Hibiscus

All the people who have seen the raft, all praised her as a beautiful and quiet girl. Indeed, if you have a white and tender face, how can you like it? However, Muxi became a servant when he was five years old. At the age of ten, he became the youngest son of Zhao. Her worth is three bags of food. This is enough to feed his brothers and sisters.

"Hey!" The whip of the whip rang through the sky of the Zhao family's house, and the raft was beaten again. From the beginning to the present, for six years, how many times the raft was hit, even she did not know. This time, it must be that the young master suspects that her craft is too bad, and called Changgong to beat her! The raft looked up, tears drew a water mark on her thin face, and the red marks on her hand were shocking. Mudu thought about going to escape this hell, but he endured it. At the beginning, she pressed her handprint on the sale contract. If she left, her parents could not afford her. Whenever she is wronged, she will look up at the bright sun. She believes that even if the dark clouds cover the sun, tomorrow's sunshine will be better.

At five in the morning, Muxi woke up with a whip. It is now in the cold winter, and every movement after the quilt is opened is cold, and there is a hint of pain in it - it was beaten again yesterday. Mudu shook his head and forgot these unpleasant memories.

The raft was holding dirty clothes, wearing a thin cotton coat, and walking hard in the snow. She wants to wash clothes for the Zhao family. The cold river stabbed the hands of the raft, only twelve years old, and she had frostbite and calluses on her hands. There was a burst of laughter in the ear of Mudu, how small she was, and how young they were. They are all the same age, but they have different treatments - go to school! How good it is to go to school, at least not to be a slave! She couldn't resist her curiosity, step by step to the school, kneeling on the glass in front of the window, and indulging in the lectures of Mr. Private. Suddenly, a big hand screwed her ear and took her back home...

As soon as he stepped into the door, Muxi saw Mr. Zhao smile and said to her: "You like to go to school, I will complete your wish." So, Muxi carried a schoolbag and joined the ranks of studying.

At the beginning, she always made thin and fluttering rice paper and dark ink. She had to learn the appearance of others, pick up the brush, stained the ink, and wrote "the beginning of the person, the sex is good..." to the copybook. Gradually, the word of Muxi is getting more and more beautiful, she can’t control herself, press I wrote a poem on my own ideas. After watching it, the gentleman sighed and sighed. Muxi also understood that writing poetry is inherently possessed by him. With this skill, Mudu said goodbye to the Zhao family, drifting around alone, and poetry with other poets.

However, such a good day is not long. Mrs. Zhao has tried every means to bring her back, forcing her to write poetry every day and then to sell it on the market. Let yourself make money. The raft was fed up with this kind of day and asked Mrs. Zhao to let her go home. She agreed, and the limited raft returned to the Zhao family in three days.

All the way bumps, when only a few miles away from home, Mrs. Zhao said nothing and let her go home quickly. The carriage rolled over on the way back and fell off the cliff...

A few decades later, people discovered a yellowed paper that read: In 1918, a girl named Muxi became the child of Zhao. There is also her delicate red handprint on it. Nowadays, paper has become a cultural relic, and Mudu has become a negligible member of all the poor women in the old society.

Sixth grade of Hongxing Road, Hongyang District, Hefei, Anhui, China: Ni Ruiwei