Author Meng Zhaoqi Everyone’s heart is a city, and everyone’s city grows their own dreams. My life is destined to be unique. But my life is colorful. Every child is an angel, and every child will be loved by his parents. From the moment I come to the world, I am destined to live

Author Meng Zhaoqi

Everyone’s heart is a city, and everyone’s city grows their own dreams. My life is destined to be unique. But my life is colorful. Every child is an angel, and every child will be loved by his parents. From the moment I come to the world, I am destined to live a unique life.

I dreamed of having big feet, I dreamed of being able to dance around, I dreamed of wearing red dancing shoes, I dreamed of being able to run around like all girls. But all this became a luxury at the moment of my birth. If you borrow auspicious words from a friend, you don’t have to be sad. It’s because God jealous of you and stole something that originally belonged to you, but I really want to ask this person named God why he had to tie me and the wheelchair together. Why did he deprive me of the right to walk, and why did he let me suffer from those cold eyes?

The summer of 1992 was destined to be much colder than before, because my birth brought infinite sorrow to my parents and family. When I was one year old, I saw that other children could walk by themselves, but I couldn't, so my mother took me to the hospital. And a diagnosis certificate completely changed my life and also shattered my parents' hearts. That's right, I suffered from a disease called cerebral palsy in children. This terrible monster will trap me for the rest of my life, so that I can no longer walk, nor play with other children, and I am destined to be with a wheelchair all day long. When other children were playing, I was lying on the hospital bed. When other children were taking KFC McDonald's, I was taking the mountain of pills. When other children came to the hospital for injections and infusions, they would cry, but I didn't know that it was not because it didn't hurt, but because I knew that it would be useless to cry tomorrow. I once asked my mother why I can’t play with other children. My mother’s heart was broken at that time and told me, child, because you are an angel, angels are destined to be different from others, so others are playing stupidly and you are doing your own things.

My business...My business is to get injections, infusions, and take medicine all day long, day after day, year after year, and it is not finished.

Now that I have grown up, I know that I have this disease, so I can only apply medicine all day long. I don't blame anyone. Today, I am in my thirties and I just want to ask, why did I choose this disease?

Memories always want to cry. Looking back on the days before, it really seems like yesterday...

I grew up slowly, and going to school has become the biggest problem. How can a person who can't even walk on the road go to school? But my mother didn't think so, and insisted on sending me to school. I don't know how much she cried and she shed tears, and how many people she begged for me, so I got an opportunity to go to school in my children's elementary school. From the first day I went to elementary school, my mother took me to school in the wind and rain. I went to elementary school in a daze. The teachers and classmates in the school were very kind to me and would write a few words of encouragement when writing comments at the end of the semester. Until now, I still remember a teacher who said to me: Child, as long as you don’t treat yourself as a disabled person, others have no right to compare you with your disabled person. It was the teacher’s encouragement that kept me going all the way to this day. I often think that without such teachers and classmates, I might not be able to support the present. When I am tired or sad, they will come to me to encourage me and support me to keep going like this.

Slowly, six years of primary school life ended. When I was in junior high school, I began to find that I was particularly interested in writing. I began to write desperately, writing when I was happy, and writing when I was unhappy. I gradually discovered that literature is the most sincere material in the world. Due to my physical condition, when I walked on the road with a crutch, I often had some strange eyes, either sad, merciful, or a pity. For their fingers behind me, I was powerless to resist and didn't want to resist, because it was futile. Since I had such a disease, you must bear it, but in the world of literature, I can be willful and unruly. Over the years, literature has gradually become my partner, confidant, and mentor. When I was unhappy, I would ask the books, and it always gave me the most correct guidance. I can't help but say thank you to literature.

Time always slips away in a silent place, and I can only look forward.

October 2017 is destined to be extraordinary. This year, I was 25 years old. I embraced life with a new look and faced suffering. This year, I have a new identity - a disabled person liaison who works in the community.

Yes, I finally found my own group, like a child who has been away from home for many years, found the way home and embarked on a happy journey. The happiness and excitement are beyond words. There are too many people to thank along the way. Since I have this hard-won job, my life every day has become rich and colorful. I have been constantly exposed to more and more disabled brothers and sisters like me. Among them, there are those who are less disabled than me and those who are heavier than me. Whenever I see them, it is like seeing microcosm of myself, traveling through thorns and riding the wind and waves. I am willing to extend my hands and contribute all my strength to help them and help all those who need help like me, just like there are many good people in society who have been helping me selflessly.

Life is endless, and I struggle endlessly. After work, I still read books in my spare time. Reading simple and powerful words often makes me cry. Before I became a liaison officer for the disabled, I really didn’t know that the disabled group is so large. There are so many people who have an unfortunate fate like me. As a disabled person in the new era, as a representative of them, I cannot give up on myself and cannot recover. I must face this bloody and painful life. Life kisses me with pain, and I will sing it with songs!

Editor: Intern Zhou Aojun