Brief introduction of Hong Zhanhui's stories

Hong Zhanhui and his sister

On the campus of huaihua university, Hunan Province, every morning, a 23-year-old boy takes a teenage girl to Shimen Primary School by bicycle, and then takes her back to their residence-the stairwell under the boys' dormitory at night. This boy is Hong Zhanhui who was admitted to the Department of Economic Management of huaihua university from Xihua County in 23. The little girl and Hong Zhanhui are not related by blood, but the abandoned baby was picked up by her father who was suffering from intermittent mental illness. Because his mother ran away from home, this picked-up sister was brought up by him. When he was in high school in Hong Zhanhui, he always took his sister with him, took care of his younger sister while studying, and made a living by doing small business and odd jobs. Now he has taken care of her for 12 years. Hong Zhanhui, who has never worn cotton-padded clothes, put on wool trousers and watched a little girl do her homework. Hong Zhanhui actually didn't want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would be a big expense.

At noon on December 4th, the cold wind blew for several days, and an irresistible chill penetrated every pore of people like an awl.

In the stairwell of a dormitory building in huaihua university, Hunan Province, Hong Zhanhui, who had never worn a cotton coat, put on wool pants and watched a little girl do her homework. This is an ordinary Sunday, the coldest day since winter. Hong Zhanhui actually didn't want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would be a big expense. The little girl is Hong Zhanhui's sister, who was picked up 12 years ago. Twelve years is not a short time. The little girl has grown from a starving baby to a sensible pupil. Twelve years is not a long time. Hong Zhanhui takes care of this unrelated sister with a pure feeling of brother and sister.

Hongzhuang Village, dongxia town, Xihua County, Zhoukou City, Henan Province, is an ordinary small village on the eastern plain of Henan Province. A dirt road leads to a town 3 kilometers away, which is a remote place in Xihua County. The town is 3 kilometers away from the county seat, and is connected by a winding and bumpy country road.

Hong Zhanhui was born here in 1982. Before he was 12 years old, like many boys in rural areas, he had an innocent childhood. His father, mother, younger brother, younger sister and his family lived a hard but happy life. But one day, his life changed.

At noon at the end of August, 1994, my father, who had always been kind, came back from his aunt's house in Hong Zhanhui to help with his work. Suddenly he got angry for no reason. He glared, and no one could stop him from smashing everything in the house. Xiao Zhanhui and his younger brother had never seen their father like this. They stood outside the door in fear. The illiterate mother couldn't stop his father's move, and the monk's inexperienced sister squatted by the door and cried.

The most terrible scene appeared. My father suddenly grabbed my sister, and my mother cried and grabbed her daughter. She was kicked to the ground by her father, and then she held her sister high above her head and fell violently.

My sister died, and my father went crazy ... When I was a child at the age of 12, the sky in Hong Zhanhui collapsed on this ordinary day. Hong Zhanhui was crying over her broken mother. My brother was so stupid that he even forgot to cry.

The relatives and friends around came, and they helped send Zhan Hui's father and mother to the hospital. Taking care of the hospitalized father, mother and young brother, 12-year-old Hong Zhanhui began to shoulder the responsibility of being a housemaster on her tender shoulders. In three months, the hospital, school and home in Hong Zhanhui were three points and one line, regardless of day and night, rain or shine. After three months of hard work, Hong Zhanhui grew up, and the hard work will eventually pay off: when her mother left the hospital, her father's intermittent mental illness was controlled, but her family was also heavily in debt, but after all.

"Anyway, I won't send this little sister away ... if you don't keep her, I'll keep her!" Hong Zhanhui named her Hongwhile, nicknamed "Little One"

This year's December 23rd of the lunar calendar is a traditional off-year day in China.

Hong Zhanhui didn't see his father when he got up in the morning, and an ominous premonition suddenly hung over his head. He quickly told his mother. The Chinese New Year is coming. Is my father ill again? Did father go out to make trouble again? The mother was anxious, and the mother and son searched all over the village, but they never saw the shadow of their father. Near noon, under a tree about 1 miles away from the village, Hong Zhanhui found his father. At this time, his father was holding a package in his arms, which was a baby. Father untied the parcel and took care of it carefully. There is a fatherly love in my eyes, a long-lost love with kind light.

whose child is this? How did it get into my father's hands? The mother stepped forward carefully and took the child from her husband. This is a baby girl, whose cotton-padded coat sewn with thick thread is covered with patches. Perhaps because of hunger and cold, the child's mouth made a faint sound. There is a note on the child's close-fitting clothes, which reads: Unknown girl, born on August 18, 1994 in the lunar calendar. If anyone finds it, please accept it as an adopted daughter.

