Chapter 6 Chapter 5 "Grey Files" in the Student Affairs Department

The sky is blue and the river is green.After walking out of the mountains, Yu Jilei got off the train station in the provincial capital, took a deep breath, and felt a kind of comfort from the bottom of his heart: after all, a modern metropolis is many times better than a mountain nest that has remained unchanged for thousands of years!Perhaps it was this heartfelt freshness that made Yu Jilei feel that his past ten years of poverty were so precious and important. This is the admission letter.There is still money, 6000 yuan.The first thing Yu Jilei did when he got out of the train station was to re-verify whether these two things were still there.He knows these two things are needed to truly enter the university of his dreams, and among these two things, Yu Jilei understands that money is more important than money. Even if the school loses the admission letter, there will be stubs to check, but this astronomy The modest 6,000 yuan is as important as life to Ji Lei.He knows too well that in order to raise the 6,000 yuan tuition and miscellaneous fees for each freshman written in the attachment of the admission notice, his father almost broke his leg. Yu Jilei's more than 4,000 yuan was enough.No one has ever seen so much money in the farming family whose ancestors have made a living by farming for generations!For how to bring the 6,000 yuan to the provincial capital hundreds of miles away, the whole family discussed more than a dozen plans, and finally adopted the mother's method to sew a pocket on the waistband of the underwear, and then tie three pockets on the small pocket. There is a button, and the money is in there.Yu Jilei touched his waist under the belt, and boarded the bus heading for school with satisfaction and peace of mind...

"You are Yu Jilei's classmate? Please submit the admission notice first." The teacher in charge of the registration of new students mechanically went through the admission procedures for the newly registered students. Yu Jilei handed in the admission notice respectfully. "Pay another 5830 yuan." Yu Jilei quickly unbuttoned his belt... "Hey, what are you doing?" The young female teacher in charge of registration suddenly yelled at Yu Jilei. "I, what am I not doing!" Yu Jilei didn't know why the teacher suddenly treated him so hard. "Don't do anything, you, what do you untie your belt?"

Yu Jilei understood, and his face turned red to the ears: "I'm withdrawing money..." "Really." The female teacher said angrily, "Hurry up, don't keep the students behind waiting." "How much?" Yu Jilei asked timidly. "Didn't you just say 5830 yuan!" Yu Jilei hurriedly took out the money from the small pocket and counted it ten to five.Only then did he seem to realize that after paying the tuition and miscellaneous fees of 5,830 yuan, he only had 170 yuan left. 170 yuan can live at home for a year and a half, but not now.Later, Yu Jilei spent more than 100 yuan at random, and counted the money again at night, only a few dozen yuan left!This is how to do?I have to eat!On the first night of the university, Yu Jilei didn't close his eyes all night because he wondered if he would have something to eat the next day.

"Let's go. Don't you also have the card issued by the teacher yesterday?" Early the next morning, the classmates in the same dormitory saw that Yu Jilei was still there worried, and they were happy. Yes, how could I forget about this!Yu Jilei suddenly felt embarrassed. Since then, that golden meal card has become the most important thing besides textbooks after he went to college.To prevent accidents, I still use my mother's old method to hide the gold card in the small pocket inside the waistband... Since then, Yu Jilei has settled accounts with this small card every day: two steamed buns for breakfast and a bowl of porridge cost one yuan, and lunch is 4 taels of rice plus a plate of fried potatoes or green vegetable vermicelli—the cheapest fried cauliflower here is two to About three yuan; dinner is basically the same as breakfast.

However, in less than a month or two, Yu Jilei nervously found that such a life was still too "luxury"-every 30 days, there would be no one hundred twenty or thirty yuan to live on!The school's various price subsidies are included in the meal card, which is seventy or eighty yuan, so it will be at least forty or fifty yuan a month shortfall!It is impossible to ask the family again. Yu Jilei knew that it would be very difficult for his parents who only planted a few acres of thin land and already owed 6,000 yuan in debt to maintain the precarious home.But where can I get so much money?When he first entered university, Yu Jilei couldn't think of a better way, so he chose the only feasible way: the one-yuan breakfast was waived, and the original two-to-three-yuan meal at noon became half a dish, half a meal and one to one One yuan and five, no more than two yuan!For dinner, a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge cost one yuan.It must be controlled at around 3 yuan per day, yes, it cannot be exceeded, it can only be saved!

