Life only belongs to us once. Wang Tingde's inspirational speech at the Municipal People's Congress.
Wang Tingde, male, born in 198 1, a native of Xunyang County, Shaanxi Province, is a second-class disabled orphan, a member of Shaanxi Writers Association, and now works as the secretary of the office of Anhuaya Disabled Welfare Enterprise. He has published literary works in many newspapers and periodicals in China, won the award of outstanding writers for the disabled in Shaanxi Province, and was cordially received by Jia Pingwa, a famous writer and chairman of the Provincial Writers Association. 20 1 1 Join the China Local Poets Association. 20 12 was elected as deputy secretary-general of Shaanxi Disabled Writers Association, special correspondent of Culture and Art Newspaper, model worker of Xunyang County, representative of county disabled persons' federation, volunteer of Shaanxi Charity Association and volunteer of western social service youth league.
Dear leaders and teachers,
Hello everyone!
It's a great honor to meet you here today and share, communicate and exchange my life experience with you. Today, the topic of my report is "Life only belongs to us once".
Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wang Tingde. I am 34 years old. I was born in Group 5, Anranzhai Village, Tongqianguan Town, the most remote rural area in 198 1 Xunyang. When I was two years old, I was disabled due to illness, which made me still a congenital malformation dwarf with a height of less than 1.2 meters, that is, a medical dwarf.
How much misfortune can a person bear? My father died young, my mother was mentally retarded and her eyesight was unclear, and her family was poor. A high fever at the age of one turned her into a dwarf with muscle weakness. This is the dilemma I have to face in my life. I am less than 1.2 meters tall, and I will be half shorter than normal people when I walk on the road. Before I was ten years old, a grandfather loved me very much and took me everywhere. At that time, I liked to catch fireflies and put them in bottles. Every time I fall asleep, grandpa lets me go again. He said that all living things like freedom and don't want to be imprisoned. Another time, a group of friends grabbed my Xiao Mu knife and came around to hit me. I threw myself into grandpa's arms, tears streaming down my face. That time, grandpa gave me a heavy slap in the face. He said I want you to live well. Through this incident, I later understood that people can't choose their own birth, but birth can't represent the whole of life.
Persistence is the key word of my life.
When I was a child, I was physically disabled and my family was poor. I have always envied seeing children of the same age carrying schoolbags to school. When going to school became an extravagant hope, I climbed under the windowsill of the village primary school classroom for two years and listened to the teacher. I don't know how many times I was driven away by the teacher, and I don't know how many falls I fell. A sudden rainstorm, I hurried back, but was thrown into a ditch. There are still traces of the broken right eyebrow at that time, but all this has never affected me to eavesdrop outside the classroom. I also mastered the knowledge of Grade Two.
199 1 one day, the headmaster of rural central primary school, He Yonglun, was out of date in front of my house and saw me writing on a bench under the eaves. After he learned about my situation, he asked me to recite the multiplication formula of 998 1 and let me write "Spring Dawn" from memory. When I finished all this successfully, He Laoshi was very happy. He agreed to let me go to school. At that time, I was.
In order to go to school, I overcame many unimaginable difficulties, such as chopping wood, peeling holly bark and digging turmeric in Shan Ye. Soon, I passed grade one, grade two and grade three. At this time, I have deeply felt the importance of knowledge, and I am even more eager to continue to go to school.
That was the second semester of 1994. After the final exam of Tongqianguan Township Central Primary School, the primary school teachers in each village led their children back to the village, but I looked around and eagerly inquired where the principal's office was. At that time, teacher Jiang Tonglian from Anranzhai Village Primary School inquired about my story and took me to President He's office. President He asked me about my study and allowed me to continue to go to school. But the central primary school is 3.5 kilometers away from my home. It is difficult for me to go to school every day, and I have to live in the school. At that time, I couldn't even take out the quilt for accommodation, and I was sad at home all day. It was suggested that I might get help from the county civil affairs bureau. At that time, I was as bright as straw, desperate to catch the state-run bus to the county seat. In this way, with the help of Xunyang County Civil Affairs Bureau and Tongqianguan Township Government, I solved the living expenses and quilts, and got the consent of the school to sell instant noodles at school.
Speaking of life, I have asked myself more than a thousand times: Why am I alive? What am I living for? When I am alone at night, I often think of a summer vacation more than ten years ago. When I went up the mountain to pay for my study, I was stung by a native bee. That kind of pain almost killed me, because there was no money for treatment, and it took me more than 20 days to get out of the gate of hell. But fortunately, there are still many good people in the world. One day, I took some wild hemp skins and sold them in a nearby agency. A car full of wild hemp skin stopped in front of me and asked me what to do with it. I said I was going to sell it. He asked me how much I was going to sell. I said I was going to buy school equipment. He said? Oh, you were a student! I bought your things. ? He said, give me 10 yuan. This is just a microcosm of it. Looking back on the road I have traveled, there are too many things that I can't forget. I can't forget the bus driver Liu Jiahong, who sent me back and forth for free during my three years in junior high school. I can't forget being a reporter in the village. After I fainted in the interview, I was saved by the old man with five guarantees. I can't forget the concern and encouragement from all walks of life. Up to now, the names of each of them have been condensed into four big characters, that is, love is boundless.
