The little Lu Yiping was hungry and cold. Looking at his red and swollen hands, he finally couldn't help but shed a few tears. The old people in the village shook their heads and sighed when they looked at him. Lu Yiping is a good boy. He has been cooking, washing, and weeding pigs since he could walk. There is nothing he can't do. It's a pity. . .
His adoptive father and mother didn't care about him, and his biological parents were afraid to avoid him, but Lu Yiping was not convinced. No one deserved to be born low, and he didn't make steamed buns to fight for his reputation. His parents didn't give him money to study, so he made money to study on his own. On the road of life, there are thorns and stones as well as flowers and morning dew. Seeing him farming and practicing medicine, he finally managed to keep the clouds clearing and see the moonlight.
Purpose: farming essay