The Lion's Pride vol. 1 (Fall 2013) | Page 19

16 In 1977, the Chinese government announced the college entrance exam was resumed. The news made my father thrilled, because his dream of entering a university was stopped by the Great Cultural Revolution in 1966. My father liked studying, especially Chinese culture, Chinese poetry and writing, and he was the best student with the highest score in his high school. As a result, my father passed the college entrance exam without a doubt in 1978. When my family celebrated my father’s success, my mother found she was pregnant with me. If you think this was also good news, you are wrong. At that time, my family was very poor, my parents were workers in an automobile factory, and they took care of my older brother by themselves. Although my mother said she could handle everything by herself, my father firmly threw out all books supplied by the university and refused to register. Later, nobody talked about the experience until I went to middle school. Before I heard what my father did, I had no idea what it meant to “contribute”. The word was just a word which often appeared in stories of national heroes, in the newspaper, and on TV. However, my father contributed his dream to me, and he also contributed every one of his days to the family.