A very touching article, sharing it.

[College Students]\We study at so-called second-rate or even unaccredited universities.
When school starts, our parents constantly remind us to study: 'I will transfer your living expenses to your card on time every month, so you study well there and spend wisely. You know our financial situation.' On the day we go to school, either our father or mother will slip an extra two hundred yuan to us before we get on the bus. Everyday living expenses are also transferred to our card on time, and we receive frequent reminders, but in the end, they still ask us not to skimp on food and to tell the family if we don't have enough to eat.
We use the so-called title of 'college students' to showcase the results of twenty years of hard study.\We sing love and affection in KTVs for eighty yuan a session, using the so-called 'pop music' to perform a kind of behavior art that doesn't truly belong to us.
We play violent and satisfying games in internet cafes at two yuan an hour. We post about our happiness, pain, and anger on QQ Spaces, unknown to our parents, using the fleeting prosperity in games to interpret the vanity we pursue.
We drink cheap Li Quan or slightly more expensive pure draft beer, believing that to become good friends and make more friends, we must go through the baptism of alcohol, using drinking to forget reality.
In our freshman year, full of enthusiasm and determined to study diligently, we look at others driving Mercedes and BMWs. I don't need that; I only need to be able to earn enough in the future to support myself and help my family, to let our white-haired parents live better than others in our village, to build a decent house for the family, and add some stylish furniture. But real life leaves you powerless, helpless, and speechless!
Gradually, our fighting spirit is affected by the school environment; we see classmates shopping on weekends and enjoying the bustling night markets, see students going home for holidays while we're left alone in the dormitory. We feel lonely and want to go home. Seeing classmates gaining fame in various clubs and student unions, standing brilliantly on the colorful stage, we feel more inferior and insignificant, and we want even more to be admired. But reality tells us: without effort, there will be no results.
This is us, this is our college life.
They, under the scorching sun on parched land, are anxious about the few thousand yuan paid each year for the selfish so-called university-attending son or daughter.\They, carrying sand and ash on the construction site, occasionally have sand get into their eyes or have their feet hit by bricks, and all they do is rub their eyes covered in dust and their eyelashes coated in gray, rub their feet through their shoes, and then bend over to keep moving forward, because they have a son attending university.\They, competing for a dime on cabbage in the noisy market, and of course, even when pork is discounted, they still hesitate to buy half a pound.\These are our parents, those pitiful yet noble parents.\Every time you ask for this month's living expenses over the phone, do you hear the faint sigh from their end? When you take that money and play games under the air conditioning in an internet café, do you think of your parents still working under the hot sun in the fields? When you use that money to feast at a restaurant, do you think of how many dishes there are on their table? When you drink Pepsi or Wahaha, do you remember their lips are already chapped from working in the fields? When you go shopping with your girlfriend, do you think about buying something for your mother? When you stand on the clouds raised by your rural parents' shoulders, have you noticed that the sweat of your parents has already reached their eyes?\Yes, we are still in school and may not have the power to do much, but at least we can do something within our capacity: play fewer games, skip fewer classes, buy fewer clothes, eat barbecue and hotpot less often, study more, and call them more often.\Those simple parents only need a little bit of the love you scatter around the world, and their hearts can bloom with happiness. Maybe you think, in the future I will achieve so much and be so wealthy that I can buy them a mansion and brand-name goods, but have you considered that before you earn that much money, they may have already left this beautiful world?\The older people get, the lonelier they feel, and you become the only light in their world; please don't let this light go out.\(There are still places in my heart that haven't collapsed… please call me the ashes of positivity)