In the following month, apart from attending classes, Yu Jilei devoted himself to calculating and fighting with this account every day.The meal card can display the amount of money on your card at any time through the computer. Suddenly one day, Yu Jilei saw that 80 yuan was missing on his card.What, what should I do?There are still more than 20 days, how can I live!He didn't buy that two-yuan lunch, but simply drank a few bowls of soup that didn't cost money, and hurried to the school's finance office. The teacher told him apologetically that there was something wrong with the computer.

Yu Jilei let out a long sigh. He touched his back and soaked a large piece of it coldly. Finally one day he fell ill.The doctor said it was caused by malnutrition... Li, a girl from Shandong, said to her mother when she came to university: "Mom, you don't need to prepare anything for me. I just need a jar of your pickled vegetables, just like the ones you prepared when I went to high school in the county..." My mother shook her head helplessly, with tears in her eyes, and said: "University is no better than middle school, and you go to school in Taiyuan, which is so far away from Shandong. How can I send you some pickles when you run out of pickles?"

"By the way, Mom, you should teach me the technique of pickling pickled vegetables. After I finish eating this package of your pickled vegetables, I will pickle a pot by myself at school." The daughter cleverly asked her mother. With a wry smile, the mother brushed her hair full of silver wires together, and asked, "How can you feel like home in college? You can figure it out!" "Oh, don't worry about it, teach me first." What the daughter of the poor family has in front of her parents is that she can act like a child of the rich family. My mother had no choice but to say, "You have to pick the vegetables first. It's best to grow half-grown vegetables. Vegetables with many roots and leaves can't be pickled, and the pickled ones won't taste good; the salt should be put evenly, and the time is best." Longer..."

In this way, Li carried a large plastic package of pickles prepared by his mother in his left hand, and stepped into the gate of a college in Taiyuan with the pickling technique his mother had just taught him in his right hand. The first thing she did when she entered the school was that she paid all the money that should be paid.She has never told anyone how much money she still has with her after paying, as if she has a very good idea.No, she lived like this almost every year during the ten years of elementary school, junior high school, and high school.However, what Li feels is a little different is that some of her classmates in the university change new clothes every day, and there are also some people who don’t even like eight or nine yuan a ling when they eat, so they insist on spending dozens of dollars in restaurants outside. Only one or two hundred yuan is acceptable.But she can only go to the cafeteria to buy a steamed bun as she did when she was in middle school, and then go back to the dormitory and eat a few pickles as a meal.She didn't feel anything in the first few days, but then she found that her classmates were always following her to watch her cook and watch her open the pickle bag with a strange smell. At this time, her face became a little hot... She suddenly found that she had grown up. Suddenly, I found that the university in the distance was different from the middle school in my hometown where most of the poor children lived.And this discovery made Li fall into the pain that he couldn't extricate himself from.

From then on, the classmates never saw when she ate, and occasionally saw her hurry after going to the cafeteria to grab a steamed bun, and never stayed for a second longer.It is impossible not to eat, to attend classes, to run, and to persist in at least four years of college studies.But ever since Li saw her classmates looking strangely at the moment she opened the pickle bag, she vowed not to let everyone see her eating again.She started hiding, hiding in the dormitory, hiding in the corner of the door, the dormitory couldn't do it anymore, she hid in the grove on campus, and even in the toilet when there was no one... But it was nothing.

