There is a little girl. I’d like to call her Red for not only she always wears in red but also she has a distinct characteristic. She was born in a middle-sized city where there are a lot of wealthy people. At her young age, her parents told her that her family was poor, much poorer than her peers’. They could not afford to buy her toys, even a small little one, for they couldn’t afford extra cost on anything else. She was very, very sad at first. But later she got used to the childhood without toys. That doesn’t matter, she told to herself.
At the age of 12, she was fond of reading fantastic novels. But her family could not afford to buy different kinds of books as well. She was totally sad this time. She was envy when she saw her peers bring nice books to the class. She didn’t care about that her parents could not buy her a lot of delicious food; she didn’t care about that her parents could not buy her many nice new dresses. But she did care that she had no access to the books. Her mother noticed her sadness. At her 13 years birthday, she brought what she wanted for long: a card, a library card. The little girl cherished it very much. She knew she had owned the world since that day.
Because of her good academic performance, she was admitted by a famous senior school in her city. Her world had totally changed. Most of her new friends were wealthy. They had been to many different countries. They knew much more than she did. They could tell different stories taken place on their trip. They had a much more broaden horizon. Some of them even lived in villa while she and her poor parents lived in one single room. She felt herself inferior. She started to care about what others thought about her. She didn’t dare to tell others her family condition. She didn’t have a father who was a professor. She didn’t have a mother who was a civil servant. She felt herself of so little importance. She couldn’t even to catch up with others in study.
So she studied harder. She spent all her time studying, thinking and asking. After three years’ chasing, she was as excellent as her other friends. She didn’t look down on herself any more. Life should continue, isn’t it?
Now ,she is still strive for her life which is a little tough. But she is tougher, isn’t she?
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It is a mving story about how a girl made achievements despite her disadvanteges. I think it is common that some children from less wealthy families usually do well in their lives. Compared to their rich peers, they know the hardness of life from their childhood. They know more about counting the blessings, and they have a stronger desire to make a difference to their lives. Moreover, because of the environment they grew up, they gradually learned not to complain and were used to work hard silently. Still water runs deep. Maybe they are not noticable in the daily life, but when it is the time, they will begin to shine brightly. I have many friends like this. Now, they are in top universities across the world. They are just the same as the girl in the blog. They are tougher than the harsh environment, and when they recalled their previous experiences, they would laugh and tease themselves, saying that, that was the most valuable memories in their whole lives. I think it is partly the truth, isn't it?
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ReplyDeleteYour story illustrates that in life,adverse conditions more often than not bring out the best in people. Later when the girl left for greener pastures,she began to have an inferiority complex. This simply shows that living in a more privileged society does not mean a better life. Human nature has it that we are never satisfied with what we have. When we start to compare with others,that`s where complexes start to develop. However the girl in your story managed to overcome all this and persevered. Through all this,her character has been moulded. Yes, in life it is really the difficult times that shape our character
ReplyDeleteI like the story, thanks for sharing, Ran Bo. It reminds me of my childhood, when I lived in a one-room flat together with my parents and younger sister. Life was pretty tough then.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed she is tougher. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Facing difficulties, she chose to smile rather than to succumb to fate. I am moved by her up-looking attitude. I am wondering whether it is a true story. If so, I hope that she could realize her dream and have a good and bright future.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I want to share my opinion about that valuable birthday gift----a library card. On our paths of life, obstacles are inevitable. However, when we meet setbacks, we could always get flowers along the paths as long as we can notice that. Most of the time, the flowers are too small and too common to draw your attention. But it doesn't mean that they are worthless. Just like that library card, even though it is common, it opens a window for a girl who longs for knowledge and helps her improve.