Since I was a child, I have suffered too much bullying and cold looks, and I have never bent down once. I studied hard under the kerosene lamp, endorsed books on the field ridges, chewed up my grievances and swallowed them, just to fight for a breath. When I grow up, I will not be able to please my leaders and will always be treated coldly. In the text, light a bright light to those who are struggling. In this life, I have become my own light. Tell the readers the stories of suffering life and gains.
