Who is this point alone, it will always be alone (visit to Guangzhou Ling-chi schools)
Tall walls and tall gates, and tightly blockaded all these eighteen years-old mentally retarded man with schools, high walls and gates as if we are not only have a soul spoke on the membrane. Side wall on the title with CDPF Chairman Deng's "Guangzhou Ling School" a few characters, I was more like hanging next to the other deputy Golden Bronze Plaque "Guangzhou Chi Ling School." Their lives and that we are born equal, but their wisdom still remains at an unknown stage we are probably only a few months, and perhaps that is just how old, so they had their world, from this and our world is separated.
While entering the door, but we take nothing of their hearts, and experience is just one of their material world. Small courtyard open space, were two buildings surrounded a narrow "a few" type, cradles, slides, basketball was short, are like children to enter a simple world. Passed from the first floor window, you can see they are scattered scattered in the classroom their own playing, or lying, or lying or sitting, and occasionally play with a face showing a few of the face, straight eyes and innocent smile, wearing permeability of being closed metal mesh window watch intently for you.
They finally go out the window from the room, because we are coming. They are tall height varies crooked walk, every step is very calm, very firm. They sat on a small stool, into a semicircle around the small playground. They seldom exchange in their respective eyes of the world, there are, or obediently sitting alone, or loud to himself, or that we clamored with "Hello", or warm little hand out of it with our handshake. You can sit in his or her side, with the most simple words, with pure eyes, with the most expressive body, and they try to communicate with the soul, albeit a little effect, although they may only with a simple "Do you have any cookies" and other similar words to answer you, or just holding your hand tightly hold onto. You can see their eyes, sincere and powerful.
Start of the game, and we with them. Their applause will not be neat uniform, but full of longing and encouragement. They will jump for joy and ran toward the stage, they will shy and tense requires you to pull the living dead drag. Sometimes they will completely disregard the rules of the game laps around the arena, and sometimes they finally turned around on the stage, you broke free and ran toward the next slide, but also sometimes he would be immersed in the game itself only has eyes for the game and forget the game has been end. Finally a little girl sang a song, songs were once very popular is no longer popular, and she sang was not very good, but her innocent voice dedicated voice transmission will look very far away, the excitement has been a long time with me, that an old song called "Let the world filled with love." We are with them the game with, and will eventually turn from the start of the game from the game is over.
Before leaving, a radio reporter want to interview us, we do not accept. There is a voice deep in his heart has always been sound swing, their lives are equal and free, and all of us are the same. The poet Rainer Maria Rilke said, who at this time alone, it will always be loneliness. Our concern is their care, this is the meaning of life itself. At the moment, on the third floor windowsill on the wall a few bundles out of the red hot rhododendrons, vine wrapped with metal mesh indomitable delay the spread of Rao's, is opening up very lonely, yet warm and bright. Who is that life is everywhere.
(The next morning at the Jinan Park. Very strange time of writing this text has been very good with the keyboard, this time playing word actually stammered, and Do they always be beside me. Be grateful to Jinan University, Warm Touch Volunteers Association. 2003.12.19)
Author: zhulianbihe
