Is it a real experience to see countless people crying in "Selling Rice"?

"At dawn, my mother woke me up:' Qiong Bao, today is the market. Let's take some rice to the market, so that we can get some money to buy medicine for your father. "

According to the official account of WeChat WeChat "Half Monthly Talk" in June 1 news, this is the beginning of the composition "Selling Rice". Recently, countless people reprinted this article and were deeply moved by it. Author "Hua Fei", whose real name is Zhang Peixiang, 1979 was born in Liling, Hunan, and 1997 was admitted to Peking University. He wrote this article while studying. In 2003, she was a graduate student in Peking University and died of leukemia.

On May 3 1 day, I came to Hua Fei's hometown to interview her relatives and teachers, look for the trace of Hua Fei and pursue the story behind selling rice.

"Sister said that you want to drop out of school, so let her stop."

"I'm going my sister's way in many ways. Of course, I am a' cottage version', not as good as my sister. " Zhang Yi, 34, is Zhang Peixiang's younger brother and sells rice in Ipoh. He used to be the headmaster of a rural primary school, and now he is a public official in Liling. His greatest hobby is writing poetry, especially classical poetry.

Is selling rice a real experience?

Zhang Yi: Eighty or ninety percent of the articles are real experiences. It happened between 1993 and 1995. That year, my father was ill and needed to be sent to hospital for treatment, but at that time, his family was poor and had no money. The only way is to send their crops to the market for sale.

At that time, when I was in primary school, I told my sister that I would take a year off school and use the money I saved to treat my father. My sister said that she had better stop going to school because she spent more money in her first year in the city. I said, that won't do. My sister's grades are better. "You may be more promising. Stop me if you want to stop. "

When did you know that your sister was ill?

Zhang Yi: Before the college entrance examination, our whole family didn't know. 2003 happened to be the year of my college entrance examination. My sister was afraid that it would affect my college entrance examination, so she kept her illness from me. I didn't know about it until my father picked me up after the college entrance examination. We bought three tickets to Beijing.

Her parents accompanied her on the last journey. I stayed with my sister for a while, and then I came back to fill out my college volunteer and report for duty. I still remember that before I came back, I had an agreement with my sister. After I enrolled in college, she would have a bone marrow transplant. At that time, my sister sent me out to encourage each other, but I didn't expect it to be farewell.

What kind of influence does elder sister have on you?

Zhang Yi: My sister's hard work, kindness, simplicity and filial piety have influenced me.

She likes literary creation, and I studied Chinese in college. Over the years, I have been writing articles and poems to commemorate my sister every year. Angel's Smile was written to my sister in my freshman year. There is also a seven-key "Night Rain in Spring City". By April last year, I had written 305 poems, and I joked that I had done "300 poems".

How are your parents now? Do you usually mention your sister at home?

Zhang Yi: My parents are in good health. Generally, we don't talk much about this topic, but we will always miss it in our hearts. Sometimes when I dream back at midnight, I will think of what my sister brought me when I was a child.

According to my sister's wishes, half of the ashes will stay in Beijing and half will go back to their hometown. We go to see her in Tomb-Sweeping Day every year. Father built a memorial pavilion for her.

It was he who "intercepted" the examination room and changed the fate of "Hua Fei"

"When I was admitted to Peking University, it was the big news of the whole school. Speaking of it, Mr. Luo, the old principal, contributed a lot, because my family was not good, and my parents wanted me to take the secondary school exam. It was President Luo who took the lead in intercepting me in the examination room and promised to be free of tuition and fees for three years before I went to high school. " Zhang Peixiang wrote in an article celebrating the 60th anniversary of Liling No.4 Middle School.

In Liling, the reporter met Luo Dingzhong, the 80-year-old headmaster of Liling No.4 Middle School.

Zhang Peixiang is very grateful to you. Remember the situation of "intercepting" the examination room?

