During this period of time, the doctoral students in automation from the Chinese Academy of Sciences who came out of the mountains filled the screen.

The most touching thing is probably not the sad childhood past mentioned in the doctoral student's acknowledgment, but the awe-inspiring sentence.

In fact, there are too many people in this world who have big or small stories, but most of them only exist in personal memories. If someone hadn't helped publish the acknowledgments on the Internet, this doctor's story might have

It only exists in his own memory.

We don’t sing about suffering. Suffering is not worth singing about, and no one wants to experience suffering again.

However, the tenacity, tenacity and positive energy emanating from suffering are worthy of being seen by everyone.

This issue of Microscopy tells the story of a group of people who came out of the mountains and fought back with their own efforts. Among them: Some of them and their sisters were raised by their grandma's meager income. The sister even gave up herself for him to take the college entrance examination.

With the selfless help of his family, he finally passed the college entrance examination and "changed his destiny", started a business in Shanghai, purchased two houses, and earned an annual salary of more than 500,000 yuan; some people have never lived in a decent building since childhood, and their childhood and

The only memory I have of a television is the one my father picked up from a scrapyard and is now the media director of a video production company.

The following are true stories about them: Text | Wang Jiajia, Macondo, Xiaobei Editor | Zhuo Ran "I once lived in a cave and used torches to light the way to school." I was born in a small ditch surrounded by mountains.

My mother said that I almost didn't come into this world because when she was 8 months pregnant, she had a high fever and I moved hard in my belly. Maybe I felt uncomfortable in my belly too.

In order to treat my mother's illness, my father borrowed money from everywhere, but no one was willing to lend him money.

He had to go to the village party secretary and get a guaranteed loan of 20 yuan from a credit union in his name, and then he helped my mother raise money and send it to the town to find a doctor to give her an infusion.

Finally, I was born.

But our family was extremely poor, so poor that we couldn’t even eat enough, let alone give me enough milk.

Later, my father borrowed 5 pounds of corn from someone, ground it into flour and cooked it into corn paste for my mother to eat, and then my mother had some milk.

This is why my mother has avoided polenta for so many years.

When I grow older and our family gets a little better, they will steam a small bowl of rice for me every meal. Our place is in a high mountain (high altitude) and does not produce rice. We can only buy rice, and it is relatively expensive. They

They are potatoes and corn grown at home.

When I was ignorant, I would show off to my neighbors in the fields that what I ate today was rice.

The rain in the mountainous area here is very heavy. It often rains heavily outside and light rain in the mud house. Sometimes we move the bunk to a place where it doesn't rain. When we can't move it, we put a porcelain basin on the bunk to catch the water.

, the quilt is often wet when I wake up.

Many times when it rained heavily in the middle of the night, my parents would wake me up, and they would go to the back of the house and dig a bigger ditch to allow the water to drain away, otherwise our house would be washed away.

Every night when it rains heavily, we are so frightened that we stay up all night.

Finally, one time our already dangerous house collapsed. Fortunately, no one was injured. We went to the cave overnight and lived in the cave for half a year before moving to a newly renovated house.

When I got to the age where I should study, but there was no tuition at home, my father said that I had to dig for turnwort (a kind of medicinal material) to sell, so he went over the mountains and ridges to look for it, but one night he didn't come back yet, so we hurried to go

Looking for him, the whole village finally found him in a pit after a day and night of searching.

It turned out that he had fallen off the rock and had rolled far away. When he woke up, he was already in the pit, but he could not move. When he was found, he no longer looked like a human being.

He was carried home by the villagers and lay in bed for several months. The family had no money and did not hire a doctor to treat him.

In this way, my father became lame and the mainstay of the family fell. It was a really sad life.

Because I had no money, I didn’t go to school until I was 7 years old. I went directly to the first grade. I often owed my tuition fees, so the teacher didn’t even give me a red scarf.

I never wanted it, because I knew my family was poor, I had low self-esteem, and I didn’t want to play with my classmates.

I don't even look at other people's toys because I don't dare to look at them for fear of arousing my own terrible desire.

I was often late. At first, the teacher would ask me why I was late, but later he simply stopped asking. I became a "habitual offender" of being late.