The most painful thing for Li was that her pickles became less and less, until one day there was none at all.She remembered the technique of pickling pickles taught by her mother.Where does Ke Cai come from?When you are at home, you can just go to the vegetable field behind the house and pull a few trees, but there is nowhere to pull them on the university campus!Go to the street to buy?It's a few cents and a few yuan a catty, what kind of vegetables are there to pickle with that money!She was really anxious: Why are the days in college so sad! Suddenly one day she was very excited because she found a lot of discarded rotten leaves and roots behind the school cafeteria.This discovery caused Li to sneak out of the dormitory with the empty plastic pickle bag she carried from home for several consecutive nights... In this way, she picked up a few pickles every day, rinsed them on the tap, and put them into the dormitory. It's marinated up. Li still went to the cafeteria to buy a steamed bun in such a hurry every day, and then returned to a place where it was difficult for others to find to complete her three "meals" a day. Finally, one day, the classmates found her passed out in the toilet... The doctor's diagnosis was the same as that of Yu Jilei: there was no other disease, it was caused by malnutrition. Ma Yici, a young man of Zhuang nationality from Guangxi, came to the campus in the capital Beijing with his university admission letter in his arms. He was so excited that he danced his famous Zhuang dance in public, which aroused rounds of applause from his classmates and teachers.Especially when he saw how beautiful his campus is. To the north of the school is the dance academy where groups of girls like celestial beings come in and out all the time, and to the south is the majestic No. 1 library in Asia—— Beijing Library.The school is located in Zhongguancun Electronic Street, where the business is booming and the ground is full of gold... "Hmph, hide away, I don't believe that in such a good place as Beijing, I can't earn money to support myself!" On the first night of school, Ma Yici lay in bed and couldn't help thinking of the scene when his father borrowed money for his tuition when he was at home. There was a chilling scene: the father went to a relative's house, and the relatives of that family hid somewhere.It turned out that the relatives were afraid that he would come to borrow money, saying that it would cost a lot of money to go to college, and it would last four years, so I don't know how much money he would have to borrow!Even if I borrow it, I don’t know when I can pay it back!The relatives hid from Ma Yici's family because of this indefinite loan. Hide, let's see how I get out of this 100,000 mountains!Ma Yici's heart was so cold when he left that remote mountain village, and his heart was almost too hot after he arrived in Beijing.The debt of 3,000 yuan he brought was due to the "glory" of ethnic minorities, and there was more than 1,000 yuan left after paying various tuition and miscellaneous fees.Ma Yici is a thoughtful child. He thought: This money may not be a problem for the family of seven or eight in my hometown for a year or two, but in Beijing, I can't live a school year alone.For this reason, he calculated again and again, and even calculated the number of days in each big month and small month thoroughly. He knew that if he did not calculate accurately, there might be "famine days".The food cost of this university is no different from that of other schools, and children from the countryside always complain about the school food cost.A dish costs a few dollars, which has never happened to them in their school years.However, how did they know that in big cities, it is almost impossible to find a canteen or restaurant that sells a stir-fried dish for less than 5 yuan.As soon as Ma Yici pinched his fingers, he set the daily living standard at five yuan, three to five to fifteen, and this month was 150 yuan!After Ma Yi's calculations, a cold wind blew in his heart: At this level, 1,000 yuan can be spent in less than a school year!Besides, he is not used to eating breakfast like some poor students who do not eat breakfast, but for 5 yuan a day, it is impossible for you to eat three meals a day in the cafeteria in Beijing no matter what.So Ma Yici decided to combine lunch and dinner: two steamed buns or four taels of rice plus a dish at noon cost a total of four yuan, and a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge for breakfast cost one yuan. In this way, "exciting September" and "fresh October" were spent.In the third month of entering the university, Ma Yici found that he always wanted to sleep in class.How did this work?You don't want to be sorry to your old father and mother!Ma Yici beat his forehead hard, and he warned himself not to be confused.But the next day he was still uncontrollably sleepy, and one day he was even woken up by the teacher on the spot, causing the whole class to laugh.He felt ashamed and depressed.He didn't understand what was going on, he didn't mean to be presumptuous on purpose, but why did he want to sleep