Come on, dawn

    Perhaps the Heaven has destined that I originally shouldn't be born in such a barren mountain area, in such a poor family for generations.

    Soon after birth, I was deeply sunk in the evil claw of smallpox. Heaven blessing me, under meticulous care of the parents, I broke out of jaws of death. But the illness left me pain more than a joy. When weather becoming cold, I have fever headache all night long. Every time mentioning my childhood, I say: my childhood spends under the blend of the medicine and the tears. Perhaps this is a wealth, perhaps will become the regret of my whole life, because my figure will never appear in the winter snow during my childhood. The snow men with laugh mouth, the snow ball, smooth skating rink are just in my dream. I have missed too much in the childhood.。

    Although now I have not been an adult yet, many matters seem to be none of my bossiness, limited circumstances and parents' pressure make me worried. In the dark night, I once asked myself: can I be regarded as a he-man? I repeatedly say I should support this family, but my flabbiness is shown on every aspect. What can I do?! I can do nothing but to devote to study hard and full up my endocentric emptiness with the books.

    With time passing on, in the tears light, the grandpa becoming old, the parents' hair has several frost vestiges with motley silks. The elder brother goes out, and I go to school. Who can comfort the elders at home? Slight sigh, dare not to be heard by parents, tears dare not to burst out. Because of various reasons, this warm bay has already can not stand tears rush.

    I don't know; really don't know where the sunshine of this family is.

 

 

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