The little flower called Amy

A row of low bungalows suddenly appeared in front of my eyes after a series of twists and turns. This is a remote rural primary school. On a mottled wooden sign, painted with a few words: Lin Ci Primary School. The word is vigorous and powerful, although after the baptism of wind and rain, but clearly identifiable.

I was sent to work here as a volunteer college student. When I went to the central rural school with my letter of introduction, the old headmaster looked me up and down: "You must be prepared to suffer if you come here. The conditions of the school below are difficult. Perhaps you can't imagine!" I STOOD NOT thick chest: "Please rest assured, I have been ready to bear hardships psychological preparation!" The OLD PRINCIPAL CHUCKLED, "YOU, DON'T SAY IT TOO EARLY!"

I did promise to be early. I don't believe in such shabby schools in the 21st century. When the van pulled up at the school gate, a group of children gathered around and looked at me in surprise. One of them, a little dark-faced girl, reached out a pair of dirty hands and ran them back and forth over my backpack, saying, "tut, tut." That look of envy, for the first time in my life.

"Mick, don't make the teacher's backpack dirty!" A middle-aged man took the little girl aside. "Oh, KNOW, THIS is the school's principal Zhang, you will be his soldier." Director Li, who accompanied me, introduced the middle-aged man to me. "Hello, Headmaster Zhang!" I greeted the principal shyly. "Ha HA, DON'T POLITE, YOU ARE OUR FIRST COLLEGE STUDENT TEACHER HERE, THE CHILDREN HEARD YOU WANT TO COME, ALL CAN'T WAIT, THIS IS NOT, JUST THAT MILLET ALL PULL ON YOUR BACKPACK." The headmaster once again said that millet, which attracted my attention, millet, in the end is what kind of a little girl?

This afternoon, I decided to go to see millet.

After school, I saw millet carrying a bag out of the school, I quietly followed behind. She had gone less than a mile when suddenly she stopped by a pool of water. "What is she going to do? While I was thinking, I saw her take out a crumpled convenience bag from her schoolbag, then squat down and pinch the water celery on the edge of the ditch. Her thin body on the ground step by step forward, the sound of the footsteps, each step is heavy on my heart.

"This is a poor child. Why else would she be out there alone picking parsley?" I was right in my judgment. Soon, Millet's bag was full of water celery. She went to the pond, poured out the parsley, cleaned it piece by piece, and put it into a bag.

I followed Xiaomi silently. About ten miles up the mountain, she turned into a courtyard. This is not a big yard, the west is two adobe houses, wooden door faintly visible a faded Spring Festival couplets. Millet into the house, I followed her to go in, at this time, she found me, turned around, a surprised look on his face. In a flash, she recognized me. "Teacher, what are you doing here?" "I followed you!" I smiled at her. My humor relieved her nervousness. She put down the bag, moved to a stool, but also with sleeves in the above hard wiped again: "teacher, you sit!"

I sat down and looked round the humble room. A square table, a few stools, not even a black and white television. My heart has a sour liquid, blocked in the chest, painful.

"Where's your family?" I asked Mick. "Only Father is in there! She pointed to the back room. "But we can't go down there." "What's the matter? "When I was helping people, I fell from the second floor and broke both my legs, so I couldn't stand up again." "Your mother won't take care of him?" "After Dad's accident, Mom left and never came back!" Can't think millet has such a sad family. Needless to say, she was the head of the house, the one who attended school while taking care of her disabled father.

I didn't want to cry in front of my students, so I fought back the tears that were coming. I have read a lot of inspirational stories. Today, when I face such a little girl innocently, I am very worried. Can her weak shoulders really carry the rain, snow, wind and frost of life? Other people's eyes of the beautiful story, in her, but to pay how many tears and hardships? I know, millet must know a lot of books did not teach her inspirational maxim, her tenacity, also do not need me to preach. I took out the only two hundred dollars I had, put it on the square table with a broken leg, and walked out of her house in silence.

Mi is indeed a tough girl. She was the hardest of all my students, not only studying, but also carrying bricks and mud to the village kiln on Saturdays, and then taking the money to fill the medicine for her father. In her text, I often write a very inspirational quotes, millet will be my comments, and then with a pencil neatly written on the book, read again and again.

I originally wanted to stay in Linci Primary School for a year, but then the school informed us to return for the second semester, I had to say goodbye to this group of children, said goodbye to millet.

Later, I went to Lin Ci primary School. Before getting on the bus, I bought a local newspaper on the newsstand. On the first page, I saw a girl's bright smile. I recognized her, and she was my student Millet. Look at the following title: ten self-improvement girls. At that moment, I was relieved that Xiaomi's tenacity has been recognized and paid attention to by the society. Now, no matter how big the difficulties may be, she does not need to carry them alone. Those more kind people will help her walk through the rainy days, walk out of the mud and usher in the rainbow.

Now Mi is a sophomore. We keep in touch all the time. She used spare time, opened a small online shop, business is good. She also took his father to her side, let his father do their own shop pre-sales service.

One day, I read in a magazine that in the Gobi desert of Africa, there is a kind of small flower called Yimi, four color petals, flowering period is only three days. But in order to bloom for three days, it spends five years gathering strength underground, never giving up because of its thirst for life, and then one morning, it bursts into bloom. I know, millet is that flower called Yi Mi floret