before noon and during evening self-study? "You have to pay attention to your diet, otherwise you won't be able to overcome this problem." One day, a sophomore classmate whispered in his ear.He turned around to ask about the relationship between sleepiness and diet, but the sophomore classmate left.Ma Yici found out later that this was also a student from a very poor family. After understanding what was going on, Ma Yici decided to change his "living standard", but first he had to have a job.He has long heard that the capital Beijing is full of gold, and there are three to four million people from other places who come to Beijing to pan for gold.Ma Yici wanted to find a job, but several encounters proved that it was impossible for him to find a job: in terms of business, he had no capital and no experience.Parents in Beijing will definitely not want to engage in tutoring when they hear that they are freshmen from the countryside, especially those who can't even speak Mandarin well.I heard that there is a work-study center in the school, but he signed up and has been "unemployed" for a long time (until now). The confident Ma Yici gradually felt a deep gap between himself and this colorful metropolis and charming campus.He began to be lonely, distressed, and even afraid that he would not be able to complete his studies for such a long time.Ma Yici felt that he should be self-excited, as some singers said on TV, he had to learn to "self-regulate and self-excite" before the scene.What adjustment, what excitement?go, run!One lap, two laps... After a few laps, he returned to the classroom out of breath. Ma Yici found that he was really "excited" in this class, and he really didn't feel sleepy.There is a way!Ma Yici cheered for finding this way to overcome the "drowsiness". From then on, on a certain university campus that no one paid attention to, I could see a thin classmate running back and forth on the playground and in the aisle every day.The students were surprised that this thin classmate not only ran in the spare time during the day, but also ran at night after the lights were turned off. "The hunger is the most uncomfortable at night, so I run. When I am tired from running, I will lie down on the bed and fall asleep, otherwise I will be hungry..." Ma Yici revealed his secret one day.Because he knew he had several years left in college, he had to find a way to change that. Shanxi Agricultural University.Yuan Wenhua, the teacher of the student office, is a young man.But within five minutes of our meeting, he began to cry and complain that he didn't do his job well, which made life and study extremely difficult for so many students in Agricultural University. "... We have a classmate from Yuanping, Shanxi. His mother was 72 years old when he was in college, and his father passed away when he was very young. Before going to college, this classmate farmed while studying to support him and his parents. Mother. After entering the university, no one planted the land at home, so the old mother could only go out and sell some melon seeds every day. Our agricultural college students are given a monthly professional subsidy of 72 yuan and a non-staple food subsidy. This classmate is from this 72 Yuanzhong has to send twenty or thirty yuan back to his old mother every month, and he only has thirty or forty yuan left. What is the use of a little money! He always goes to the last meal every meal, because at this time the porridge in the cafeteria Because it’s too thin, he doesn’t need money, so he just lives on this free spoonful of porridge and two steamed buns…” Yuan Wenhua choked up, and introduced a skinny student to me. "His name is Gao Wujun, and he is a graduate student now. But look at him so thin...Gao Wujun, show Teacher He around." Yuan Wenhua asked the student to walk around in front of me a few times. "What's the matter with your legs?" I found out that the classmate was limping when he walked, so I asked. "He has muscular atrophy caused by long-term malnutrition. How pitiful." Teacher Yuan Wenhua rolled up the trouser legs for this student and said, "Look, his leg is almost shriveled to dryness. He is miserable. , the family was originally poor, but another catastrophe happened in 1995. His father and several relatives of the same family took a tractor to a distant relative’s house to attend the wedding, but there was a car accident on the way, and his father and three other relatives The relative died on the spot, and the other seven were seriously injured. In this big family, eleven people were killed, injured or injured. Who else can save the other? Gao Wujun has since cut off all financial support for the family. Last year, I felt sorry for him and introduced him to A work-study opportunity, if you say it sounds good, it’s a work-study program, but if you don’t sound good, it’s a death for others. There was an old man who was paralyzed and urinated on the bed, and no one wanted to take care of the old man’s children. They don’t want to do it, but a college student like Xiao Gao who is about to go to graduate school, in order to earn one or two hundred yuan of living