Rural parents don't encourage their children to go to college! Should rural children really not go to college?
Experts have always said that rural children are not encouraged to go to college, because once they go to college, it is difficult for them to go back to their hometown, which is a tragedy. Should rural children really not go to college? They think that it costs 80,000 yuan for rural children to study for an undergraduate course for four years, not counting some expenses, and it is difficult for undergraduate graduates to find jobs now. Even if you stay in a big city, it is very difficult to buy a suite through your own struggle according to the current urban housing prices. If you live in Beishangguang and other places, I'm afraid you can only live in a rental house for life, but if you don't go to college and go out to work directly, you can earn at least 80 thousand in four years. There has been some controversy about the use of reading since ancient times. Although going to college is not as good as before, it is difficult to find a job even after graduation. Even now, many college students can't keep up with the wages of migrant workers. The life situation of rural college students in cities is really difficult, but for rural children, going to college is still the most important way to change their lives. For rural children, going to college can improve their knowledge and opinions. For those children who work directly without going to college, their future life may be to go out to work all the time, but there are always a few successful people who go out to work. For children who have already gone to college, there is at least a higher starting point, and they can climb higher and go further.
Quiet night, cool breeze and bright moon.
A cabin in a remote forest.
The wind whistled low through the forest, as if singing.
Moonlight poured down and flowed in the forest. I can't tell whether it's the scene in front of me or my thoughts are flowing.
Aa's worries about the future are lingering. I seem to see your smile, through the shadow of the sunset and the singing of the stream, coming to me along a green vine that passes through the fence, fascinated by the stars.
At this moment, I know how you feel. Clear sky in Wan Li, the shadows of two hearts are interlaced. Whose eyes are full of tears, * * * Yin Hui fell in the midnight breeze.
How many expectations does life have? A wooden house is enough to keep out the wind, frost, rain and snow, and to make the noise and noise of the world disappear without a trace. People in the room are also patient enough to listen to the whispers of fallen leaves.
Two trees, with colorful pains hidden in the years, scabbed into a kind of persistence in their growth.
A poem, let me hear my heartbeat, and the whispers in your dreams.
Folding amber
On an indescribable hot summer day, I was invited by a pine forest and walked into the boundless dark green. In the Woods, it's much cooler than outside. I was walking around when I suddenly found a reflection on a pine branch not far away, which just broke into my field of vision.
A closer look reveals that a drop of truffle fell from it. Look carefully, no, the color of truffles has turned red-it turned out to be newborn amber. Looking up from a less reflective angle, I saw it standing high on a branch enjoying the sunshine.
So crystal clear, so clear, so ostentatious, like a miniature solidified lake, with a slight golden red, quietly placed on the branches by God. It's beautiful. I thought, how can I pick it from the tall branch? Climbing trees, I can't; I don't have the heart to cut down trees and have no tools; It's easy to get lost and can't find it when going out to get a ladder. I have to wait, wait for it to be blown down by the wind, or it may be accidentally hit by a bird, no matter what the probability is, I have to wait. Look up at it when waiting, and look up at its heart when thinking.
Wait, wait, I've been waiting for an indescribable autumn, and I'm still thinking. I can't hear cicadas playing harmonica; I can't hear the sound of green spreading; I can't hear the sound of summer flowers breaking through the ground. Not long after, I waited for another unspeakable white winter, and I was still thinking. Snow, countless elves landed on the earth, embracing everything, and my amber. My amber disappeared under the snow like a frozen lake. But I still can't help waiting.
Unconsciously, a spring full of indescribable happiness has arrived. The forest began to thaw and my amber began to wake up. In order to see it again, I stood motionless under it all winter. It appeared in front of me as promised, and I have given up the idea of keeping it for myself.
It's time to go back. I stared at it for a few seconds and turned away. It's beautiful! I thought to myself: Let it stay here! You can watch from a distance, don't be ridiculous. This only applies to my amber.
Hehe, I didn't expect a year's hard work to be nothing. After walking a few steps, I barely wanted to see it one last time. Looking back, I suddenly found that it was gone! I subconsciously looked up and couldn't find it. It has passed, and all I get is deep regret. Is a year's waiting all a dream?
I bowed my head and sighed, stepped on the unmelted snow on the ground and said goodbye to the pine forest. I decided to leave that regret in the forest, and wanted to look back at the only harvest of this year, but inadvertently found that in the path I walked, in every footprint I stepped on, there was a crystal clear amber, just like the amber I met for the first time, reflecting the light that broke into my field of vision.
-It's beautiful.