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My name is Zhang Baodi, and I come from Jishou University in Hunan Province. I am a student of Grade 03 in Music and Dance Academy. 1983 I was born in a poor peasant family in Jinan, Shandong. Looking back on my childhood home, I only have one feeling-poverty. There are eight people in our family. Grandma is in her nineties. Grandparents are weak and sick, and the burden of supporting their families is on their parents' shoulders. Forced to make a living, when there is no full moon, parents throw stones up the mountain and struggle to support the whole family. This walk is seven years. Because my little uncle, who was two years older than me, died unfortunately, I grew up on grandma's milk. When I met my parents again seven years later, I saw a disabled father-one of his eyes was blinded by a stone for this family. The successive birth of a younger sister and a younger brother made the originally poor family worse. In order to reduce the burden on my parents, when I was nine years old, I began to do all the housework at home: washing clothes, cooking, taking care of children and feeding pigs ... I should have had a happy childhood, and I could only pick elm leaves on the mountain every day and steam steamed buns at home; Dragging a broken sack to pick up scrap iron to sell; Holding a sickle to mow the grass for animals; Struggling to swing a hammer as high as mine to hit a stone; At the age of thirteen, I learned to drive a tractor and helped my parents send stones to the construction site. I remember when I was in primary school, in order to save a meal for my family, I didn't go home for dinner at noon, but went to the vermicelli factory near the school to pick up the broken vermicelli that the workers fell to the ground and soak it in boiling water to satisfy my hunger ... This is my childhood in memory.
The poor life and hard growing process have sharpened my self-reliance and indomitable character, and also strengthened my determination to challenge poverty and aspire to success! I clearly realize that only studying hard is my only way out.
However, life faces challenges everywhere. On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, I unfortunately fell from the upstairs, fractured my left occipital bone, injured the third cartilage of my spine, and almost paralyzed my lower body-which made me miss high school. In those days when I was lying in the hospital bed, it was my grandmother who waited by my bed day and night. The biting pain came to me, but when I saw my grandmother with gray temples, I would rather bite my lips and tear my pillow towel than shout in pain. I know my grandmother will feel more distressed. I clearly remember that the first person who helped me out of a pool of blood was my grandmother. Her tears fell on my face and urged me to wake up. I can't swallow food because my throat is too congested. It was my grandmother who fed me the chewed food like a child. It was my grandmother who helped me learn to walk again and taught me to face the ups and downs of life bravely ... The physical and psychological trauma caused by the sudden disaster almost completely collapsed me. I don't even want to avoid the roaring train. It was grandma, my closest and favorite grandma, who called me back from the brink of death with a heartbreaking cry. When I stood up again, I realized for the first time how powerful faith is and how amazing people's willpower is!
When I stand up again, I am more energetic, work harder and seize all the time to study. God once again took care of me who was unfortunate but never gave up. 1June, 1999, I was admitted to the Music Team of Xing Jun Institute of Education of Jinan Army College with my literary expertise, and became a handsome female soldier. In the days of struggle, I told myself, don't give up, persist, persist, and persist! A year later, I became the captain of the district. For the first time, I took 86 officers and men, 69 of whom were male soldiers. Later, I was promoted to captain, with a tank company and 274 officers and men, all male soldiers. In front of male soldiers, I proved the self-improvement of female soldiers.
With the vision and dream of art as a teenager, in the spring of 2002, I left the military camp and went home to prepare for the exam to realize my college dream! That year, my sister was in senior three and my brother was in junior high school. The heavy pressure made my father turn down my exam request in tears. Under my repeated entreaties, my father reluctantly signed an "examination agreement" with me in the form of a contract:
Conditions 1: Before going to college, sell bean sprouts to earn professional course tuition.
Condition 2: After graduation, bear all the expenses for my brother to go to college and get married.
Black and white, red handprint, I am destined to have only one chance. It is also with this examination agreement that I have the possibility to enter the university.
However, it is not easy to meet these two conditions! The winter in the north is very cold, and the temperature drops to MINUS ten degrees, but I have to get up at least twice every night to water the bean sprouts and control the temperature of the bean sprouts room. At three o'clock in the morning, I want to get up and wash bean sprouts. Then, I rode my motorcycle and tricycle across the mountains to the market to sell. It's raining, and I'm struggling in a muddy puddle; It's hail. Hail the size of a glass ball hit me. At this time, I have forgotten the pain. My only worry is not to break my bean sprouts. This is my hope of going to college! The most annoying thing is that the car often breaks down on the road, so I can't push it or pull it away. I was soaked like a drowned rat, trying to repair my car in a muddy puddle, and rain and tears kept dripping from my face ... It was also in this case that I learned to repair my motorcycle. Unexpectedly, I worked hard to send bean sprouts to a builder for a year, and they ran away without paying! I chased Jining city for three days and two nights by myself, and finally got back 7800 yuan. Every bill is covered with my tears and sweat. Every time I come to the professional teacher with a handful of change in my hand, my heart is full of bitterness, but I can only hold back my tears.