expenses, went to the old man’s sickbed every day and busied himself for more than a month until the old man died..." Original text Teacher Hua burst into tears again. "You, you said that the students are so pitiful, how sad I am as a teacher in the student office! We want to help Xiao Gao, but there are not one or two students in the school who need help like him or even more than him. Xiao Gao is now a graduate student. There is 180 yuan a month, and our undergraduates and junior college students only rely on the dozens of yuan subsidies issued by the school. Isn’t it even more difficult!” After Yuan Wenhua wiped away his tears, he pulled Xiao Gao to his side and said, “ Xiao Gao, the teacher didn’t do his job well, so don’t blame anyone, just study hard, and just ask me if you have any difficulties, ah, I will try my best to help you..." That classmate had been smiling all the time, but when Teacher Jingyuan said this, he couldn't help tearing up.He grabbed my hand and said: "Teacher, if you want to write, write about Teacher Yuan. He himself only has a monthly salary of 400 yuan, but in the past few years, as far as I know, he has sponsored poor students with no less than 4,000 yuan." Diverse..." "You, don't talk about this." Teacher Yuan Wenhua hurriedly snatched Xiao Gao's words and told me hastily, "We used to have students selling blood here, sneaking into the cafeteria at night to pick up leftover steamed buns and vegetables Leaves to eat..." What's the matter? This time it is my turn to cry out in my heart that we are a socialist people's republic!It is a modern and powerful country that is marching towards the 21st century!How, how could such a thing happen in our university! Why?How many such things are there? With my doubts, my pain, and my responsibility, I walked into one student affairs department after another in Chinese universities—— It is a spring season, and I came to Beijing Forestry University in the east of Tsinghua Park in Beijing.This is a national key university with a long history. Its predecessor can be traced back to Lin Ke, the Imperial University Hall (the predecessor of Peking University) in the late Qing Dynasty.The campus is very beautiful. There are not only the traditional Chinese buildings in Peking University and Tsinghua University, but also more garden groups. The modern teaching building standing in the middle of the forest and flowers is even more beautiful and magnificent.Walking in such a campus is like being in a poem or painting. For me, who lives in a busy city and is submerged in dirty air all day long, it feels like a fairyland on earth. However, after taking a few breaths of fresh air, I had to weigh a word that was very incompatible with the environment here.This term is still called "poor-difficult". Beautiful and picturesque campuses should not be associated with "poverty", but in this specific period of historical transformation in China today, they are mercilessly connected, and this bitter connection is still so "continuously cut and messed up." . Beijing Forestry University is affiliated to the Ministry of Education and the former Ministry of Forestry, and currently has more than 3,500 students.In terms of the number of people, it is a medium-sized university, but it is one of the few universities with a large number of poor students listed as a key "poverty alleviation" by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Ministry of Education.Walking into the Student Work Department, I was greeted by a very capable and enthusiastic "Virgo" teacher Yu Cuixia. "Do you know about poor students? You found the right one. I'll take care of this stall. But I used to work in the school's party office, and the student affairs department didn't work for a long time, but once I picked it up, I felt it was hard to let go. Especially It’s work for poor students.” Yu said after a long sigh, “You read the materials first, then we’ll talk about it.” She took out several stacks of thick files from another office cabinet and placed them in front of me. "What's all this?" I asked. "The relief application materials written by the poor students themselves. Read it first." Teacher Yu said casually when he straightened up, "After reading these materials, I couldn't eat well for a few days. Alas, these students are so pitiful..." Teacher Yu Cuixia went out after speaking, leaving me alone in the room.So I started to read down one by one... I knew that my interview with impoverished college students was a huge project like a long march of thousands of miles, and every time I had to race against time.I had to speed up and read down, but from the first page, I found that my previous "professional editor" reading speed of ten lines at a glance didn't work at all this time—I could barely read word by word. Read carefully, word by word, because what I see are not ordinary manuscripts, nor common official documents, but begging letters and cries for help written in blood and tears.It makes me feel that my soul is experiencing the shock of mountains and tsunami, and my heart is enduring a kind of desperate suffocation and depression that is difficult