At that time, I was a kid who was about to give up school. On a cold winter day, I met her, a Tibetan female soldier. Her appearance completely changed my life.
That day, I wandered aimlessly down the street, and the sound of my parents' quarrels echoed in my ears. They were arguing for my future, for my seemingly hopeless results. Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded in my ears: "Child, are you lost?" ”
When I looked up, I saw a Tibetan female soldier in a green uniform and a red five-star military cap smiling at me. Her eyes were full of concern, and I felt the warmth I hadn't felt for a long time.
"I ...... I'm fine, just just walking around. I replied hesitantly.
"Then let's go for a walk together." She reached out and grabbed me.
As we walked down the streets, she told me that her name was Dolma and that she had come to our small city on a mission. She also told me that when she was a child, she lived in a small remote Tibetan mountain village and later joined the army and walked out of the mountains.
"You know, I used to be a bad student, and people said I was unproductive. However, I don't want to throw in the towel, I want to prove to them that I can do it! Dolma's eyes gleamed with determination.
Hearing this, a warm current welled up in my heart. yes, why should I give up on myself? I also want to be like Sister Dolma, bravely face difficulties and prove it to everyone!
Since then, Sister Dolma has become a role model for me. I started to study hard and my grades gradually improved. However, the good times did not last long, and the father suddenly fell ill, and the family lost its financial resources. I had to face the dilemma of giving up my studies again.
Hearing the news, Sister Dolma immediately came to my house and encouraged me: "You must persevere!" I'll figure out how to do it. ”
With her help, I was able to complete my studies without any problems. And she retired early because she was injured during a mission.
Years later, I became an excellent engineer and returned to my hometown with the blessings of Sister Dolma. And she silently returned to that remote Tibetan mountain village.
I decided to go to her and thank her for helping me. In that beautiful Tibetan mountain village, I met Sister Dolma again. She was no longer young, but her eyes were still steadfast.
"Sister, thank you! Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. I held her hand tightly and burst into tears.
Sister Zhuoma smiled and patted me on the shoulder: "Silly boy, my sister just did what she had to do." You have to remember that being brave in the face of difficulties and never giving up is the spirit of our Tibetans. ”
At that moment, I understood that there is one person in my life who will always be respected and grateful, and she is my sister Dolma. And what she taught me will be the treasure of my life.
Time flies. In the days that followed, I remembered Sister Dolma's teachings and worked hard to improve myself. In that small Tibetan mountain village, Sister Zhuoma always cared about my growth and often wrote letters of encouragement to me.
One day, I received a letter from Sister Dolma. In the letter, she said that she wanted to set up a primary school in the village so that more Tibetan children could have the opportunity to receive education and get out of the mountains. However, funding and faculty became the biggest problem she faced.
I didn't hesitate to decide to support Sister Dolma's cause. After some preparations, I asked the company for a long vacation, and with the funds and materials raised, I came to the familiar Tibetan mountain village again.
Sister Dolma was very surprised to see me coming. She led me to a clearing, pointed to it and said, "This is the elementary school of our dreams." ”
Together, we began the difficult task of building the school. In this process, we encountered many difficulties, but every time, it was Sister Zhuoma's firm belief that infected me, making me firmly believe that as long as we work hard, our dreams will eventually come true.
After unremitting efforts, the primary school was finally completed. Watching the children happily running around the schoolyard, Sister Dolma and I looked at each other and smiled.
One day, I was teaching children in the classroom when suddenly, a familiar figure appeared outside the window. It was Sister Zhuoma, who led a group of Tibetan villagers with a pennant in her hand that read: "Thank you for caring people for helping Tibetan education." ”
At that moment, I understood that everything I did was worth it. Sister Dolma walked up to me and said affectionately, "Thank you, my brother. It's you who make the future of these children even better. ”
I smiled and replied, "No, sister, it was you who gave me the strength to understand what responsibility and responsibility are. ”
In the days that followed, I worked with Sister Dolma to improve the educational conditions in Tibetan villages. We organized more volunteers and brought more resources to bring this remote Tibetan mountain village to life.
And in the process, I also found the true meaning of my life. That is, to help others with your heart, to let love be passed on, and to let hope grow.
Today, I can't live without this land and the children here. Sister Dolma and I continue to write our own stories hand in hand on this land. And in the story, there are laughter, tears, dreams, and hopes.
The days passed slowly with the sound of the children reading, and my sister Dolma's primary school and I gradually took root in the village. Not only do we teach the basics, but we also offer special classes such as Tibetan language, Tibetan dance and handicrafts so that these traditional skills can be passed on.
Early one morning, I was awakened by a sharp knock on the door. Opening the door, a Tibetan aunt anxiously told me that an elderly man in the village had suddenly fallen ill and needed urgent treatment. I immediately packed my first aid kit and followed my aunt to the old man's home.