Luo: She transferred from a middle school in the countryside to Liling No.4 Middle School 1993 to study the second half of Grade Two. This child is really a talent. 1994 She is already in the examination room of the middle school. I asked the teacher to call Zhang Peixiang out of the examination room of the technical secondary school. While crying, Zhang Peixiang said to her father, "I still listen to President Luo. I want to take high school, but I don't take secondary school. "

She took the first Chinese exam with tears in her eyes, which was the worst one she got. The full score was 120, and she got 1 10. The total score of the senior high school entrance examination was 740, and she got 727.

Why would I do that? Teachers should be kind to students and hope that students will become talents. It's that simple. If you don't love your students, you don't deserve to be a teacher.

"I will tell her story to every student."

Tang is 54 years old and has been teaching for 3 1 year. He was Zhang Peixiang's head teacher and math teacher during the first and second years of senior high school in Liling No.4 Middle School.

What impressed you the most when Zhang Peixiang was studying?

Don: She has a good memory. She likes reading novels, classical works and world famous works. A very thick book can be read in two or three days. It's really "one eye and ten lines, never forgets anything." But she never watches or listens attentively in class. Her greatest strength is concentration, and she believes that one thing must be done well.

Her grades are particularly good, with 29 subjects in Grade One and Grade Two. Her total score is higher than the second place 100 points. The Chinese teacher said that every composition she wrote could be read as a model essay. She was the first one admitted to Peking University in our school, and she was the top liberal arts student in Zhuzhou.

Reporter: Did she contact you after graduating from high school?

Don: I often keep in touch. I will send cards and postcards on holidays and come home to see me during the New Year. After the Spring Festival in 2003, she ate at my house before going back to school, and then I sent her to the railway station. At that time, I felt her face was rather pale. Later, he was diagnosed with leukemia and died that year. Taking her to the railway station was the last time we met.

I was very surprised and sad to hear the news of her death. She did a lot of things in college, which is already great. I will tell her story to every student.

How to make children go through hardships and grow up?

In Liling No.4 Middle School where Hua Fei is studying, students are nervously preparing for the college entrance examination. Zeng Xiangping is 50 years old and is currently the principal of Liling No.4 Middle School.

Have you ever read selling rice?

Zeng Xiangping: I recently reread this article in my circle of friends. It has no flowery rhetoric and simple words; Although the age difference between Zhang Peixiang and me is 10 years old, I also come from a very poor family in the countryside, so I feel the same way.

Are there any poor children like Zhang Peixiang in school now?

Zeng Xiangping: 1 * * There are 2,947 students in the school, and students from poor households who have set up a card 179. At present, the state has made great efforts to help the poor. They are not only exempt from tuition and fees, but also have the living expenses of 1500 yuan every semester, which can still solve most of the living expenses at school. The school teacher contacted these children face to face, and I also contacted two of them face to face to visit their homes.

Social caring people also help poor students who have not set up a file card. Liling municipal government departments have also launched the "Golden Autumn Student Aid" activity, and the school has exempted their tuition and miscellaneous fees as much as possible.

The hard experience of selling rice tempered children like Zhang Peixiang. Now that rural conditions are getting better and better, how can children grow up through hardships?

Zeng Xiangping: It is true that today's children are more difficult to experience hardships than in the past, but there are still some ways. We planned a class meeting to "bask in my mom and dad", and let the children share the scenes and clips of their parents' work. Only in this way can we inspire their gratitude and guide them to cherish their hard-won study and life.

Original works:

At dawn, my mother woke me up:

"Joan treasure, today's venue is here. Let's take some rice and sell it on the ground so that we can earn some money to buy medicine for your father. "

I opened my eyes in a daze and looked out of the window. The sun has not come out yet.

I was so sleepy that I lay in bed for a while.

Dad's cough came from next door, and mom was busy in the kitchen. The smell of the food mixed with the faint lampblack floated over and slowly dispelled my drowsiness.

I sat up, got dressed and began to make the bed.