When it was getting dark, the family took the child home. Looking at the child who can't cry, the mother thought about waiting for the morning to see who would like to take it in and give it to who?

This family is too poor. In fact, my mother is very willing to take this girl in, but she doesn't even have the money to buy milk powder. This kind mother doesn't want to see another fate similar to her own daughter. My daughter once brought a lot of laughter to this family. It seems that the subsequent pain is like a scar, and no one wants to mention it again.

The same is true of mother. The girl in front of her hooked up the most painful pain in her heart, and she didn't seem to have the courage to hold the girl. The task of babysitting fell to Hong Zhanhui. As soon as he hugged the little girl, the little girl went straight into his arms, and he thought of his sister.

A poor family can't afford to feed a little girl. In the middle of the night, the mother asked him to send the child back. He reluctantly opened the door and walked with the child in the biting cold wind. A kind of pity was accompanied by a kind of pain. This is his dream sister. He couldn't bear to cry and turned back. He said to his mother, "Anyway, I won't send this little sister away ... If you don't raise her, I'll raise her!" " The child stayed, and Hong Zhanhui named her Hongqian, nicknamed "Little One".

Before they entered the house, they heard the cry of "Little One" ... Mother left, and father was a patient. Hong Zhanhui's heart seemed to twitch, and the arrival of Little One brought long-lost joy to the family. His father's guilt about his dead daughter made him pour all his fatherly love into the little one, and his father's condition was stable for some time.

After all, father is a patient, so it is impossible for him to take medicine for a long time for economic reasons. Once there is no medicine to maintain him, he will inevitably be manic. Apart from not hitting "Tiny", everything in the family has become an outlet for him, including dishes and chopsticks, including his wife, who has been waiting on him for a long time, and he throws at everything he sees. Poor mother is weak, and she often suffers from old injuries and adds new ones.

It's unfair that the burden of a family is all on an illiterate mother. What's more unfair is that she is often beaten by her father for no reason.

on August 2, 1995, after lunch, my mother kept busy steaming steamed buns, and she didn't stop until the steamed buns were enough for the whole family to eat for a week.

The next day, my mother disappeared. The family burden and my father's fist overwhelmed my mother, so she chose to escape.

"Mom, where have you been? Come back ... "The two brothers cried for a long time in the twilight. They don't want to lose their mother, a pillar of the family. Hong Zhanhui cried and looked for her mother in the surrounding villages with her younger brother. It was already late at night, and she didn't come home that day.

Before they entered the house looking for their mother, they heard the cry of "Little One" and looked at their starving sister, and the two brothers shed tears. My mother is gone, my father is a patient, and my sister, who is just one year old, Hong Zhanhui's heart seems to be twitching: "Mom, how can you leave us alone!" Life is so heartless, Hong Zhanhui's crying disappears in the night like paint and ink, and his mother disappears.

One-inch is obedient when he is full. The hard thing is that at night, every night, "One-inch" will cry.

Children from poor families take charge early, but who would have thought that a 13-year-old child would have to bear such pressure. It seems that overnight, Hong Zhanhui grew up and became a man of few words. Raising a younger sister who can't walk, serving his unstable father and taking care of his younger brother, he learned to be patient and take responsibility at the age of 13.

When he went to school, he left the little one to his aunt to look after him, and when he got home after school, he was busy preparing meals for the whole family. What's more difficult is the little one's eating problem. Every morning, the little one's incessant crying always makes Hong Zhanhui feel at a loss, so she has to hold her child in her arms and beg the nearby mothers. Begging for food every day is not the way. Later, Hong Zhanhui tried every means to raise money to buy some milk powder. Under the guidance of some experienced people, he learned to make milk powder for the little one. In order to keep the temperature of the milk moderate, when feeding, he considered that it was unsanitary for him to suck with his mouth, so he poured the adjusted milk on his arm first, and he didn't feed her until it felt neither cold nor hot.

The little one who is full is obedient. As long as Hong Zhanhui comes back to nurse twice before school and at noon, she won't cry. What's hard is that at night, perhaps because of being frightened, every night, "Little One" will cry. At this time, Hong Zhanhui could do nothing. He didn't know how to coax her. He just picked her up, slapped her, and walked around the house ...

Summer was better. In winter, one-inch cotton trousers got wet and there was no extra cotton-padded clothes to replace. Every night, Hong Zhanhui put the wet cotton trousers in his bed to dry, and at dawn, he changed them for one-inch again.