As long as a person lives in gratitude, he will always be a strong person in the face of setbacks.
After graduating from junior high school, I couldn't continue to go to school. During that more than a month, I often climbed into the Woods silently, banging my head with my fist and crying. Fortunately, my first novel "The Life of Trekking" was published in "Selected Excellent Compositions of Middle Schools in China", which aroused strong repercussions. The article of a junior high school student in Shangougou can be published in influential journals in China. The junior high school in the mountainous area suddenly boiled like a frying pan. Later, I received more than 300 letters from readers in 13 provinces and cities all over the country, expressing heartfelt sympathy for my experience and sending me money and things in succession, encouraging me mentally and materially, which greatly improved my interest in writing. I always tell myself: be patient, be strong, and don't cry. I will turn grief into strength, and I swear I will show it to others. Even a disabled person who graduated from junior high school has it.
As an adult, job hunting has repeatedly hit a wall and life has become more and more embarrassing. I'm a journalist writing news, and I still stick to my dream of writing. During the interview, I walked very tired and fell to the ground. I just crawled like a snail, kneeling on my knees, crawling on all fours and cramping my knees. I can't climb a few steps, so I have no strength. I only climb on the ground, move my chin, move my body slowly, and climb inch by inch on the country road.
I still remember that I stayed in Xi 'an for nearly a month and looked for many units, but no one hired me and ignored me. Later, I finally got a job washing dishes in a small restaurant. Because I didn't eat much for more than 20 days, I was exhausted, fainted, and the bowl was broken. This hard-won job was fired like this.
It was a rainy day. As usual, I was selling newspapers in Ankang, and I met a noble man on Yucai Road in Ankang. He is the principal of Xu Xingtang, the city sunshine school. It was he who recommended me to participate in the computer training course for impoverished disabled people in Ankang organized by World Vision and provincial and municipal charities. This seems to inject fresh blood into my dream. I hold a young heart and look forward to those beautiful things coming into my life again. But my little hand like a silkworm chrysalis can't reach the position of the keyboard at all, so I practice calligraphy very slowly. After two weeks, my hand was swollen like a steamed bun, and every time I pressed the keyboard, it hurt like hell, and my face was still sweating. Everyone advised me not to learn. I am still confident to say that since my grandfather died, I have no family to rely on. You're on your own. Survival, study and ideal are my primary tasks. Although I don't have the sound physique of Sun Shaoping in Ordinary World, I am as passionate and persistent in pursuing happiness and ideals as he is, with firm belief and infinite love for life. It is under the support of ideals and beliefs that I have persisted, and now I can type more than 90 words per minute.
In the summer of 1997, when I was promoted from primary school to junior high school, I saw my classmates signing up one after another. I'm still worried at home. I don't even have a fare of 2 yuan, let alone the tuition fee of 100 yuan required in the admission notice. Why am I alive? What am I living for? I know, close your eyes and jump, and it's over.
In fact, everyone has two different selves in their hearts. One is strong and the other is weak. At this time, I came to Xunyang County again and watched the river choppy. I thought at that time, are you asking me to walk with you in the water of the Ten Days River? I knelt by the railing of the bridge and began to cry. Crying about my own misery, crying about living in this world, crying about my parents' incompetence, crying about my confused life ... The sound of the river beating on the shore stimulates my heart, and I seem to hear a soft voice: this man, you have lost the whole sky. Jump, jump, the Yellow River is your destination. Just when I tried to jump over the guardrail of the bridge, I was rescued by the patrolling traffic police and drove to their unit. After asking about my situation, everyone gave me 20 yuan and 10 yuan, and soon a pile of money piled up in front of me. I also signed up in time before school started. After learning about my experience, the school, like the primary school, exempted me from all expenses. For living expenses, I bought an old camera with the money donated by the traffic police, and took photos in the society on Saturday and Sunday. It turns out that I have been living with help and understanding. No one in this world owes me, but I owe the world! I am not qualified to give up on myself! My life doesn't belong to me, I'm involved with many people! Live hard and happiness won't miss me!
Yes, how can I sell myself short and kill my will? Why should I kill my faith and give up my pursuit? Disabled people also have eager desire and unyielding struggle! Disabled people also need applause from others! Disabled people also want to be appreciated! Disabled people are also eager to have a platform to play their strengths! The pain of physical disability and poverty will never kidnap my soul! Impulse is the devil, how can I stage a tragedy! My tears should not be my own disability, but my own life after disability!
Disabled people, if you are not strong, who will you show your weakness to?
Paul is disabled and leads his own life. Zhang Haidi is disabled, and he leads a life of individuality. Although I live in an isolated mountain village, I have to live a different life.
What is the most basic life? I can eat what people can eat and wear what people can wear.
