Essay on poverty alleviation, essay on the topic of poverty

Greatness, no need for a vigorous career, huge strength, just leave a trace of feeling in the hearts of others.

Inscription. There will always be so many kinds of love in the world, love is so selfless, love is so great, even if you give your precious life, you will not hesitate. If I hadn't come to this charity event, I would never have experienced the greatness and dignity of humanity.

and how the will of the little strong is gathered in the inconspicuous poor people.

Usually I don't believe what I see and hear on TV about subsidizing poor mountainous areas, but now I really see the poor people who need the help of the society to sponsor them, standing in front of my eyes, looking at the wrinkled face of the fellow, the backbone of the hunched down for the day and night work, and the pair of hands that are as thin as dry wood, and the adobe house, which is windy on all sides, in winter, in the weather of minus a few degrees, just a quilt and a thin list, but there are no complaints, no misery and sadness, But there is a family that does not succumb to life and that hopeful heart, so broken place, the host still strictly abides by the hospitality and warmly takes out peanuts to entertain us, we can't bear to refuse the kindness of the fellow, so we have to accept it.

And the next day, the bus broke down, we had to take a small car, a car limited to seven people, but loaded with love materials and a full sixteen people, stacked Arhats, and had to go through a few kilometers of mountain roads, it was really miserable, but everyone in order to give love but there was no trace of complaints, although everyone's stomach is overturned, but still persevered, those children in the poor mountainous areas are precious, but we also have this more commendable spirit of poverty alleviation without regrets.

Human beings are sensual animals, without snake-like blind principles, nor as hot as tigers, but as tepid as sheep.

Those children were not only moved by us, but they also moved us. It is our hearts that have been touched a little, and the backs of those old people and children who are far away have gradually grown taller. This winter, we have sublimated our hearts.

Sunset, is a kind of Fuya, just like a tactful farewell, immortal and light, although the sun is as always, but it is extraordinarily bright, scattered into the distance, like dandelions, drifting, warming people's scarred hearts, stitches and threads to mend the black hole in the heart.

When we hold Mom's warm hand, stroll through the streets, and talk about the world, you will feel normal, and when you lie in your father's arms and be coquettish, you will feel very natural. It's just a normal and natural behavior, but some children are so eager for it.

But have you noticed that there is such a group of people around us?

Their parents, in order to adapt to the rapid development of the social economy, left their children who were waiting to be fed to leave their hometowns and go out to work. Earning family income with diligence and wisdom has contributed to economic development and social stability. And their children will be far away from the love of their parents.

In many cases, children can only feel the presence of their parents from ** or from the occasional remittance slip. While other people's children are spoiled in the arms of their parents, they are left to live alone like grass in the corners of the country. People gave this group of children a sour name - left-behind children.

These children have felt abandoned.

Their eyes sparkled with anticipation and love. They blankly observe the crowd around them, and due to the lack of parental love, they have become so introverted in personality. Loneliness, always growing with them, in the depths of their hearts to build a thick layer of protective wall.

In fact, they crave love, the warmth of love, the care of family affection, even a simple greeting. Here, as a Young Pioneer, I want to stand up and shout loudly, give them a little love! In fact, in this grateful world, in the big family of society, schools, teachers and classmates have not forgotten you, and your educational life has touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.

As a Young Pioneer, I have to start with myself. Use my love to warm the left-behind children around me and help them hand in hand; Use my sincerity to open their hearts that have been closed for a long time; Use my childlike innocence to influence them, so that their faces will have a sunny smile again; With my warm little hand, I took a bouquet of self-improvement mountain flowers and embellished their lives. In fact, Wen Yu is all around you.

At the same time, encourage them to be self-reliant, parents don't love you and leave you, just to make tomorrow more beautiful! Staying behind is not anyone's fault, but a process of social development. Our life is colorful, as long as we face it correctly, correct our mentality, overcome difficulties, and come over!

Hand in hand with us, more love, more affection.

Poverty alleviation at that time.

Ah, is this Qingyuan? It's worse than I thought. I don't know which classmate said it. Oh, I'm sorry I haven't told you yet, but today is our classmate from Guangdong Country Garden House, all the way to Qingyuan Lian'an Wish Primary School to visit the poor.

I am familiar with a Chinese New Year's Eve sister named Chen Lier, she has a trace of yellow hair, two pairs of godless eyes, and the ** on her face has exploded, and I have a feeling of pity for the old and poor in my heart at this time.

I don't dare to think about how poor they were, because I didn't have much time to talk to her. I picked up the pen and asked, "Have you ever thought about going out to work to help your mom and dad save money?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked over to the railing, cupped her cheeks, tilted her head, and frowned thoughtfully. After a while, she finally spoke: "Actually, I have tried many such methods, but one day I actually couldn't bear this method anymore, so I told my parents when I arrived home."

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother ran to the room and cried on Chinese New Year's Eve, and my father slapped me fiercely, and said in a voice that wanted to cry, 'This livestock, I save money all day long and outside for you to study, but you tell us that you don't want to study, how can you let me and your mother have the heart to work.' After my father finished speaking, I became miserable, and then I threw myself into my mother's arms and disappeared crying Chinese New Year's Eve, and I no longer wanted to study. Because I know that if I read a good book, I will come out to help save money after a long Chinese New Year's Eve.

After listening to this, I already burst into tears, and I felt how happy I was, other people's families are so poor and they still have to let their children study, and we children who were born in a wealthy family!