In 1995, Hong Zhanhui went to Tingxiang Middle School in Eastern Xia, Xihua County to attend junior high school. The school was two or three kilometers away from home. During his stay at school, where to put Tiny became a problem in his mind. If he left it at home, would his sick father hurt Tiny? So, Hong Zhanhui found another neighbor and asked him to help him take care of Tiny while he was at school. During his three years in junior high school, Hong Zhanhui walked between school and home in the morning, noon, afternoon and evening to take care of the little one in time.

Although life was hard, it was also dull, which lasted until the Spring Festival in 1996. Soon after that year, the little one often had diarrhea, several times a day. Looking at his sister who was getting thinner, Hong Zhanhui had to ask for leave from the teacher to take her sister to the hospital. The diagnosis came out, and the little one got severe enteritis. Since then, in more than 2 consecutive days, health centers have become the third point besides schools and families.

For several years, my mother hasn't heard from me, and my father's illness has been repeated.

In order to prevent accidents, every night, he puts the little one in his inner bed, and whenever there is any movement at night, he first touches the little one inside.

A few years' life has made Hong Zhanhui mature. Maturity means a hard experience. Hong Zhanhui's young life ring contains a special meaning: the unfairness of life makes Hong Zhanhui's young backbone strong and persistent and self-reliant story urgently needed! Who has a story about self-reliance and self-reliance? Hey, you should help me! A short story about self-confidence, self-improvement and self-reliance

Self-confidence can lead to self-improvement: Self-confidence can determine the goal of ideal life, and people with self-confidence have the power to decide the direction of their own life, plan their own future, master their own destiny and be their own masters. Self-reliance and then self-reliance: people should be self-reliant. As the saying goes, "a gentleman should be self-reliant when he is strong", and he also said that "a man should be self-reliant when he has no seeds". Only those who know how to work hard and make progress can stand on their own feet.

among the 1 most influential people in the past 1 years, which was recently named by American Life Weekly, Edison ranked first.

Edison was born in a humble background and lived in poverty. His "education" was only three months of primary school in his life. Because the teacher was always tongue-tied by his strange questions, he even said to his mother that he was a fool and would not have any future. Although Edison did not receive a good school education, he achieved great success with personal struggle and extraordinary intelligence, self-confidence, self-reliance and self-reliance. Self-taught, he stood up from thousands of failures with perseverance, rare enthusiasm and energy, overcame countless difficulties and became an American inventor and entrepreneur. He invented the automatic telegraph motor and phonograph; Experiment and improve the electric light (incandescent lamp) and telephone. In his life, there was a new invention every 15 days on average, so he was known as the "king of inventions".

Nothing is impossible to a willingheart.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

you must have the courage of self-confidence to have the courage to work. -Lu Xun

Take new days to strive for self-improvement, and persist in the world. -Kang Youwei's story of self-reliance and self-reliance. Short story, don't want Edison. Although five Zhang Haidi are accompanied by a wheelchair, they can't "walk thousands of miles" but they can "read the world". Without the guidance of a famous teacher, she learned three foreign languages with tenacious perseverance, which is not easy for ordinary people. However, Zhang Haidi did it with the spirit of self-reliance and self-improvement. Not only that, she has also made remarkable achievements in literary creation. In her works, we can clearly see her self-improvement and self-reliance character.

Tai Lihua is a beautiful girl who has lost her hearing and speaking ability. She used to be lively and lovely, but unfortunately, she lost her hearing because of a high fever when she was 2 years old, and she has been deaf since then. On her sixth birthday, her father gave her a pair of dancing shoes, and she was very happy. One day in May, 1961, Lei Feng went to Dandong on business. On the way to Fushun Railway Station at five o'clock in the morning, he saw an elder sister-in-law carrying a child and holding a six-or seven-year-old girl to catch the bus. It was raining day by day, and none of them wore raincoats. The little girl was covered in mud because she fell into the mud pit, and she cried as she walked. Seeing this situation, Lei Feng immediately thought: The aim of our army is to serve the people wholeheartedly, and the difficulties of the masses are my difficulties. Lei Feng hurried forward, took off his raincoat, put it on the eldest sister-in-law who was carrying the child, immediately picked up the little girl and went to the railway station together. Lei Feng bought tickets for her and got on the train together. In the car, Lei Feng saw the little girl, her clothes were not dry at all, and her hair was still dripping, making her tremble with cold. Lei Feng's own clothes were wet, so he quickly untied them.