It's been raining. After feeding her father who was ill in bed, Haruki took a bench and sat at the door, looking out at the hazy distance.

Haruki is an unfortunate child. His family is a poor household in the village. My mother ran away from home because she couldn't stand this poor family. My brother went out to work early, leaving Haruki and his father to live in this shabby house. Haruki was scalded by boiling water when she was a child, leaving an ugly scar on her face. Although the villagers were simple and didn't crowd him out, he had a scar in his heart and he felt very inferior. He studied hard and got excellent grades, but after finishing high school, he went home to work to take care of his father-the family didn't have enough money and his father's health was getting worse and worse.

Haruki likes reading extracurricular books very much. From extracurricular books, he saw the outside world. There are tall buildings, ferris wheels and many new things outside. How he longs for the outside world. But his father, his face, all made him unable to make a living in the outside world.

The rain gradually stopped and he stood up. He wants to go out for a walk. He is depressed and wants to relax. As he walked, he saw a fruit farmer picking fruits. When the fruit grower saw him, he grinned: "Oh, just in time. Come on, give your father some oranges. This orange sells well and has to be shipped to all parts of the country, and it is expensive! " Haruki looks at the orange tree. Their shapes are not pretty. They are rooted in the soil of this mountain, but they produce such sweet fruits. He seems to understand something.

When I got home, I read the letter my brother sent me a few days ago. There are several photos of the city scenery, followed by a few lines: Brother, although the big city is beautiful, there is endless loneliness behind its prosperity. You are so smart, you are sure to make a difference in your hometown!

A few years later, it was still this mountain village. Although not rich, the villagers are very simple. As long as you walk into the only primary school there, you will see a group of primary school students sitting around the teacher and listening to his lecture with a smile. The teacher is thin and has a scar on his face, but his voice is so confident and loud. He has taught here for many years, and the children affectionately call him "Big Brother". Some of the pupils he taught went to universities and big cities, while others stayed in this primary school after graduation. After so many years, I think peaches and plums are all over the world.

A reporter interviewed him and asked him why he wanted to run a primary school in a remote mountain village. He said calmly, "I just want more people to receive education." The reporter wants to interview his early experiences. He said shyly, "before, I always wanted to go outside, but I couldn't." Then I thought, if I can't get out, I can help others get out. I run a school here. Although I can't walk far, I didn't live up to spring. "