Eight hundred and ninetieth eight chapters good heart
There is no shortage of kind-hearted people in this world. The short clip was circulated on the Internet that night. The crying little flower, the naive iron egg, the bouquet of wild flowers swaying in front of the pile of rocks, and the smiling face of the big-eyed girl seemed to be still in front of me. ▲∴
Steep mountain roads, creek beaches, swaying chain bridges, high and steep hillsides, wooden doors that swayed in the wind and made a clanging sound, cave dwellings with blackened walls, and various tables and benches.
There is a coffee table without corners, a wooden frame with wooden planks stacked up against each other, and stones stacked up to support the wooden planks. This is the children's desk. The only thing that appears is a new table and chair, with dried wild flowers placed there, swaying in the wind.
Countless netizens watched this tidbit, showing the life of village children, holding dusty jelly, with greedy eyes. Maybe these photos are not as shocking as the video, but the sentence in the photo is heartbreaking. "I'm afraid that the children will eat it."
How helpless is it that a mother can say such a thing? A child less than two years old holds up the jelly and hands it back to the mother with tears in her eyes. What kind of mood does the mother feel? Countless people were moved by it. Those eyes are so complicated.
Emotions, even tears cannot hide the richness of feelings.
The photos and videos tell the story of a mountain village in the city. The difficult way to school, the shaking wooden doors of the classroom, the dark classroom, the simple tables and chairs, and the honest and honest man seeing the smiling face of the school are all shocking.
The old principal, with his bent waist and bow, is touching. An old man has persisted for half a century just to find a way out for the children in the mountains. At this time, who can't, can't say, read, for the children in the mountains, that is
That is fate, that is, the only way out of the mountains. The old principal bent his back but held up a sky for his children.
This scene made countless people praise and move the old principal. "This is an old man that everyone should learn from. Although he is only the principal of a school with at least fifty children, and although he only graduated from elementary school, it is this old man who
It has supported this school for half a century to protect it from the wind and rain. It is this old man who is still receiving a temporary teacher salary. Maybe he will not be able to pass the establishment examination in his life. Maybe his educational level is low, but there is no way to deny the lifelong dedication of an old man.
career." Hao Li wrote a short comment.
In less than an hour, there were more than a hundred messages. Many people questioned why such an old man could only receive a meager job and some benefits.
"The system, I would say, provides opportunities for many people, but the system harms the elderly. We are still human after all."
"Is it possible that a sound system comes at the expense of hurting people's hearts?"
"This is an old man who deserves all our respect. Perhaps he has never left the mountain village in his life and does not have much experience. What he has may only be that love, which is touching and makes people cry. It is a love that makes people pay tribute."
The scene in the photo of the slightly hunched old man, bending over, was reposted by every website, and countless people joined in the discussion. The entire Internet is praising the old man. I ask, is fifty-six years of teaching life not as good as a certificate, fifty-six years?
Persistence is not as good as an exam.
"Maybe the old principal doesn't care about this, but we still have to ask for this respectable old man. Isn't this enough to exchange for a certificate?"
"Yes, I think those who see the old man bowing shouldn't say something?"
"The old man perseveres, the old man perseveres, the old man contributes. Maybe many people think this is too stupid, but I want to say that people with dreams are the smartest and most worthy of respect in the world. Perhaps to many people, this dream is like dust.
Insignificant.”
There was a huge wave of discussion on the Internet. Of course there were many praises, but there were always some different voices. "Those people who were bowed in the photos, what did you think at the time? Are you qualified to accept such a heavy bow from an old man who is nearly eighty years old?"
"Don't be fooled, everyone, come on, that new table is so ironic." A netizen named I Know the Truth left a comment on Hao Li's short comment.
"Hey, yes, what's going on?"
"Who knows? Come out and tell us."
"I have nothing to say, this is just a shameless hype." I knew the truth and said.
Hao Li discovered this comment immediately. "This is the old principal who went out to order new tables and chairs for the Chinese New Year this year. The old man used the New Year's money and traveled more than thirty miles to order this set of tables and chairs and carried them back in person.
, put it in the classroom.”
Hao Li said. "Maybe you want to ask why this is. This is a sad story. Last autumn, a girl named Xiaoqing lost her footing and fell off the bridge on the way to school. This desk and chair was ordered by the old principal for Xiaoqing.
Yes, Xiao Qing always wanted to have a new desk and chair before her death. She has always wanted to realize it now. There are flowers on it. The children collect them for Xiao Qing on the way to school every day. Xiao Qing likes flowers and beautiful colors."
Hao Li replied, "I haven't spoken for a long time. I know the truth. I was stunned. I can find the news very quickly. There was such a news last fall. Lantian County News. Someone copied and pasted it below."
No Cai spoke now. I understand the truth. I am no longer speaking, and countless people are silent.
"It's time for us to do something."
"Yes, we should do something, for the elderly and for the children."
"I have cried. It has been many years. I want to take my little baby there, walk on the road to school, see the cave classroom, and give flowers to the girl who has gone to heaven."
"Let's go together."
"Let's go together."
