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Volume One: System Settings Chapter 30: What Can I Do

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    Unlucky: Thunder was rolling in Chongqing tonight, and a wireless router I thought about was completely destroyed. I took advantage of the thunder to walk away and updated it quickly.  ¡ª¡ª  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª The tenderness of the font did not make the feeling any less touching. The watermarks on the homework book seemed to tell the story of the owner.  Women are the most emotional creatures, whether she admits it or not, but tears can tell everything.  I didn¡¯t expect that this school would bring me so many touches and bring me so many tears.  The mountains are a natural barrier that blocks the world. On this side of the mountains are children who long to get out of the mountains, and people who long for the same life.  On the other side of the mountain, it is prosperous, bright, luxurious and festering.  Every day, many people are drunk and dreaming in the bustling city, and every day, there are so many people who abandon their dignity for money.  I don¡¯t know which sentence touched Li Siqi, or whether it was the story that made her think differently.  There seemed to be a voice in her heart that kept shouting and stirring her body.  What should I do, what should I do for these students.  This voice has been swirling in my mind for a long time, this voice has been shouting from the deepest part of my soul.  Before the tears in her eyes dried, Li Siqi took out another notebook from the pile of homework books, opened the thin cover, and another story jumped into her eyes.     my future.  I don¡¯t know if there is a future, because I am already confused about this.  My home is at the foot of Rentou Mountain, where there are dense woods and overgrown weeds.  My father is a reform-through-labor prisoner who has been called "re-education through labor" countless times. My mother is a simple, hard-working ordinary woman in the mountains. I also have a grandfather and grandmother.  It was my mother¡¯s request to come here to study. She told me that if I want to change my life, studying is the only way out.  But I really want to say something, I really don¡¯t want to study. I don¡¯t want to see my mother working day and night alone. I don¡¯t want to see my grandparents, who are over 70 years old, paying for my school living.  You have to go up the mountain to dig medicine and mushrooms.  My mother is not very old, but she is a woman in her thirties who already has silver hair.  My most beloved grandfather, an old man in his seventies, works in the mountains in the wind and rain for me. Every time I look at my grandfather¡¯s calloused hands and his legs that hurt when it rains, I can¡¯t help but look at him.  of tears.  My grandma is a kind old man. Her eyes have been blurred for a long time. But so that I could go to school, grandma picked mushrooms in the mountains day after day. Just to earn an extra dollar or two, she fell down in the mountain stream more than once.  I really don¡¯t want to go to school, and I don¡¯t want to bring a serious burden on my family due to my reasons.  But because of my mother's insistence, I had to come to school to take care of a place I didn't like.     my future?  Do I still have a future?  Am I still qualified to talk about my future?  This is what I have asked myself once, and it is also what I have wanted to find the answer to.  Until one day, I walked into this school and saw the young teacher.  The teacher is very special. He does not just focus on teaching things in books like other teachers.  He said that to teach and educate people, you must first teach them why they study, and first understand their dreams and where their future lies.  It was at this time that I gradually began to understand why my mother wanted me to study. Because we were poor in the mountains, because we didn¡¯t understand our future. We just worked day after day, year after year, but didn¡¯t think about ourselves.  What to work for, what to live for.  The teacher's words made me start thinking again about what kind of person I want to be and where my future lies.  After thinking for a long time, I finally found my dream and the direction I will work hard in the future.  I should not continue to be silent. I have to study hard. I want to get out of this natural danger. I want to live for my mother. I want to live for my grandparents. I want to be a doctor. I want to heal my grandfather¡¯s old age.  Cold legs, I want grandma to clearly see every color in the world.  Dad, if I still have a dad, then I will also live for you and fight for you.  Although you didn't grow up with me, I know you are watching me.  I want to study hard and take school seriously. I hope that one day our family can be united and sit together happily, so that my mother can have a smile on her face and my grandparents will no longer shed tears because of the Chinese New Year.  Two different stories, coming from two different students.  But they are very similar, because they are both cries that come from the deepest part of the soul.  Walking out of the mountains, I want to walk out of the mountains, out of this poor world, to find a glimmer of light for my family and myself.  The fonts are very young, but it is not difficult to see that behind these young fonts there are thousands of voices. They are eager to learn and they are eager to change their destiny.  Li Siqi tremblingly picked up the stack of textbooks and read them again and again.Beautiful article.  My future, my dreams, my outlook on life, three themes and dozens of different stories, are connected together to form a majestic force, which shakes the mountains and Li Siqi's heart.  