#在头条看世界 #
Record those touching moments (Story 2 - The strongest seven-year-old boy Zhao Zilong)
"My mom is gone, my dad is in jail, my grandpa is dead."
"I also feel heartbroken when I see other people's mothers during the New Year and can buy them good food."
"When I got home, I wanted to cry too."
"Are you crying?"
"No, I'm holding back, I'm afraid Grandma's sadness"
It was this sentence that made me a big man cry
This is a report I saw today, why his mother left, why his father went to jail, the news did not report specifically, we should not speculate, after Grandpa left, he and Grandma were dependent on each other. At the age of seven, in the face of the interview, his answer was really heart-wrenching, and in a trance I felt that he was not a child, he was even tougher than many adults, he would take care of his grandmother's feelings, and I felt that he was already a real man, even if he was only 7 years old.
The reason why I was deeply touched was because when I was his age, I was also a left-behind child, of course, I was much happier than him.
So today, I want to talk about left-behind children.
I was born in the countryside, and our farmers there, like most farmers, face the loess with their backs to the sky. Every day when the sky is not bright, they go home when the sky is full of stars, and most families have a source of income from more than a dozen acres of rice and a few pear trees. Because the level of education is not high, and the ancestors have been farmers for generations, it seems that the parents' generation has naturally become farmers.
But the family worked hard all year, still with a meager income and no improvement in conditions, and then under the influence of their grandmother, they decided to go out to work, and I should have been about four years old at that time (I'm not sure if they went out when I was younger, because I only have memories after the age of three or four, and I remember that they were not around).
That's when I became a left-behind child.
It was also from that year that I spent less than ten days with my parents each year.
We had five or six families in that squad, and I was the youngest of all the kids and the only one whose parents weren't around.
Maybe it's because I'm the youngest, and the older kids don't like to play with me, and in order to fit in with them, I try my best to please them. For example, in summer fishing, they can't catch in the river, I take them to my pond to fish; for example, when the pears are ripe, I take them to my mountain to steal their own pears; playing a game of losing nails (a game in my hometown, throwing iron nails on the wall, whoever bounces far wins), I pry all the nails on the door panel of the house, relying on these, I can barely follow them, and I have to watch their faces carefully.
Even so, I was often teased by them, and I was deeply impressed twice: once, on the way home from kindergarten, the older children went to the gutter to catch a water snake and threw it in my bag, and since then I have been particularly afraid of such animals, and even when I see items like water pipes or hemp ropes, I will subconsciously feel hairy. Another time they tricked me into going up a small hill, and then they all ran, and I was left alone until dark, so scared that I climbed down on my own and almost rolled down the hill. When that happened, I was only five or six years old.
And because I was the youngest, I didn't even have a playmate in the two years they started school. When it is sunny, you can walk around by yourself, and when it rains, you can only sit on the bench in front of the house, hoping that they will finish school and hope that someone will pass by.
That is, in those two years, my grandmother died, my grandfather began to play cards every day, went out in the morning and came back at night, for convenience, he often fried a large bowl of sauerkraut for me to eat for several days, until the vegetables grew hairy before re-cooking new, if he did not come back from playing cards, I could only boil water to make rice.
Once Grandpa came back very late, there was no food at home, he didn't want to cook, even no matches, I wanted to try to see if I could cook rice, ask him for a dime, he didn't give, that night I drank a bowl of soup given by Taigong (Grandpa's father), and the next morning I woke up and almost fainted.
The parents of the other children in the village said that I was very well-behaved, very polite, and greeted them every time I saw them, and the grandparents, uncles and aunts kept calling, only I knew, not that I knew more, but that I knew that only if my mouth was sweet, they would have some snacks for me to eat.
It wasn't until I was in elementary school and followed my uncle that I started to get better, but those memories really stayed with me for a lifetime. There are many, many things, and I will not recall them all.
In those years, I gradually developed a flattering personality, sensitive, prone to inferiority, insecure, always used to meet the requirements of the people around me, and did not know how to refuse, because I was afraid that if they were unhappy, there would be no one to accompany me.
I used to rebel, but after getting bigger, I could slowly understand the difficulties of my parents, who also wanted to create a better life for me, so I had to become a left-behind child. After having your own children, you can better appreciate their hardships.
For left-behind children, those experiences can easily leave a shadow on the child's psychology, and even lead to certain personality defects, and the lack of security in those years will accompany them for a lifetime.
I also call on everyone to give some care to left-behind children like Zhao Zilong as much as possible, and do some things within their power so that they can grow up physically and mentally!
If possible, please accompany your child as much as possible, because there is some love, there is really no substitute!