Colorful years

Congcong sat quietly by the window, gazing at the sunlight streaming onto the earth. His eyes revealed a firmness and composure, as if he were recalling the little things from his childhood.

When he was a child, Congcong spent countless happy times with his father in that rural village.

With his rough hands, Daddy made all sorts of toys for Congcong.

Back then, Congcong always had an innocent smile on his face. He loved these toys dearly, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

Now, Congcong has grown up and left the once materially poor and culturally backward rural area to pursue his dreams.

However, despite the passage of time and the changing world, his deep longing and nostalgia for that innocent childhood is like a jar of aged wine, growing richer and more mellow with the passage of time, never fading in the slightest.

Those beautiful and unforgettable memories were like rays of warm sunshine, shining through layers of dark clouds and directly into his lonely heart, illuminating it brightly and warmly.

In the long journey of pursuing his dream, Congcong encountered countless hardships and severe challenges.

Sometimes, the road ahead is shrouded in darkness, with no glimmer of hope in sight; other times, the pressure is as heavy as a mountain, almost suffocating him.

However, whenever he felt exhausted and wanted to give up, his father's earnest teachings would flow into his heart like a clear spring, giving him endless courage and perseverance.

Congcong knows that life is never smooth sailing, and only by persevering and working hard can one overcome numerous difficulties and reach the other side of success.

Therefore, no matter how rugged and bumpy the road or how towering and precipitous the mountain peaks that awaited him, he always moved forward with unwavering determination.

He will use his hard work and extraordinary wisdom to carefully weave his own glorious chapter and create a brighter and more beautiful tomorrow.

That peaceful and tranquil little mountain village will always be the hometown that Congcong longs for in his heart.

The rolling mountains, the winding streams, the simple and kind villagers... all of these things have long been deeply engraved in his soul and have become an indispensable part of his life.

Even if he travels to the ends of the earth and experiences countless trials and tribulations, he will still cherish this land deep in his heart and never forget it.

Wherever he goes, he will miss every blade of grass and every tree, and the people who accompanied him as he grew up.

Throughout Congcong's life journey, his childhood memories and his parents' love will always be his most precious treasures.

They were like dazzling lighthouses, illuminating his path forward and guiding him through the sea of ​​life, helping him maintain his direction and forge ahead.

So, whenever the night is quiet, Congcong would quietly recall that rural area and every little detail there.

He would think of the toys his father made and those carefree days; he would think of the smiling faces of his friends and that pure friendship; he would think of the mountains and rivers of his hometown and those unforgettable beautiful memories.

These memories, like brilliant stars, will illuminate his path forward and become his most precious treasure and source of strength in life.

He will create a more brilliant future with his own efforts and hard work; he will contribute more to society with his wisdom and talent; he will warm the hearts of more people with his love and care.

Because he always held a firm belief in his heart: no matter where he went or how many storms and hardships he encountered, he would be a brave, resilient, selfless and willing-to-share person—just like the toys his father made for him, forever full of strength and hope, forever shining with the brilliance of humanity.

Congcong's childhood was filled with a variety of complex emotional experiences, including joyful moments and painful ones; there were hopes for the future as well as disappointments after dreams were shattered. However, despite all the hardships he went through, the innocence and kindness deep in his heart never changed.

From the age of four, his life seemed to be toyed with by fate, constantly encountering hardship and calamity. After each injury, he bravely got back up, but twice he narrowly escaped death.

His first injury occurred on a sweltering summer afternoon when he was four years old.

That day, the sun blazed fiercely, hanging high in the sky, relentlessly baking the earth. Waves of heat rolled in, as if to melt everything in the world.

The air became unbearably hot, making it difficult to breathe; each breath felt like inhaling a blazing fire. A gentle breeze swept by, but it too carried an intense heat, offering no relief whatsoever.

The ground was cracked from being exposed to the scorching sun, and the trees along the roadside had lost their former vitality, their leaves drooping listlessly and swaying weakly in the hot wind.

In the sweltering heat, young Congcong and a group of friends were playing happily outdoors.

They ran, chased, and laughed, freely displaying their childlike innocence and energy. However, it wasn't long before the children were panting heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

The feeling of dry mouth intensified, and it felt as if a raging fire was burning in their throats, making it unbearable.

Finally, unable to withstand the scorching sun any longer, the children, like a flock of frightened birds, dashed off to their homes.

The moment Congcong stepped into the house, a refreshing and invigorating breeze greeted him, like rain after a long drought, instantly making him feel relaxed and comfortable.

At this moment, Zhang Yu, the second eldest sister who was only eight years old, followed her mother's instructions before leaving home and sat quietly on a small stool by the door, concentrating on chopping pig feed.