to express in words—— One of the student help books: Student Help Book 2: Student help letter three: After reading these help letters, I can't express my feeling at that time.Through these tear-filled help letters, I seem to see anxious hearts and hopeful faces that are yellow and anemic due to malnutrition.They make my breath short, my heart pounding, my emotions overwhelming... nothing more gripping than that because it's happening today when most of us feel the sun is shining. At this time, Teacher Yu came in from another room. "These materials were received within a few days of the new school year in September last year. In the past few years, when the new school year is paid, our student department, school leaders, and teachers will receive such a tuition reduction application and Application letter for help," she said. "What percentage of the total number of students are poor students in your school?" This is a specific data that I am very concerned about. Teacher Yu paused, and said, "The ratio we officially announced is 15%, of which about 5% are extremely poor students..." "Actually? I need to be more precise." "This...is not easy to say." Teacher Yu was slightly lost in thought.A little bit, she said, "I always feel that the current standards are not very accurate. For example, the education department used to classify those with an average family income of less than 150 yuan as poor students, and those with a family income of less than 100 yuan as extremely poor students. Now most colleges and universities This is the standard for determining poor students. I think this can only be an approximate standard, because the per capita income of rural families can reach about 150 yuan, which is almost the majority. This is not the case if there is a drought or flood. On the other hand, the number of laid-off workers in cities has increased in the past two years. Many families of students from cities and towns have their parents laid off. Even if their living standard is 200 yuan to 300 yuan a month, can you say that they are not in a state of poverty? So the number of poor students in universities is not completely accurate. For example, our Forestry University is a special industry college, and more than 60% of the students are from rural areas. About 30% of them are small towns below the county level. The reason why these students apply for colleges and universities that enjoy special industry subsidies like ours - such as agriculture, water conservancy, military industry, teacher training, etc., is that they think that the admission scores are low One point, another important reason is that students and their parents see that our colleges charge less. These factors are considered by students from poor families. In this sense, you can estimate that our schools What is the proportion of poor students?" I smiled and said I dare not guess. "Besides, there are differences between universities." Mr. Yu continued, "I know that the proportion of poor students announced by Peking University is 25%. It should be said that the proportion determined from the actual situation of their students is basically the same. But in our school, I’m afraid it can’t be like this across the board. If we use Peking University’s poverty standard to get it in our school, then most of our students may be in the line. In fact, there is a difference between being poor and not being poor. The problem of environment and scope. For example, in our school, most of the students come from rural areas, and their relative family income is not high. If these students are placed in foreign trade, economics, and art colleges, they may have They are considered poor students, but not in our school. Only those students who cannot even maintain the most basic survival can enter the "special file" of our student office..." Teacher Yu from Forestry University gave me a rough understanding of what is meant by "poor students" at an earlier level, and I strongly felt the bursts of help from those poor students... In the western suburbs of the capital where Forestry University is located, almost a dozen of the most famous universities in China are gathered, forming a real "Chinese University Town" in the contiguous green forest.If you don't go deep into the student affairs department of each school or the work-study center under the Youth League Committee of each school, all you can see and hear is the sound of reading aloud and the "proud sons of heaven" who are like clouds.You would therefore think that the students here are the happiest people in the world.However, there are some things you can’t imagine, that is, among these students who are almost the most outstanding talents in contemporary China, tens of thousands of them are accepting the most arduous and advanced knowledge and climbing the most cutting-edge science. But living a poor life below the city's minimum living standard!Some people rely on steamed buns to satisfy their hunger and salt water to moisten their mouths all year round; some people pick up waste paper to make exercise books and write papers; All the attire of the school... Perhaps it is