What aspects of China are shameful?

In 2004, I was 13 years old. One day when I came home from school, I saw a boy in his 20s sitting in the yard. Holding the bowl in his hand, he wolfed down the rice.

I asked my mother who he was. Mom said they were from outside. I came here to play and lost my wallet. At that time, telephones were not widely available and it was impossible to contact family members. I walked here for a day. My mother happened to be washing clothes in the yard, so she came in to order some water. After drinking water and chatting, I told my mother what I had experienced.

After the boy finished eating, his mother called me and we took the bus to the train station. I bought a train ticket and gave the boy 50 yuan. Told him to be careful on the train and not to lose any more money.

When the boy took the money, he cried. Choking, I asked for my home phone number and said I would definitely come back to pay back the money. But at that time, my family was still very poor and there was no telephone. My mother said forget it and took me away.

On the bus, I asked the boy why he was crying. My mother said you will understand when you grow up.

In 2006, I was 15 years old. The family land was taken back by the government, and my mother no longer had to get up early to buy groceries and work in a nearby factory.

One day, my mother came back and told me, you must study hard. Today there are several children in the factory. They all come from the mountains and have no money to go to school. They work in the factory when they are only 17 years old. It is very pitiful.

A few days later, my mother brought back four boys. The clothes are shabby and covered with dust. If my mother hadn't told me in advance that they were 17 years old, I would have mistakenly thought they were in their 30s.

My mother cooked a lot of dishes and asked me to go out and buy beer. Although the conditions at home have become better, for mothers who are frugal, such a situation is rare.

While eating, the boys were very reserved and kept their heads down without speaking. Mom stood up, picked up food for them one by one, and asked them to eat more. It was only when they were drinking beer that I realized they were crying.

At this time, I already knew why they were crying.

In 2014, I was 22. This is my 3rd year in the United States. Once while driving at a traffic light, there was a white woman who looked to be in her 40s, holding a sign in her hand and knocking on the car windows one by one. When she walked to my car, no one paid attention to her. I looked at the sign in her hand. It probably said that her son was suffering from some disease and hoped that kind-hearted people could help.

I opened the car window, and she knowingly handed over the box for the money and kept saying thank you. I saw a few cents coins inside. I took out 50 and put it in. She hesitated and said thank you.

Then ask me why I have to give so much. I said, you remind me of my mother. I haven't seen her in 3 years.

When I stepped on the accelerator and left, I saw her crying

Today I saw someone on Zhihu asking "How dark is the countryside?" After seeing such a question, I thought again Get up, my mother.

There is darkness everywhere in the world, but where there is darkness, there must be light.

Everyone has mentioned that "good people are rewarded", and I will say more. Tell me a few words.

My mother has helped many strangers, but they are mostly young men. I asked her why.

My mother said that every time she saw them. I will think of me. If I encounter any difficulties when I go out, I hope there will be kind people to help me.

Later, I went abroad alone without any friends or relatives. When I see people with suitcases, they think of me wandering outside, and I can’t stop crying.

I have no one here, and I have encountered many difficulties and setbacks, but there are strangers every time. Every time someone comes out to help me, I will thank my mother.

My mother has selfish motives. Every time she helps others, she actually wants to pray for her children and build up her character.

Many people asked me why I didn’t go home. At first, I couldn’t go home because I didn’t have a green card. Later, I got a green card, but I had to work to pay my tuition during the holidays, so I didn’t have time to go home.

I am very touched after reading everyone’s comments. I have just booked my flight for July. No matter what, I want to go home and see my family.