After talking, we went to the home of a 14-year-old Chinese New Year's Eve sister.

On the way to her house, I smelled pig and from time to time, and I really don't know how the children in the countryside here make a living in such a place.

As soon as you enter the house, there is a courtyard dedicated to washing clothes, and Hengyu is on the right hand. When I came to the narrow Hengyu, I only saw a tattered TV set and a table and a few chairs inside. Then we had dinner all the way to their house, and then we said goodbye one by one.

This time I gave a book to the little girl, and the tools I brought back were not only sweet potatoes, but also precious tools.

Listen to the poverty that sometimes comes to us, painful but happy, confused but yearning. In this ordinary world, a period of life will always be accompanied by poverty, but strength is the medicine that heals our spiritual wounds. Suddenly, one day, we found that poverty was far away from us.

The Grey Struggle Stetson once said that man is the "message" of "God", and you can't ask God why he sent this "message". He had asked the heavens countless times in the gray corner, why did I always keep me in poverty? Heaven was speechless and only gave him an erhu.

Since then, the streets of Wuxi have been filled with a song of helpless life. Is it a powerless fight against poverty? Or is it an outlet for pain?

But we clearly heard that there are a few traces of strength revealed in poverty. The record burns your "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", and your struggle against poverty and helplessness - weakness - will never belong to you. On that day, Ah Bing left, he got rid of poverty and enjoyed the graceful **.

Poverty can't stop Ah Bing's pursuit of the first reputation. Pale yellow yearning "Is there anything higher? ......The auction house has a great work for auction today.

In the end, "Sunflowers" sold at a sky-high price. We saw that there was a fiery red sun in front of the sunflowers. A painter, a painting, a lifetime of poverty.

Van Gogh experienced hunger and cold, and there was no color of poverty in his eyes, so we don't find a trace of poverty in his paintings. The sun in front of the sunflower is the eternal yearning of the painter; Poverty or otherwise, the sun is always there. Deep poverty, a faint pain, a deep yearning.

Green hope is poverty that makes children leave the classroom helplessly, it is strength that makes teachers resolutely run to find direction, and it is hope to hold up the sun of tomorrow. There is a sea of green in the mountains, and an elementary school teacher decides to go to the county town to find the students who have left. Countless times to put up posters, countless times to inquire, countless times of darkness with you, you have never given up, although you live in poverty, but hope has never been poor.

No one is missing, no one is missing. When children pick up brightly colored chalk and write their names on the blackboard, they say goodbye to poverty. Poverty cannot bury our hopes.

Listen to the poverty, listen to the strength in poverty. Strength is the wind, and she dispelled the clouds of poverty. Beware of falling leaves, beware of poverty eating up the hope in your heart.

We were poor, but we never gave up. With struggle, yearning and hope, we will write a magnificent chapter of challenging poverty.

On the afternoon of July 1, BBK Primary School organized an activity of "Poverty Alleviation and Warmth", and I was fortunate to be selected to participate in this meaningful activity. The weather was fine that day, and eight other students, led by the teacher, came to Songbai Road to visit the family of He Fuyu, a poor student in our school. When I saw this lively and cute little boy, I couldn't believe that he came from such a poor family.

Walking into his house, I was stunned. There were six families living in one courtyard, and the wooden bars were crossed horizontally and made into a roof, and the walls were dilapidated, and every room was pitifully small. He Fuyu's mother heard that we had come to visit them and greeted us warmly.

We sat in the room and listened to his mother talk about the situation of their family, their family was miserable, disasters befell the family again and again, his brother died of illness, his father had a slight neuropathy, and family life was really difficult. When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in my heart, I lived so happily, I had such a big house to live in, and I didn't have to worry about anything, but I didn't know how to cherish the existing conditions, and I still picked and chose to ask for this and that. But He Fuyu is different, their family's economic conditions are not good, they need money very much, they can only live in a small room, and their mother's income is meager, and their lives are poor, so they can't provide a good learning environment for He Fuyu.

After hearing this, we were all very moved, so we each brought something for them, including rice, oil, fruit, ......I brought a box of noodles and some fruit, and although I knew that what we brought was just a drop in the bucket for them, it was a little bit of gratitude from our school and our nine classmates. Finally, the teacher asked each of us to say a word to He Fuyu, but I didn't have time to say it due to time constraints. Although I didn't say it to you face to face, I still have to tell you:

You must remember that you must study hard, and when you grow up, be filial to your parents and let them live a good life. When I left, I realized that the sky was so beautiful!

Early this morning, my mother and I went to Yangshan to help the poor. It's a 3-hour drive. At first, I felt like throwing up in the car, and my stomach hurt, so I fell asleep on my mother's body.

I woke up feeling better. I finally arrived at the terminal at 12 o'clock, and after lunch, I drove for another hour to Hope Primary School.

The school children were already standing in a queue at the gate to greet us, our convoy of more than 20 cars, everyone donated their love, and my mother donated a brand new digital camera. I found that the desks there were very dilapidated, some children did not even have a desk, only a chair without a backrest, they were very tanned, wearing very old clothes, our children in the city were much happier than them, we prepared a lot of games and rich gifts, I was also responsible for distributing prizes, and every child took a lot of prizes, very happy. I also met a few classmates from Dongfanghong Kindergarten, and we went to Huadu to eat in the evening, and had a lot of fun with Xie Zhonghao's children.