After hard work, I finally look forward to the professional certificate, but it is less than 2 months before the college entrance examination. When I wanted to go to school to review the systematic cultural knowledge, all the schools in the county refused me because I didn't go to high school, for fear of affecting the enrollment rate. When I was in a hurry, a former soldier principal in Zhangqiu City gave me a helping hand. It was the friendship of war that gave me great help. I am grateful beyond words. At that time, I always told myself that if I want to change everything, I must be admitted this year!
From then on, I put down the scale, picked up a pen and started 46 days of high school cultural knowledge learning. During these 46 days and nights, I stayed in the classroom during the day, ate two steamed buns when I was hungry, and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water when I was thirsty: at night, the dormitory was closed, and only the toilet was powered on all night, so the toilet lamp became my "desk lamp" for studying, and my knees became my "desk" for studying. The middle is bittersweet. When I received the admission notice from Jishou University, I cried with excitement. In addition to happiness and excitement, there are bitterness and bitterness in tears that only I know.
I understand how hard-won this college life is, and I understand the hardships of earning every penny of tuition, so I try to do my best in everything. I never went to high school. The starting point of culture and specialty is lower than others, and the gap is bigger than others. I have to rely on the efforts and diligence of others to make up for it. Every day, I am always the first to run to the piano room to practice; The first one ran to the classroom and sat in the front row nearest to the teacher. Freshman and sophomore, I haven't even taken a nap. In the evening 1 1 After turning off the lights, I lit candles and studied for another two hours before going to bed. Every time I go to the classroom and canteen, I run all the way. I stayed in the library all day at the weekend, and I hurried back to the dormitory when the library closed at night.
Pay always pays off! During my college years, I won the first-class scholarship for six times in a row, was rated as "excellent student cadre" for four times and "excellent league cadre" for three times; He was rated as "excellent instructor in military training" by the military sub-division for three times and served as the president of the student union for two consecutive years. In 2004, I was named "Outstanding Poor College Student in Hunan Province" and joined the China Producer Party with honor; In 2005, he won the "First-class Scholarship for College Students in Hunan Province"; In 2006, he won more than 30 awards, such as "Three Good Students Model in Hunan Province".
I don't feel lonely in the most bitter and difficult times, because behind me, there are always many kind people who support me and encourage me. The Hunan Provincial Department of Education and all walks of life gave me free funding, Jishou University gave me meticulous care, the Music and Dance Academy gave me a stage to grow up, and the teachers and classmates around me gave me selfless love. All this moved me, and I will continue to pass on this love.
During my two years as president of the Student Union, I took the work of the Student Union as my responsibility, and tried my best to serve my classmates, especially the poor students, to help them overcome psychological pressure, get out of poverty and aspire to success. I participated in the formation of the poor students' art troupe, and organized more than 30 performances in the past three years. All the performance income was used for the poor students in our school. For three years in a row, the school initiated the activities of donating money and materials to poor mountainous areas, and gave free teaching performances in the west to send love and warmth to children.
I thank the army for training me. Although I have left the barracks, I have never forgotten the duties of a soldier. After I came to Jishou, the military training of the students here made me put on my military uniform again. From 2004 to 2006. For three consecutive years, he was hired as a student military training instructor by Jishou Military Division and Jishou People's Armed Forces Department. For more than three years, I have served as a battalion commander, undertaking military training for students from Jishou University and middle schools and colleges in Jishou City, teaching them to line up and shoot with live ammunition, teaching them internal regulations and teaching them national defense knowledge. ...
Military training life is very hard. As an instructor, I work from morning till night 19 hours, with only 30 yuan. At that time, someone asked me to be a music tutor, 50 yuan per hour. What a temptation it is for me who was born in poverty! But I finally chose to take students for military training, because I know that although I am poor, I can't take money seriously. The important thing is to realize the true meaning of my life value "serving others and contributing to society"! It takes nearly two months to complete the military training tasks in all schools every year. After all, I am a woman. Sometimes I can't stand it. When you are sick, you quietly run to the hospital to prescribe some medicine, get an injection and go back to the training ground. In three years, I have never taken a day off. I lost my voice when I shouted the password, so I bought a small whistle and used it instead of the password. I study vocal music, and sound is the basis of learning vocal music. Because my voice is often hoarse and congested, my vocal cords are seriously damaged, which is undoubtedly a fatal blow to my vocal learning. I cried when I knew my vocal cords, but I didn't have any regrets. In 2005, despite the doctor's repeated exhortations, I undertook the military training task again. By the time of military training, my voice was so dumb that I could not speak. I made it by gesture. I will never forget that scene in my life. In order to make a good step forward, the students refused to leave the training ground with blood bubbles on their feet. I will never forget that the neat pace and loud slogans of the team I trained brought me great comfort when they passed the rostrum. I can't forget that nearly 300 students in the whole company expressed "Zhang Lianchang, we love you forever!" The kind of shock that brought me inside; I can't forget the last military salute that my classmates gave me with tears at the end of military training. All this gives me no reason to regret.
Suffering and frustration are the wealth of life. After experiencing the ups and downs of life, I will definitely cherish it! Will be stronger!
When you have a goal, a belief and no retreat, how much pressure and motivation you will have, and your potential will be fully exerted. As long as you have a strong heart, never give up and never give up, you can write a magnificent chapter for your life!
Thank you!