"1" The Story of Rural Children Children from rural areas are left unattended, and their parents have become workers or still farming.

They are busy every day in order to survive.

The children would be locked outside after school, or go to their homes or outdoors with other children to break willow branches or something.

Others, who have bad personalities, just mess around in their own yard, go to the house, dismantle all kinds of tools, turn everything upside down, climb through windows, don't talk, and spend Sundays alone all day long.

Imagine yourself taking things apart, selling them, and spending money on food.

Don't know anything.

Just know how to vent your energy.

Others just don't move, sit somewhere in a daze, walk up and down the street, look disheveled, have dull eyes, and don't like to talk.

Children who have more contact with their parents fare better.

"Two" The story of rural children I grew up in the countryside. Rural children have water to play with, sand to play with, trees to climb, fish to catch, their own space, and strong independence. "Three" The story of rural children playing with straw and climbing grass

Stacking and playing scarecrow are the favorite games of our rural children.

We have a lot of straw at home. There are piles of straw, each pile is two or three meters high.

Whenever the adults are away, we go climbing on the straw.

We all like to climb the highest straw pile. We are very proud to climb up and see our friends below.

At first, when my friends and I climbed up, we always fell down. When we fell down, it hurt a lot and stained our clothes.

However, falling like this is a very happy fall.

I was the first one to climb up, but the first one fell down. It hurt so much that I almost cried, but my friends looked at me, and I thought: "I am a man, I can't cry." Fortunately, I

Hang in there.

We continued to play, but this time I was very nervous for fear of falling again.

In order for everyone to go down safely, I put a lot of straw underneath. This time, we slid down. Hey, it felt like sliding down a slide. Moreover, the straw that fell on the ground was not soft at all.

pain.

However, when our parents came back and saw us making a mess of the straw pile, they chased us and beat us.

When I'm alone, I fight scarecrows, which is also fun.

Mom and dad used scarecrows to scare the birds away from catching crabs and small fish in the fish pond.

Once, I went to hit the scarecrow. I hit him with all my strength and punched him one after another, but he didn't move at all. I even bent the scarecrow, but he didn't move at all.

I got fierce and punched the scarecrow several times until it fell apart. I laughed so happily that I felt great.

Unexpectedly, my parents found out and beat me up too.

However, playing with straw brings us a lot of fun. Children in the village like to play with straw. Children in rural areas are left unattended, and their parents have become workers or still farming.

They are busy every day in order to survive.

The children would be locked outside after school, or go to their homes or outdoors with other children to break willow branches or something.

Others, who have bad personalities, just mess around in their own yard, go to the house, dismantle all kinds of tools, turn everything upside down, climb through windows, don't talk, and spend all day by themselves even on Sundays.

Imagine yourself taking things apart, selling them, and spending money on food.

Don't know anything.

Just know how to vent your energy.

Others just don't move, sit somewhere in a daze, walk up and down the street, look disheveled, have dull eyes, and don't like to talk.

Children who have more contact with their parents fare better.

"Four" The story of rural children The story of two rural children getting rich I just received a call from a fellow villager.

This fellow is my distant cousin, two years older than me, and is my uncle by generation.

Eleven years ago, when I first came to Shenzhen and lived in a small room, he brought a young man of about twenty years old to visit, and we all cooked and ate together.

After graduating from high school, he did not go to college, so he came to Shenzhen to look for work.

He was selling newspapers at the time - standing at the intersection, selling newspapers to passing pedestrians and vehicles.

Later, because I moved several times and everyone did not have mobile phones, we lost contact.

Last year, his sister came to Shenzhen and we met again.

His sister is my classmate in high school.

As agreed, I went to his house for dinner, and many fellow villagers came.

His family only has one house, which is about thirty square meters, in which he, his wife, his son, his wife, and his wife live.

The son was disobedient, fell in love before finishing high school, and gave birth to a child out of wedlock.

Therefore, although he is not very old, he has become a grandfather.

A family of six lives in such a house, and one can imagine the hardship.

As soon as we fellow villagers left, the room was filled with people, and everyone sat around to eat together.

Soon, the fellow villagers slowly dispersed, and I got up to leave.

He stood up and walked me downstairs, chatting with me as he walked.

He sincerely asked me: There are some things that are difficult to talk about when there are many people. Now I can tell you: I now have more than one million yuan in cash, what do you think I should do?

Is it buying a house, a car, or investing?

I was shocked after hearing this, but I still pretended to be nonchalant and asked him: Are you planning to settle in Shenzhen?

He said: After coming to Shenzhen for so many years, he has adapted and still wants to settle down.

I suggested to him: Just buy a house and don’t save too much when you have money.

He now owns two newsstands and has a very stable monthly net profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Soon, he asked me to come over and help him look at the house.