"Elder sister, I also go with you to catch the scene, ok? You buy me a popsicle! "

My brother came to my room with his hair in a mess.

"Ipoh, you can't go. You stay at home and let the water go."

Father's voice came from next door, mixed with a few coughs.

Brother some reluctantly rushed next door to say:

"Dad, it's so hot, you only had a hot summer yesterday, and today you asked me to go, not afraid of my heatstroke!"

"People are afraid of heat, but crops are not afraid?"

"No water, the land is dry, the seedlings are dead, and the family drinks the northwest wind?"

When my father was angry, he coughed worse.

My brother spat out his tongue at me, made a face and went to my father's room.

I only heard my father start telling him how to drain water, which pond to draw water from, which hilly land to put first, and pay special attention to where others should intercept water, and so on.

After dinner, my brother found his father's usual hoe and went out.

My mother and I began to fill the cereal basket with rice, and then weighed it first. There were more than 80 kilograms and more than 60 kilograms.

I said, "Mom, I pick the heavy ones."

"You are a senior, your shoulders are tender, or I will come."

Mother said, bending down and shouldering the heavy burden.

I picked up the light one and followed my mother out of the door.

"Be careful on the road! Our rice is good, don't sell it cheaply! " Father stood at the door with his clothes on.

"I see. Go back to bed and lie down. "

Mother turned her head from the shoulder pole with difficulty and ordered, "The dishes are in the pot. Call Ipoh to heat it up at noon! "

It's about four miles from my home. My mother and I walked for an hour, picked the rice and stopped on a narrow field road.

There were already many people on the field, so we quickly found a clearing, put down the burden and put the pole on the ground. Two people are sitting on a pole, fanning the wind with straw hats.

It's so hot in the morning that it's even hotter at noon. I cannot help worrying about my brother.

He went to drain the water so that he could stay out in the sun all day.

I looked around and found many people selling rice in the fields. Are they all waiting for money?

Most people on the court are familiar with it. They are all nearby villagers and farmers. Who will buy rice?

I asked my mother, and she said, "There will be a special rice vendor to collect rice. They can make a lot of money by driving to the countryside to go to the market and collecting rice for sale in the city. "

I said, "Why should I earn everything for them? Let's sell it in the city! " Actually, I know it was just angry words.

Sure enough, my mother said, "We don't have a car, so we can really sell it in the city, and the money we earn is not enough for the trip!" " Earlier, when your father was in good health, it was more cost-effective to pick 100 Jin of rice every few days and sell it in the city. "

I can't help feeling sorry for my father.

It is more than thirty miles from home to the city. How hard it is for him to walk with such a heavy burden on his back! It's not worth it to make people so tired just to earn more money!

But what can we do? There is no other income at home except farming. If we don't sell rice, what money can we get for my brother and me to go to school?

I feel sad when I think about this.

Look at the mother next to her, her hair is a little gray, her dark face is covered with many wrinkles, her forehead is covered with sweat, and her eyes are a little red and swollen.

"Mom, you drink some water."

I handed the kettle and fanned her with a straw hat.

The rice dealers finally arrived in their cars.

They looked around at the rice sellers, went over and carefully looked at the color of the rice, reached into the rice and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it carefully.

"One and a half dollars."

The rice supplier made an offer.

The rice seller seems to be too low and wants to bargain.

"Don't bargain, bite the price, love to sell or not!"

The attitude of rice merchants is very tough. After all, the whole market sells rice, and only they are buyers. If they don't take the opportunity to reduce the price, when will they wait?

Mother noticed the situation over there and said, "One yuan and five cents? It's too cheap. I also sell it for a dollar. "

Just then, a rice vendor came up to us.

He reached into the rice, grabbed it and looked at it carefully in the sun.

"That's a good plan! White, even and clean, with no sand at all! " Mother smiled in a proud tone.

Indeed, my rice sells better than anyone else in the market.