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There were hundreds of responses, and Li Han, Hao Li and others in front of the computer had slightly red eyes. "Reporter Hao, Director Xiong, thank you." Li Han solemnly thanked you, Hao Li and Fatty Xiong shook their heads quickly.
"No, no, it's my turn to thank you. You allowed me to experience the baptism of my heart."
"Sister Hao is absolutely right. This is the most satisfying short film I have ever made. There is not too much processing, not too much fancy, everything is presented clearly and it is enough."
Hao Li and Fat Breasts, at this time, they were not excited because of the tidbits and comments. They were excited, happy, and slightly proud. They did what they could, and this was enough.
"That's all we can do to help."
There is only so much the two of them can do. Hao Li was even called by Gao Zhen and criticized for this. Fortunately, it was just highlights and brief comments. Xiong Fat is famous, but the price is quite high. Maybe he will shoot more and more in the future.
News unrelated videos.
"You have already helped a lot. It will be up to me later." It was the second time in Li Han's life that he had to do something, and it was his first time to go to the United States.
"Brother, I will try my best to help you. If you need anything, only brother can do it, no problem." Xiong Fat said.
"As a reporter, I can't help with anything else. I still have some contacts in the media. If you have any questions about this, please give me a call." Hao Li said.
"Thank you."
Li Han thanked him.
"Then let's go first. If you need anything, please call us at any time." Xiong Pang and Hao Li, the shooting has ended and they have to rush back to the city. There is another special topic in the evening.
Li Han sent the two of them out of the house and all the way to the entrance of the village. Passing by the entrance of the village, Li Han saw Dudu and Bao Bao running towards the village holding a storybook. "Dudu, baby, what are you doing?"
"Dudu gives a storybook to little sister Hua."
When Dudu saw his father coming, he stopped, tilted his little head and said, "Storybook?" "Well, Sister Xiaohua only has half of the storybook, and it's very shabby."
"Where's the baby?"
The baby is holding stationery and some school supplies. "Baby gives me stationery." "Sister Xiaohua doesn't even have a paintbrush."
"Uncle, let's go with you."
Li Han was afraid that Wang Chunli would not accept her, so when he arrived at Xiaohua's house, he rushed in vain. "Xiao Maogao, where is Sister Xiaohua?" "Sister, go to the ground." Xiao Maogao was put in a chicken cover.
He couldn't get out of the yard. He seemed to be used to it, so he teased Cicada. "Oh." Dudu nodded, and was about to go to the field to find Sister Xiaohua, when he suddenly remembered something.
"Xiao Maogao, sister, treat you to some sweets."
Dudu took out a handful of colorful candies and gave them to Xiao Mao Gao. Xiao Mao Gao happily took them and suddenly gave them to Du Du. "Mao Gao won't eat them."
Wang Chunli beat her sister, and the little guy could see it clearly. There was desire in the little guy's eyes, and his mouth was drooling. He pouted his little mouth and begged his father for help. "It's okay, Liuda treats you to eat. Liuda will be here soon."
"Grandma said." Li Han said with a smile, picked up the little guy, peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Tell Liuda, where is your home?"
Li Han asked casually, but he didn't expect that Xiao Xiao actually knew the plan. He pointed with his little hand. "Let's go." Li Han originally planned to hold the little guy. He was less than two years old and could not walk very well.
The little guy walked in front of him for almost a mile, but he was not tired at all. "Mom." Xiaohua and Wang Chunli carried buckets of water from the river. Even though Wang Chunli tried her best to move to her side, the pressure was still there.
With her young shoulders, Xiaohua bent her waist and tried to hold on, her little face flushed. The river was not far from the vegetable garden, about a hundred meters, but for the mother and daughter, this distance was already exhausting their energy. Three trips a day,
It's enough to wear down Xiao Hua's shoulders, but there's nothing you can do about it. Vegetables need to be watered, and the vegetable garden is the family's only source of income.
Mother and daughter saw Brother Xiao Mao and Li Han, Dudu, baby, stopped. "Sister-in-law, you are carrying water." "Sister Xiaohua." Dudu and Baobao ran to Xiaohua, holding stationery and storybooks, Xiaomao
Gao pulled her sister's clothes and leaned against her.
"What's wrong with him Liu Da?"
"Sister-in-law, it's okay. Dudu and the baby are looking for Xiaohua. I'll come with you to take a look." Li Han directly carried the bucket. The big wooden bucket was really not light. I really don't know how this lame woman and thin little man could carry it.
Moving.
Wang Chunli wanted to stop her, but when she saw Li Han carrying it away, she sighed and limped behind. "Mom, Liu Da is for Mao Gao." Xiao Hua whispered, spreading her palms and looking inside
candy.
"Forget it, let's eat."
Wang Chunli sighed slightly and saw Dudu and Li Han watering the water. "Sister-in-law, when I came back this time, I wanted to do something for my family. I saw that the hillsides around the village were empty. No one was planting?
"
"There are not many people in the village, and the land is not like the past. There is no one to take care of it, so it can't be planted." Wang Chunli sighed, and all the capable people in the village have gone out. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster.
