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My home is in Dayoudai Village, Wuqing County, Tianjin. I have the best mother in the world. Her name is Li Yanxia. My family is too poor. When I was born, my grandmother fell ill on the kang. At the age of four, grandpa suffered from bronchial asthma, hemiplegia, and the debts owed by his family increased year by year.
When I was seven years old, I went to school, and my mother borrowed the tuition. I always pick up the pencil tips thrown away by my classmates, tie them to a stick with thread, or wipe the written exercise books with an eraser. My mother is very distressed. Sometimes she has to borrow a few cents to buy pencils and notebooks. Mom is sometimes very happy. I always get the first place in the big test or the small test, and I always get full marks in math. With my mother's encouragement, the more I learn, the happier I am. I really don't know what is happier than reading. I learned four operations and fractional decimals before I went to elementary school; I taught myself math and physics in junior high school when I was in primary school; When I was in junior high school, I also finished the science course in senior high school by myself. 1994 In May, Tianjin held a junior high school physics competition. I am the only rural child among the students from five suburban counties who got into the top three.
In June of that year, I was admitted to the famous Tianjin No.1 Middle School, and I ran home ecstatic. Unexpectedly, when I told my family the good news, their faces were covered with melancholy clouds-grandma died less than half a year ago, and grandpa was dying, and now the family has owed more than 10 thousand yuan in debt. I silently returned to my room and shed tears all day. At night, I heard a quarrel outside the house. It turned out that my mother wanted to sell the donkey at home so that I could go to school, but my father strongly disagreed. Their words were heard by his seriously ill grandfather, who died forever in a hurry.
After grandpa was buried, the family owed thousands of dollars. I will never talk about studying again. I folded the "Admission Notice" and put it in the pillowcase. I work in the fields with my mother every day.
Two days later, my father and I found out at the same time-the little donkey was gone! Dad asked his mother with a livid face, "Did you sell the little donkey?" You're crazy. When selling crops and food, why not push them with your hands and carry them on your shoulders? "My mother cried that day, and she yelled at her father in a fierce voice:" What happened to the child's study? "Jin Peng into the first middle school in Wuqing county is unique! We can't delay the baby's future. Even if I push it with my hand and shoulder it, I will read it to him. "
With 600 yuan from my mother selling donkeys, I really want to kneel down and kowtow to my mother. I love studying too much. However, if I keep thinking like this, how worried and miserable will my mother be?
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That autumn, I went home to get my winter clothes and found my father lying on the kang, his face sallow and skinny. Mother said, "nothing, I have a bad cold." I'll be fine soon. " Who knows, the next day I picked up the medicine bottle and looked at the English on it. I found that these drugs have inhibitory effects on cancer cells. I dragged my mother out of the house and cried and asked her what was going on. My mother said that since I was in the first middle school, my father began to have bloody stools, which became worse every day. My mother borrowed 6000 yuan to go to Tianjin and Beijing for examination again and again, and finally she was diagnosed as intestinal polyp. The doctor told dad to operate as soon as possible. Mom wants to borrow money again, but dad refuses to live or die. He said he borrowed all his relatives and friends, but who wants to borrow us again if he doesn't pay them back?
My neighbor told me that my mother finished the harvest in a primitive and tragic way, which made people cry. She doesn't have enough strength to pick wheat and thresh in the yard, and she doesn't have the money to hire someone to help. She cooked it, cut it into pieces, and then dragged it home on a flatbed. In the evening, she spread a plastic sheet in the yard, grabbed a handful of ears of wheat with both hands and knocked on a big stone ... She owned three acres of wheat by herself. She was too tired to stand up, so she cut on her knee, and her knee bled, leaving blood when she walked ... Before my neighbor finished, I ran home and cried, "Mom, mom, I can't watch it anymore ..."
My monthly living expenses are 60 to 80 yuan, which is pitifully low compared with other students' 200 to 240 yuan. But only I know that my mother will scrimp and save for this little money from the beginning of the month, selling eggs and vegetables for one yuan at a time, and borrowing 230 yuan if she can't earn it.
In order not to make me hungry, my mother walks more than ten miles every month to wholesale instant noodle dregs for me. At the end of every month, my mother always comes to Tianjin to see me with a bulging bag. In addition to instant noodle residue, there is also waste paper from a printing factory six miles away (for making calculation paper for me), a large bottle of soybean hot sauce, salted mustard shreds and haircut scissors.
I am the only student in Tianjin No.1 Middle School who can't afford to eat green vegetables in the canteen. I only bought two steamed buns and went back to the dormitory to soak instant noodles with sauerkraut. I am also the only student who can't afford to use manuscript paper, so I can only make drafts with waste paper printed on one side; I am also the only student who has never used soap. Always go to the canteen to order alkaline noodles when washing clothes. But I have never felt inferior. I think my mother is a hero who struggles with suffering and bad luck. It is my great honor to be her son!
When my mother came, I told her that I was worried that my English could not keep up. She replied: "Mom only knows that you are the hardest-working child, and she doesn't like to hear you say it is difficult, because it is not difficult for you to suffer." I remembered my mother's words. I have a stutter. Someone told me that to learn English well, you must first make your tongue listen to you, so I often pick up a stone and put it in my mouth, trying my best to recite English. The tongue is grinded by stones, and sometimes blood flows from the corners of the mouth. I always insist on gritting my teeth. Half a year passed, the pebbles became round, the tongue became smooth, and the English score entered the top three in the class.
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1997 65438+ 10, I finally won the first place in the national mathematical Olympics with full marks and entered the national training team. You have to pay for the competition in Argentina. After paying the registration fee, wrapping the necessary books and mother's soy sauce, the preparation work is over. The teacher looked at me and said, "Jin Peng, are these all your clothes?" I said, "Teacher, I am not afraid of losing face. My mother always told me that my mind is full of poems and books, and even if I wear them, I am not afraid to go to the United States to see Clinton. "
On July 27th, the Olympic Games officially began. We did the test questions for five and a half hours from 8: 30 in the morning to 2: 00 in the afternoon. The results were announced the next day, and the bronze medal was announced first. I don't want to hear my name Then announce the silver medal, and finally ... announce the gold medal, that's me I cried with joy and silently shouted, "Mom, your son succeeded."
On August 1 day, when we returned with honor, China Association for Science and Technology and chinese mathematical society held a grand welcoming ceremony for us. At this time, I want to go home, I want to see my mother as soon as possible, and I want to hang a splendid gold medal around her neck by myself ... At ten o'clock that night, I finally got home in the dark. It was my father who opened the door, but it was my kind mother who held me tightly in my arms. Under the starry sky, my mother hugged me so tightly ... I took out the gold medal and hung it around her neck, crying happily.
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On August 12, the auditorium of Tianjin No.1 Middle School was packed, and my mother, officials from the Education Bureau and math professors sat on the rostrum. On that day, I said, "I want to thank one person all my life, that is, my mother who raised me." She is an ordinary peasant woman, but what she taught me about being a man can inspire me all my life. "I don't know how many pairs of eyes are wet. I turned around and bowed deeply to my mother with gray temples ... If poverty is not the best university, the best university is my great mother!