readers often talk to me about my feelings about life. I can only sum it up by thanking poverty. In my opinion, poverty is not terrible. The terrible thing is that we are often intimidated by it and have no power beyond it.

Thanks to the good school of poverty, I have tasted hardships on the road of life without forgetting the road ahead, climbing mountains and pursuing what I should pursue.