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Chapter 1: A Dusty Village
Old village with lonely children
Surrounded by mountains, there is a small village called River Bridge, where not many people live, and the dirt-paved streets are lined with persimmon and cherry trees. When the fruit season is abundant, the children gather in groups to climb the trees and pick the fruits.
But among these children, there is often one missing figure - Xiaohui.
Xiaohui is one of the few children in the village who have no relatives.
For as long as he can remember, he has lived under the roof of the village committee, and the whole village is his home. He often sat alone for an afternoon under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, quietly listening to the rustle of leaves in the wind.
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The gray tiles of the old house shimmer dappled in the sunlight, and the carvings on the beams have been eroded by time, like candles in the wind. Time has taken away many people, and the old people who remain are always sitting around in the sunset, pulling homely things.
The sky was exceptionally clear. The sun warmed the earth, and the small village was enveloped in a warm atmosphere. At this moment, a crisp car horn broke the silence of the village, and a rickety old jeep drove into the entrance of the village.
The car door opened, and a fashionably dressed young girl got out of the car. Her arrival attracted the attention of many villagers, who whispered and wondered what the strange girl from the city was doing in the village.
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The girl's name is Xiaowen, and she came to the village with her father. It turned out that Xiaowen's father came to Heqiao Village for poverty alleviation, and her father asked Xiaowen to go with her to experience rural life.
Although she felt a little resistant to this sudden trip to the countryside, Xiaowen, who had lived in the city since she was a child, was still a little curious about the countryside, so she decided to get into her father's car just a minute before her father was about to leave.
As soon as she got out of the car, Xiaowen saw Xiaohui sitting alone under the banyan tree at the head of the village, when Xiaowen threw her eyes to Xiaohui, she stared directly at Xiaohui in the distance, and happened to take her eyes back, the moment the two met their eyes, Xiaowen smiled at him friendly, and Xiaohui lowered her head shyly, not knowing how to respond.
Xiaowen walked up to Xiaohui and asked in her not very fluent local dialect"Have you been here all along? It looks lonely. "Xiaohui raised his head and looked at the smiling city girl, and he replied softly"Yes, I like the quietness here. "
In the following days, Xiaowen would often chat with Xiaohui after completing a day of poverty alleviation work with her father. She told him the story of the bustling cities in the distance, and the colorful life of those cities was as far away as a myth for Xiaohui.
As time passed, he gradually got used to this small village full of greenery and quaint beauty, and Xiaohui, he also seemed to have found a friend who was willing to listen to his inner voice.
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Chapter 2: Unexpected Warmth
The romance of a city girl and a village baby
Heqiao Village is surrounded by mountains, and summer is always exceptionally hot, and Xiaowen's arrival is like a beautiful stray, bringing a different color to Xiaohui's world.
In this season, the friendship between Xiaowen and Xiaohui is also like melons and fruits in the field, quietly taking root and sprouting.
Every afternoon, Xiaowen would find an opportunity to meet Xiaohui, and the two of them sat under the old banyan tree at the head of the village, chatting about each other's stories.
Hui introduces her to every stream in the village, as well as the overlooked corners that hold many secrets in Hui's heart.
From Xiaowen's mouth, Xiaohui heard the novel terms "Internet", "taxi" and "supermarket" for the first time, and seemed to get a glimpse of the colorful world outside through Xiaowen's words. And Xiaowen found that whenever she talked about city life, Xiaohui's eyes always flashed with a hint of longing.
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One evening this summer, the two came to the banyan tree again, and Xiaowen took out a special gift - a worn-out English textbook. The book was used when she was a child, the cover was frayed, and there were still a few tear stains in the corners.
She gently handed it to Xiaohui and said, "This is the book I used to study, although it is a little old, but I think it may be able to help you open the door to a new world." ”
Xiaohui took the book, and even if he couldn't understand it, he felt a sense of novelty and warmth. He rarely had access to books, let alone an English book from a distant city. Xiaowen explained some basic words to him, and Xiaohui was as happy as if he had discovered a new continent.
As the time to go home approached, Xiaowen revealed that she would be leaving Heqiao Village soon.
In the days leading up to her departure, she tried to spend as much time as possible teaching Xiaohui some simple English phrases every day. Looking at Xiaohui's clumsy but persistent appearance, Xiaowen's heart was full of encouragement and hope.
Finally, the time of parting has come! Before leaving, Xiaowen left a brand new English dictionary as a gift to Xiaohui. She held Xiaohui's hand and said, "No matter how far your dream goes, don't give up chasing it." Remember, learning will broaden your horizons and brighten your future! ”
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The jeep drove away slowly, and Xiaowen's figure gradually became blurred in the dust. Xiaohui ...... with tears in his eyes
But the words left by Xiaowen echoed very clearly in his ears, and it was the first time he felt encouragement and love from others.
