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从我记事起,就知道自己和别人不一样,不能跑,即使走路也得一步一跪。右腿没力气只好靠左腿,膝盖经常磨得血肉模糊。夜深人静,常见母亲在煤油灯下边流泪边为我裤子又补上一层布,一层叠一层,大概连那“丐帮长老”的“百纳衣”也自愧不如了。渐渐地我长大了。为了上学,我不得不用右手使劲按住那细得不能再细的右腿走向学校。从家里到学校二里多路,走走停停得花一个半小时。冬天,为了不迟到,每天5点多起床,用25分钟的时间吃饭,然后就开始了我的艰难行军。有时摸不准时间,到了学校天还没亮,只得坐在教室屋檐下将那冻得发痛的残腿伸到棉袄下,用身体来取暖。初中毕业,亲友们说“残疾人就是考上大学也不录取,读书又受罪,不如回来找个事做。”于是,我怀揣着前三名的成绩单回了家。我家人口多,承包25亩地,全是水田,农忙时全家出动,家里的活
From my memory, I knew I was different from other people, I could not run, and even walking had to kneel one step at a time. Right leg had no energy left leg, knee often flesh blurred. Night of the dead, the common mother in tears under the kerosene lamp side of my pants and make up a layer of cloth, a layer of layers, probably even that “beggar elders ” “Barry ” also feel ashamed of. Gradually I grew up. In order to go to school, I had to use my right hand hard to hold down the thin legs that can not be fine to go to school. Two miles from home to school, stop and go took an hour and a half. In winter, in order not to be late, get up more than 5:00 every day, eat with 25 minutes, and then began my difficult march. Sometimes feel tempting time, to the school day is not bright, had to sit under the eaves of the classroom will be the painful leg of the cold stretch to the jacket, with the body to warm. Junior high school graduates, relatives and friends said “The disabled is admitted to college is not admitted to study and suffer, it is better to come back and find something to do. ” So, I am carrying the top three transcripts back home. My family population, contracted 25 acres of land, all paddy fields, agricultural busy family run out, home living