The man nodded and said, "Rice is good rice, but the price in the city has dropped these days, and even the best rice can't sell well." One yuan and five cents. Do you want to sell it? "

Mom shook her head: "Is this too cheap? It's still on sale for one yuan. Besides, you know the goods, and you get what you pay for. My meal is definitely better than others! "

The man looked at the rice again, hesitated, and said, "There is always a price, and no refund is allowed. Look at your rice. How about I add some, one yuan and eight cents? "

Mom still shook her head: "No, we have to sell this rice for at least one dollar." Do you want some more? "

The man sneered, "I'm sure I can't sell a dollar today." You won't sell a dollar and eight, and you won't sell a dollar and five after the meeting! " "

"If you can't sell it, take it home!" The man's attitude annoyed his mother.

"Then you wait to take it home." The man laughed and dropped this sentence.

I was listening, thinking: 1.08 to 1. 1, only 20 cents per catty.

Here is *** 150 Jin of rice, which is only three yuan in total. Why did you pick it back after such a long journey? My shoulder still hurts.

I said to my mother gently, "Mom, a dollar and eight is a dollar and eight. Anyway, it's only about three dollars. Besides, I'm still waiting for money to buy medicine for my father. "

"That which line?" Mom seems a little angry. "Three dollars is not money? Besides, this is not only a matter of a few dollars, but also a matter of conscience. The rice we have worked so hard to grow is of good quality. How can we sell it so cheaply? "

I dare not speak any more.

I know how tired it is to farm.

It makes dad sick just to say that water is released in summer.

My brother is only eleven or twelve years old, and he still won't let him find a hoe to drain water.

After all, this is the livelihood of the family!

A few more rice sellers came, and all of them only paid 1.05 yuan.

One or two of them paid 1.08 dollars and refused to add any more.

Mom still won't sell it.

Seeing that there are fewer people, I am a little anxious.

I think mom must be anxious, too.

"Mom, go and cool off under the tree over there!" I said.

Mom wiped her sweat and shook her head: "No, I won't. I walked away. What if someone buys rice? You can't bargain! "

I am a little ashamed that "nothing is a scholar". Although I do well in school, I am far behind my mother in these aspects.

Many people come to buy rice, because my rice is really good, everyone comes to see it, but no one will give a dollar.

Look at the sun above me. I felt hungry, so I took out my food and ate it with my mother.

Mother took two bites and stopped eating. I know she's worried that rice won't sell, and she's in a hurry.

Mom sighed: "I don't know if I can sell it."

I took the opportunity to say, "Otherwise, sell it cheaper."

Mother said, "I have a good idea."

There are few people in the afternoon, and the sun is poisonous. Who wants to bask in the sun on the court?

Look at my mother, her clothes are stuck on her back, and she still has red marks on her dark face.

"Mom, I'll keep an eye on it for you. Go to the brook and soak."

Mom still shook her head: "No, I have rheumatism and can't soak in cold water." You are afraid of the heat, go and hide under the tree over there. "

"No, I'm not afraid of the sun."

"Then you can buy a popsicle to eat."

Mother said, and took out twenty cents change from her pocket.

I like to eat popsicles best, especially the kind called "grape ice", which is not expensive and costs 20 cents each.

But suddenly I don't want to eat today: "Mom, I don't want to eat, just drink water."

The hottest time has passed, and it will soon pass.

Vendors in selling groceries began to cut prices, selling vegetables and watermelons, shouting "It's over, it's cheap!"

I looked around and found that there were very few rice on the market, and most of them had been sold back.

Mom is also in a hurry. When she is anxious, she sweats more.

Finally, a rice vendor came over: "Do you want to sell this rice? One yuan and five, no bargaining! "

Mom said, "Look at my rice, how nice it is!" Play and sell for a piece ... "

Before his mother finished, the man said impatiently, "The market is different! If you want to sell a dollar, just wait! "

Strangely, instead of being angry, my mother smiled and said, "OK, one yuan and eight yuan, do you want it?"