From that day on, that English textbook and dictionary became Xiaohui's most valuable treasure. He offered to help the village committee guard the door, because this way he had a small room of his own, and after work, he began to immerse himself in learning this strange and wonderful language.
During the day, he worked in the fields, and at night, under the kerosene lamp, he read English words in a low voice. Although his pronunciation was inaccurate, with each word he read, he felt a little closer to that colorful world.
Chapter 3: Accidental Inspiration
A shabby English book
The days are like small grains of sand, quietly flowing in the long river of time. Xiaowen's departure left a little hollow in Xiaohui's heart, but it also left a glimmer of hope, because Xiaohui's world was no longer so narrow because of that shabby English book.
At night, when the villagers were already asleep, Xiaohui lit a kerosene lamp in his humble little room, and by the faint light, he opened the pages of English books and studied.
Whenever he read an unfamiliar word, he consulted the English dictionary left by Xiaowen, over and over again.
The children in the village all heard about Xiaohui's learning English at night, and began to feel curious, and occasionally peeked into his room, and saw Xiaohui alone in a book.
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Xiaohui's efforts were also seen by the village chief, so Xiaohui's life ushered in a turnaround.
It turned out that the village chief had a few foreign-language magazines on hand, which he had bought from a newsstand in Shangcheng, and although he couldn't read them himself, he always felt that they could bring some different perspectives to the villagers. After knowing that Xiaohui was learning English, he told Xiaohui: "You translate and translate these contents and write them on the blackboard newspaper in the village." ”
That was Xiaohui's first attempt to practice with self-taught knowledge, and he carefully translated it for fear of making a mistake. Although the process was difficult, in the end he completed the task. After reading it, the village chief didn't know how the translation was, but he could also see Xiaohui's efforts, so he smiled approvingly at Xiaohui.
He decided to pay Xiaohui a little every month, even if it was not much, it was enough to support Xiaohui's dream to move forward.
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In the following days, Xiaohui's English gradually improved. He began to understand the English language on the radio, albeit only a few sentences, but it was a huge improvement for him. He also began to try to keep his diary in English, and despite the immature handwriting, behind every word was his persistence and sweat.
In the autumn of that year, an important opportunity crept in. The county's middle school decided to hold an English competition, and I heard that the champion had the opportunity to study in the provincial capital. The news reached Heqiao Village, and the adults in the village felt that this was a matter in a distant city and had nothing to do with them. But Xiaohui, the moment he heard the news, a raging fire ignited in his heart.
Xiaohui knew his chance had come. He began to study harder, and even used the daytime to herd cattle and read repeatedly on the grass with a book. The cows graze leisurely in the fields, while Xiaohui swims in the ocean of knowledge.
The day of the competition finally came, and Xiaohui embarked on the road to the county seat, full of anticipation and nervousness.
Chapter 4: Prologue to the Challenge
The stage of dreams and the waiting of the heartbeat
The early morning in the county seat is exceptionally fresh, and the dew drops shine with crystal brilliance in the sunlight. Xiaohui stood in front of the county middle school, his heart beating as tense and powerful as a drum. It was the first time in his life that he had left Heqiao Village so far and come to such a place that he had only heard of in Xiaowen's mouth.
The venue of the English competition was simply set up, and the students sat in their seats, either nervously or excitedly, and the teachers discussed the preparations. Xiao Hui was penniless, his clothes were simple, and what he held in his hands was not a delicate fountain pen, but a few pencils that had been sharpened to ......the end
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The race is on!
The first round was a listening test, and as the English radio was broadcast, Xiaohui listened intently, trying his best to capture every word he was familiar with.
Next is the written part, word spelling, grammar fill-in-the-blank, reading comprehension, each of which is a challenge for Xiaohui, who has never formally taken English classes.
But Xiaohui didn't back down, he remembered what Xiaowen said to him: "Be brave, you're already halfway there." ”
Therefore, even when he encounters a question that he can't know, he doesn't give up, relying on his intuition and what he has learned, and writes down the answer one by one.
Time is like fine sand flowing in an hourglass, and before you know it, the time for the race is over. Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief, and although he didn't know what the outcome would be, he was proud that he was able to make it to the end.
While waiting for the results, Xiaohui returned to the village.
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In the dead of night, Xiaohui lying on the wooden bed would look up at the roof tiles and think about his future. He imagined that if he could really go to the provincial capital for further study, he would study hard and then return to Heqiao Village one day to bring knowledge and hope to the villagers.
In the midst of anxious waiting, one sunny afternoon, the village chief personally knocked on Xiaohui's door, and his face showed excitement and pride that could not be concealed. It turned out that he brought Xiaohui's competition result notice - Xiaohui actually won the second place!
The whole Heqiao Village rejoiced for him, that small village that had never been known to the outside world, but the whole village felt unprecedented pride because of this lonely young man!
And Xiaohui will step on the train to the provincial capital and start a new life course.
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Next, he will tell the story of his life himself.
To be continued......