Every story is a piece of history, and every story is an experience. When you are well-off and prosperous, do you still know that deep in the mountains there are countless people working hard to break through this shackles every day?  When you are drunk and dreaming, you seem to understand that there are still a group of children and a group of people struggling for life.  Tears wet her eyes again and again, and the indescribable feeling made her heart feel uncomfortable. Li Siqi didn't want to wipe away the tears in her eyes. She just wanted to have a good cry and shout a few times.  Maybe this is the unexpected gain that Yang Bin said, maybe this is the reason why Yang Bin called him here.  His original intention should be to lend a helping hand to help these children in the mountains realize their dreams.  But what can you do?  money?  Although I have made up for the lack of money since I was a child, I do not have hundreds of thousands or millions of subsidies.  Mobilize social forces to bring well-meaning people together to help them?  This method seems feasible, but it does not last long.  But then I think about it, it seems that money is not what children want most. What they need most to get out of the mountains is to arm themselves and use their knowledge to change their current lives.  Facing these dozens of essays, Li Siqi¡¯s thoughts gradually began to become clearer. She seemed to understand where the shouting came from, and she seemed to begin to understand why the shouting was coming from.  They are eager for knowledge, eager to obtain knowledge, but only knowledge is their most important strength and the fatal magic weapon to break this natural danger.     what can I do?  I can be a teacher, yes!  He is a teacher, a teacher who teaches and educates people.  Only in this way can the wishes of the children be fulfilled, and only in this way can the shouting voice become an indestructible force.  I should be like Yang Bin, come here and stay here, do something for the children in Dashan, and add strength to their dreams.  This idea spread like crazy in Li Siqi¡¯s mind and showed signs of taking root.  But then there were many things that kept suppressing her thoughts.  First of all, what can you do when you come here?  What can you teach children?  Chinese?  math?  biology?  Chemical?  It seems that I am not good at these things, and the only ones I can use seem to be painting and music.  But these are all miscellaneous subjects. I remember that these courses were quite few in high school, with as many as two classes a week and as few as one class.  If you want to help them change their destiny, then painting and music may not work. You cannot ask children to sing a song or draw a picture to fulfill their dreams.  My own idea seems a bit unrealistic. Since I have nothing to show for it, why not say that teaching is harmful to others?  And what will your parents think if you work here?  Will they let themselves come?  According to his father's temper, he would definitely not allow himself to attend classes here.  His old stubbornness helps him plan his life every day. As long as he goes a little wrong, preaching is inevitable.  "Oh! Oh my god, what can I do? Please tell me, please?" Li Siqi ruffled her hair as her thoughts became more and more irritable. She wanted to come here to take classes, but she couldn't find what she was good at.  s things.  Coupled with the constraints of family, it is very annoying.  "What can you do? Can you be a teacher? Teach music, teach painting, and teach English. These are all what our school lacks." A voice came from outside the gate. It was close to 1:30, and Yang Bin came back from the classroom to get the afternoon supplies.  I happened to hear Li Siqi talking to herself, so she couldn't help but say.  "Teacher? But music and painting are not the main courses in high school. What's the point of teaching me? If I can speak English a little, I can't use it for many years. Many places have been returned to teachers. I'm not misleading students by teaching.  ?" Li Siqi looked at Yang Bin standing at the door and quickly spoke out her thoughts.  "Who said teaching is useless? A top scorer can be found in three hundred and sixty lines. I admit that high schools are mainly based on main subjects, but we can't kill everyone with one stroke. We don't teach children to memorize by rote.  We should not let children only focus on a few subjects. We should let students develop their moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic abilities. Maybe one or two painting geniuses can emerge from these students, and maybe one or two great artists. If you really feel that you are not capable.  Sure, you can still call music and painting, and then set up an interest group and teach them more knowledge in their spare time. Wouldn't this make up for their lack of skills?" Yang Bin continued, he worked hard for the side tasks, even if it was  I want to persuade her to come here.  Yang Bin¡¯s words had already moved Li Siqi, and her wavering heart seemed to have become firmer.  As Yang Bin said, education cannot exist on only one plane, it should be rich and colorful.  We cannot reduce the things we should have just because we are in high school and have to take the college entrance examination., we should give children a space to discover what they like and hate, and then teach them in accordance with their aptitude.  Thinking of this, Li Siqi seemed to have made a decision, but for some reason she was still not sure that she would be able to come, so she shook her head helplessly, looked at Yang Bin and said sincerely: "Thank you for your enlightenment, but  I'm not sure whether I can really come here now. I want to think about it carefully and then give you an answer."
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