Sister Dolma was already there, and she calmly gave first aid to the old man. I watched her skillful movements, and a surge of admiration welled up in my heart. Under the guidance of Sister Dolma, I worked with her to stabilize the old man and wait for the ambulance to arrive.
"Sister, you are so powerful, you have such a wealth of first aid knowledge." I am truly amazed.
Sister Zhuoma smiled and said, "I learned these things in the army, and I am very happy to be able to use them in practice." ”
This incident made me realize that in this remote mountain village, medical resources are just as important. After discussing with Sister Dolma, we decided to set up a medical aid station to provide basic medical care to the villagers.
Raising funds, procuring equipment, recruiting volunteers, everything is going on intensely and in an orderly manner. In the process, we encountered a lot of difficulties, but we also gained a lot of touches. When the medical aid station was finally completed, the whole village came, their faces filled with gratitude and joy.
Sister Zhuoma stood at the door of the aid station and said to the villagers: "This aid station belongs to everyone, and we must work together to make it bring more hope to the village." ”
As time passed, my sister and I became more and more integrated with this small mountain village. When night fell, we would sit on the playground of the elementary school, looking at the stars and chatting about each other's dreams.
One day, Sister Dolma suddenly said to me, "Brother, do you know? I have always had a dream to take the children in my village to see the outside world and let them know how big the world is. ”
I looked at the glint in her eyes and felt a pang of emotion in my heart. I know that this is a wish in Sister Dolma's heart, a wish that she has never spoken.
"Sister, let's work together to make this dream come true." I held her hand tightly and made a promise.
So, we started planning how to give these children the opportunity to get out of the mountains and broaden their horizons. After many efforts, we finally got the support of a non-profit organization who is willing to help us realize this dream.
On that sunny day, we took the kids on a journey to the city. Watching them talk excitedly on the train, watching them curiously observe the outside world, Sister Dolma and I looked at each other and smiled, our hearts filled with satisfaction.
This story has no thrilling plot, no ups and downs of dramatic conflicts, but it is full of temperature and hope. Here, Sister Dolma and I, as well as the people of this land, write our own chapters together, ordinary and real.
Sister Dolma and I led the children to visit and study in all corners of the city, and they saw high-rise buildings for the first time, and experienced the prosperity and convenience of the city for the first time. In this process, the children's curiosity and desire for knowledge have been greatly satisfied, and their yearning for the outside world has become stronger.
However, while the children were laughing and laughing, I also felt an invisible pressure. I realized that in order to really help these children, it is not enough to just take a short period of study tours. What they need is continuous education and guidance, and what they need is a force that can support them to get out of the mountains and change their destiny.
So, Sister Dolma and I decided to build a junior high school in the village so that these children could continue to receive a higher level of education. We started running around, raising money, looking for the right teachers. In the process, we encountered many difficulties, but each time, we were able to find firm faith in each other's eyes.
After a period of hard work, the junior high school was finally built. Watching the children walk into the brand-new classroom with their school bags on their backs, Sister Dolma and I looked at each other and smiled, full of relief.
In the days that followed, Sister Dolma and I became even busier. Not only do we have to manage the day-to-day affairs of the elementary and junior high schools, but we also have to raise more educational resources for the children. Although it was hard work, every time we saw the bright smiles of the children and heard their reading voices, we felt that everything was worth it.
However, at this time, Sister Dolma's physical condition began to have problems. She often felt tired and sometimes fainted. I took her to the hospital for a check-up, and it turned out that her body was overwhelmed. The doctor advised her to take a break from work and get some rest.
Sister Zhuoma shook her head and said firmly: "I can't leave at this time, the children still need me." ”
I looked at her pale face with mixed feelings. I know that she has been suffering silently for the sake of this village and for these children. I held her hand tightly and told her, "Sister, don't worry, I will take care of everything." ”
During that time, I had to take care of Sister Dolma and manage the school and medical aid station. It was hard, but I never gave up. I know that this is my promise to Sister Dolma, and it is also my responsibility to this village.
After a period of hard work, Sister Dolma's health gradually improved. And our junior high school has also achieved remarkable results, and more and more children are going out into the wider world from here.
One day, Sister Dolma and I were sitting at the school gate, watching the children come home from school. She smiled and said, "Brother, you see, our efforts have not been in vain. ”
I looked at her with gratitude. I know that it is her persistence and dedication that gives these children the opportunity to change their fate. I held her hand tightly and told her, "Sister, it was you who made me understand what real responsibility and responsibility are. ”
In this way, Sister Dolma and I continue to write our own stories hand in hand on this land. This story has no thrilling plot, no ups and downs of dramatic conflicts, but it is full of temperature and hope. Here, we and the people of this land work together to create a better future.