this unimaginable contrast that makes me eager to know how many poor students are unable to maintain their university studies in this peaceful and green university town. China Agricultural University, just across the street from Forestry University, is one of the top 13 national key universities in the comprehensive research and development of thousands of universities in China.What will happen to the poor students there? The school is divided into east and west campuses. In the work-study guidance center for students in the eastern district, teacher Ding Yunxuan is busy contacting units for students who plan to stay in Beijing to work during this summer vacation. "Oh, there are more and more people every year, but there are fewer and fewer jobs." Teacher Ding sighed and said, "A few years ago, we were the one with the most and the best part-time jobs among dozens of colleges and universities in the city. This year doesn't look very good, on the one hand, the laid-off workers from society are fighting for jobs with us, and on the other hand, there are more and more students who stay in school and don't go home." "The poor students all want to use the vacation to earn tuition fees for the new school year?" "That's not true! Usually school work is tight, and most poor students count on this holiday for more than a month to earn a fortune. But the market is limited, there are only so many cakes, some people snatch it, and others have to go hungry. " "Then will it be the turn of the poor students in your school to go hungry this year?" I asked. "Not sure." Ding picked up the three vacation work-study job registration books and said, "Last year, there were more than 60 people who registered with me and asked for help in contacting part-time jobs. This year, there are nearly 200 people in May. The pressure is great. ah!" "Why do more and more people want to work? Is it because the students have a stronger sense of self-reliance, or are there other reasons?" "There are reasons for the former, but the more important thing is that the poverty rate has risen sharply in the past few years." Teacher Ding introduced, "Our school in the Eastern District of Agricultural University recently has statistics on the extremely poor students: In 1995, the income of one extremely poor student per month was 90 yuan. In 1996, according to the income standard of less than 120 yuan, there were 570 extremely poor students, accounting for 15.4% of the total number of students; in 1997 According to the annual income standard of 150 yuan or less, there are 835 extremely poor students, which is 22.6% of the total number of students. Will this year’s 98 freshmen arrive at the school with a proportion of 30%? I can’t say for sure. But one thing is certain, In the past few years, the proportion of impoverished students has increased by more than 6% to 8%, and this year may be the first peak year. Note, what I mentioned above is the number and proportion of extremely poor students in our school. They are all Those students who do not have any family financial resources and even have to support their families in turn, as for the number of students who generally rely on themselves to solve their school living expenses, the number is even greater." "How much do the two add up?" "Around 60% to 70%." A staggering amount! "Currently university presidents are promising to 'not allow a single student who dropped out of school due to economic poverty', can it be done?" I really want to get a realistic answer. Teacher Ding was silent for a moment, and said: "Every school is working hard for it, and most of them can fulfill their promises. But some poor students will drop out of school no matter how you help them, and the school can't do anything..." "why?" "Because a school can help a student, but it cannot save and support a family." "Does your school have something like this?" "Yes. A female student from Jiangxi in the class of 1997 has been out of school for almost a year. She got sick at school. We mobilized the school and the society to donate to her, but she still feels unable to go to school because she is an orphan and there is only one close to her family. The eighty-year-old grandfather still needs her support..." "Can you give her name and contact address? I want to ask her to talk about dropping out." Teacher Ding copied down the address of this student named Zhang Lanjin for me.Soon, I wrote a letter to Zhang Rankin, who dropped out of school, according to this address, but did not receive a reply.I think maybe this girl doesn't want to tell outsiders the bitterness and pain in her heart, that's something later. The bell for getting off work has been ringing for too long, and the night has shrouded the "university city". However, in the office of the work-study guidance center, the phone rings one after another. In and out. "It's like this almost every day." The exhausted Teacher Ding smiled bitterly at me, and took out one of his salary slips from the drawer, "Look, my monthly salary is 316.60 yuan, plus the school's 200 yuan subsidy. The income is 516.60 yuan, which is actually less than 450 yuan after