The man snorted and said, "at your price, it was rare to sell it at the beginning." It's over now. Who will buy it? " Dream on! "

Mother blanched and moved her lips, but said nothing.

I couldn't help interrupting: "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it. Who cares? " Get out of the way if you don't buy it! "

"Hey, big sister, don't be so angry."

The man sneered, "Save your strength to take the food back later!" "

When the man left, I couldn't help blaming my mother: "When people offered a piece of 08, you didn't sell it. This is good, people are not willing to buy it! "

Mom seems a little ashamed, but she won't admit her mistake: "After all, rice is worth a penny, how can it be sold cheaply?" When you are away from home, doesn't your father still sell it at a good price? "

"You said dad! He is sick at home, pointing to this rice and asking for money to buy medicine to cure the disease! Is it important for people or money? "

Mother seems to have nothing to say. After waiting for a while, she whispered, "I'll sell it for a little while."

But no one came to buy rice, and the rice dealer loaded the bought rice into the car and drove away.

The party is over. My mother and I basked in the sun all day and didn't sell a grain of rice.

"Mom, go home, don't just stand there."

I packed my towel, kettle and lunch box and urged.

Mother hesitated and finally got up.

"Mom, I'll pick the heavy ones."

"Your senior, tender shoulders ..."

Before my mother finished, I had already shouldered the heavy burden.

Mom didn't say anything, so she provoked the suicidal man to follow me and set foot on the road home.

The burden on my shoulders is too heavy. I just feel like a mountain.

Suddenly my foot slipped and I almost fell.

I quickly put the rest of my strength on my leg and finally stood firm, but the burden on my shoulder tilted and spilled a lot of rice.

"Ah, what's the matter?" Mother also put down the burden and came over and said, "I told you not to pick such a heavy one, but you didn't listen." This is not a leak. " What a pity! What a loser! "

The return of the prodigal son is my mother's mantra. She always scolds us for what my brother and I have done.

But today I feel particularly wronged and I don't know why.

"You wait here for a while, I go home and get a dustpan to sweep the floor. What a pity to waste it! Take it back to feed the chickens! " My mother didn't ask me if I sprained it, but only cared about the spilled rice.

I know my mother's temper. She has always been a "knife mouth and tofu heart." Although she loves me, she will scold me.

I am not wronged at the thought of this.

"Mom, you have to go back and forth for six or seven miles. It's getting late. " I said.

"Where is the rice on the ground?"

I had a brainwave and took the straw hat off my head: "Just put it here."

Mom smiled: "You are still smart, senior, and smart."

After that, we crouched down, picked up the spilled rice with our hands, put it in a straw hat, put it upside down in a grain basket, and continued to drive home with rice.

When I got home, my brother had come back and my mother was busy cooking dinner. I told my father about selling rice.

Father didn't blame my mother when he heard this. He just said, "Those rice sellers are too dark. They sell 1.5 dollars in the city, so they keep the price so low! It is so heartless to earn the hard-earned money of farmers! "

I said, "Dad, I didn't buy you medicine either. What should I do? "

Father said, "I said I don't need to buy medicine." It will be all right in a couple of days. What did you spend that money for? "

In the evening, my father coughed worse.

My mother said to me, "Qiong Bao, tomorrow is a changing field." Let's work harder and sell the rice in another field so as to buy medicine for your father. "

"Turn around? How far is it, more than ten miles! " I can't help but feel a little nervous at the thought of that long mountain road.

"Tomorrow you bring less rice. 50 kg per person is enough. " Father said.

"Then don't sell it tomorrow!" I said, "It's no joke to walk back and forth for more than ten miles on the mountain road and still carry the burden!"

"No, no," mom said. "Tomorrow's 108 or 105 is sold!" "

There are many bitter and helpless meanings in my mother's words. I can hear them, but I don't know how to comfort her.

I feel very sad myself and want to cry.

I think, don't let my mother see it. If you want to cry, hide in the quilt and cry.

But I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I slept soundly and sweetly.