removing water, electricity, housing reform, etc. Seeing that so many poor students come to ask for help every day, I personally can’t come up with money to support them, so I can only try to help them find some jobs. You have to be serious, implement one by one, and stare at death. I can’t go home until 11 o’clock in the evening every day. There are some things you want to take a breather. It’s not enough. Let me show you the letter I just received Letters from students like this seem to be a life-and-death 'help book', almost every now and then. Listen to the students crying for help from the bottom of your heart, no matter how busy you are, no matter how hard-hearted you are, you will stop everything For other things, go help them..." I took it and saw that it was full of four sheets of paper.Between the densely packed lines, the female student who wrote the "letter for help" recounted the bitter experience of nearly saying goodbye to her life three times on the way to school in the past, and faced social injustice and family misfortune. She couldn't figure out how there were so many "" why".She didn't understand that other people's parents looked like young boys and girls in their forties, but her parents were also in their early forties but had gray hair; she didn't understand that girls in her middle school class got married at sixteen or seventeen Her daughter-in-law is so natural and righteous, but when she walked out of the mountain village to go to college, she was poked in the back and called a "prodigal"; she didn't understand that others ordered hundreds of yuan of dishes and said "bye" without using two chopsticks, but she didn't have enough money. The living expenses of 80 yuan have to be divided into 30 days plus a pen and notebook for study? "why why why?--" "Teacher, please, please help me!..." Teacher Ding noticed that my hands were shaking and said, "Go, I will leave work early today." I took a taxi and drove from the "university town" in the western suburbs to my home in the city.It was very late, but the road was still bustling and noisy, and nothing seemed to happen.I am the only one who feels that there is always heat gushing out of my eyes... "What, lost business? Or lost love?" The taxi driver kept nagging, but I didn't say a word. The moment I walked into Tsinghua Garden, I really felt ashamed to "disturb".I don't need to read the school chronicles or read the school history, just hearing the name gives me a sacred feeling. This is the highest university in the true sense of China, so in my opinion, every inch of its land should be the natural marble on the temple, shining... Almost every student here is a "champion". How graceful and luxurious should the "champions" be, with a long history?Heh, for hundreds of years, no one in China has known how admirable "he" is after becoming the "No. 1 Scholar".姗姗走来，那皇帝会给你加官封爵，再不用老母灯下缝衣织布，穿不完的绫罗绸缎可以披山被海；再不用“锄禾日当午，汗滴禾下土”，挥不尽的金银财宝可以铺路垒塔…… “状元”——中国父辈人心目中望子成龙的最高境界。 这，虽然是昨天的“最高境界”，但今天，它依旧在国人的心目中如日月昭昭。 But-- 可是今天清华园里的“状元”们是怎么啦？ 那入学前拎着的两只塑料袋竟伴随着你度过了四个春秋？ 那进校时穿着的老乡长的那套旧西装为什么在你身上日复一日、一年四季地不换？ 那长如京沪铁路线的哥德巴赫猜想运算纸为什么是你从垃圾专业户手中苦苦乞求而得的“回收废品”呢？ 还有，你完全有能力去超越比尔。盖茨的软件，可却为了下一顿饭卡上能保证买得上一盘菜而奔跑一整天去分发那几十斤重的小广告。 and also…… 学生工作部专管贫困生事务的吴雅茹老师，拿出很多很多这方面的材料与例子。 “我们清华现在的注册本科生达12000多人，这在国际上的一流大学中也是大学校了，可我们也有另一个大数字，那就是1200多人的贫困生！”这位性情如同个好大姐的老师，一脸倦意地打开柜子，“你看看，这么多贫困生材料，就我一个人具体管，光翻一遍他们的东西就得几个钟头。可贫困生情况不是一成不变的，它是动态的，也许今天某同学还是好好的，明天他家里可能就大难临头。我们学生工作部就得随时要掌握情况，及时收集必要的材料，那样才能有效地替困难的学生解决问题。” “这么庞大的一个群体，编制起来就是一支不小的军队呀！”这样的一个事实竟然存在于堂堂清华园里，可能不仅是我所没料想到。 “可惜的是这支不小的'贫困大军'散落在我们清华园的浩浩万人之中，所以我们不得不甚至动用最先进的计算机技术来进行追踪和管理。”吴老师介绍说，他们清华在每年新生录取时都要向每个新生家庭随入学通知书一起发出一张《家庭经济情况调查表》。在新生到校后又有各院、系根据学生自报与组织调查的结果，再统一汇总到学生工作部，然后进入清华贫困生数据库。在进行这一程序后工作并没有完，为了保证那些真正有困难的学生得到救助，学生工作部与学校伙食单位紧密合作，因为在学生的饭卡上出现的“晴雨表”最能说明其在校的经济与生活状况。一个学生连续一段时间的低水平生活消费，正常情况下可以说明他是个贫困生。一个学生的生活消费超低水平，他就很有可能是个特困生或家庭出现了什么问题。而这些仅仅是电脑里的显示，真正的情况就必须逐个地去探访调查。也许有人很直率地向你讲明，也许有人确实很有问题可他也不承认自己是贫困生，也许他的饭卡上是很低消费但却在平时讲究穿着、大手大脚…… “我们学生部的工作就是使自己所掌握的情况与实际相符，不让该帮助的每一个贫困生从我们的视野里漏掉，也不让不该济困的人溜进贫困生的行列。而这仅仅是学校开展解决贫困生工作的序幕，真正有难度的工作还在后头。”吴雅茹老师期望我明白这样一层事实，那就是能在学生工作部里看得到的有关贫困生的那些“特殊档案”，仅是表象，真正的贫困生问题还在学生们的心灵深处、还在校园的每个角落、还在复杂的大千世界里……她的话，我似乎领会，又似乎领会不了。 说实话，我从清华大学出来，就不敢再去叩开毗邻的北京大学校门。我怕沉睡在这里的一大批如雷贯耳的英魂惊醒，因为他们是梁启超、严复、蔡元培、鲁迅、李大钊、毛泽东……北大的历史从来是用金子铸成的，泱泱中华大国的最高学府史册里，不该有灰色的档案。isn't it? 我没有权利隐瞒事实，无论它是哪等样的高校。 今天的北大是全国规模最大、实力最强的一所综合高校。今天的北大还是全国2000多所高校中贫困生人数最多的一所大学。 you do not believe?但它是事实。 ——北大的在校贫困生每年多达3000多人。 全国2000多所高校中，其实生员不足3000人的将占1／3。北大一校的贫困生总数就超过了这几百所大学每所学校的总生员，难道还有谁怀疑北大不是最大的“贫困户”？ 北大学生工作部有一份“内部材料”，详细解释了这3000多名贫困生的准确性：以1997年物价水平和生活费用标准，一名北大学生平均每月最低生活消费是250元，加上2500元的学费和住宿费，全年经济支出至少在4500元。仍以97级为例，该年级的学生中家庭人均月收入在200元以下的占18％。而另一份调查统计显示，96级学生中家庭人均月收入在170元以下的为20％，95级学生中家庭人均月收入在150元以下的为22.5%，94级学生中家庭人均月收入在120元以下的为25％。综上所述，北大的贫困生绝对人数始终在3000多人以上。 你和我一样不了解北大吧！你因此更不了解啥是贫困大学生！ 他们就是这样一个庞大的群体。 一个中国高校教育史上未曾出现过的特殊群体。 有人这样描述他们的心空犹如天马在宇宙高高奔驰，犹如牛仔在旷野上冒险拓疆，尽情地享受着知识给予他们的丰富与充实；他们可以同别人一样在图书馆、课堂上体味苏格拉底的庄严，毕达哥拉斯的神秘，尼采的酒神迷狂和老子的玄妙，庄子的洒脱，刘勰“笼天地于形内”的壮观。但他们的精神世界则因物质的困顿而如同一个痛苦的朝圣者在沙漠里徘徊，如同一个迷航的船员丢失了木舢而无所适从，更如一个失血的病体在等待无望的救援……他们的精神与情绪组合起来，就是一股非凡的暗流、一股躁动的岩火，可以摧枯拉朽，可以排山倒海，可以……可以成为很多、很多。 因此，当我走进中国高校的学生工作部时，都能感到有种忧闷，有种紧迫。 其实，贫困生自己何尝不是这样。他们不愿别人总在翻阅他们的那些“灰色档案”，他们正努力书写一种新的人生……