Because of my disability, even though I have a skill, I still hit a wall on the way to apply for a job. Within a year, I found 150 employers, all of which ended in failure, and I often went to Lacrimosa. Just when I was feeling desperate, I came to Cigou Town, Hanbin District, with the help of the Municipal Charity Association, and worked in a shop with typing, photocopying and small Internet cafes opened by a friend with the same disability, and finally got a temporary place to stay.
In order to live a decent life and enrich my life, no matter how rough and hard life is, I always keep my eyes open. While doing my job well for my boss, I always look for the warmth of the world from a unique perspective. I always hold the pen in my hand, enthusiastically describing and eulogizing the truth, goodness and beauty, and lashing the false, evil and ugly. It has been published in Western Legal News, Shaanxi Rural News and Sanqin Metropolis Daily. Gnome reporter? . He was elected as the Deputy Secretary-General of Shaanxi Disabled Writers Association, as a good youth in Ankang City, and as a self-improvement model for the disabled by Xunyang County Government.
As a disabled youth, I don't want to indulge in the days when I can have a meal. While writing for a long time, I pursue progress and strive to improve my overall quality. At the end of 20 10, I was lucky enough to join the Shaanxi Writers Association and was awarded as an outstanding disabled writer in Shaanxi Province.
By chance, I sponsored a girl begging at the station and helped her find her self-esteem and direction in life. From then on, I had the idea of writing this autobiographical documentary novel. In 2002, I said in an exclusive interview with the media? I want to write a book to share my growing experience and struggle with all disabled compatriots and young friends, hoping to infect everyone, learn to be kind to life and laugh at life. ? After work, taking time off to write has almost become my habit. In my spare time, I conceive fragments of the manuscript in my mind, and those people and things appear repeatedly in my mind like movie fragments. ? After two years of writing, the autobiographical novel "The World Don't Look Up" with 20 1 1 97000 words was finally completed. With my dreams as the background and the inspiration of the disabled as the theme, this book truly records my growth story of smiling and courageously facing life with the help of all walks of life during my childhood, study and job hunting.
Many people are curious about my title and ask me why I am named like this. That's because, no matter how humble life is, there is his pride and pride, no matter how bleak life looks, there is a future and hope worth pursuing; That's because I believe that a person's height is determined by his spiritual height. So I want to tell people that no matter what a person has experienced or is experiencing, as long as he doesn't give up, don't give up his dreams and work hard, there is no need to look up in this world!
20 1 165438+20031October, this manuscript was officially published by Northwest University Press with the support of the provincial charity association, and was recommended by famous writers Chen and Jia Pingwa, the host of Shaanxi TV Station, and the cultural and sports news department of Shaanxi Daily. The preface was written by Qi Yali, Deputy Secretary of the Party Group of the Provincial Writers Association and now Minister Zhou Yufeng of the Organization Department of Ankang Municipal Committee. 20 14 northwest university press revised and published "the world need not look up". At the reader's meeting held in Anwanbang Bookstore, Liu, former deputy director of the Standing Committee of the Provincial People's Congress and president of the charity association, and Zhou Yufeng, organization minister of Ankang Municipal Committee personally congratulated and delivered warm speeches. This book, which is about to enter the national farmer's bookstore, also won the second prize of Shaanxi Charity Cultural Works and the first prize of 20 14 Shaanxi Disabled Writers' Endeavour Literature Award.
Life has been living in love and being loved, and I have received more care. In order to repay my love, while I am self-reliant, I am also trying to repay the society and participate in the ranks of public welfare. Donate money for Wenchuan, Yushu earthquake and Ankang 718 flood, help disabled young people install fake branches, write reports to help sick students, help Xunyang disabled writer Wang Xiaodong, and so on. On April 23rd this year, that is, World Reading Day, with the support of good people, I visited Anxi Primary School in Ziyang County and presented 150 copies of The World to the children here, and made a public speech. The children were laughing all the time when they first came out. After listening to my speech, the scene became silent and the teacher was no longer required to maintain order. There was spontaneous applause.
We will always thank the party and the government for sending care and warmth to the hearts of our disabled people in time. During the Chinese New Year, I visited condolences again and again. Subsidize poor children to study again and again. Year after year, rice and flour are specially provided, and village visits and field trips are made again and again. With the help of one family after another, it is unfortunate but also fortunate that we disabled people can meet so much infinite care.
Life is short, and for the disabled, it may be shorter. I always believe that in my limited life, I will still strengthen my study and continue my literary creation to prove to the world how my poems and novels that I grew up in the cracks fully bloom. I always want to see the prosperity of Ankang shining in my pen in my limited life. I firmly believe that life always favors those who are hard-working and strong. When I need to suffer in a bleak day, I have no choice but to be strong.
Life only belongs to us once. As a disabled person, I feel the same as all healthy people. I love the land under my feet, because this affectionate land of Ankang never lacks warmth and great love. The road ahead is still very long, and there are still many difficulties and twists and turns. American writers spend money to experience the cruel reality, and I can also resist all external setbacks with the mentality of experiencing life.
I have a dream. I like to listen to the story of this dream: once upon a time, there was a hunchbacked child with a big bag on his back. Others laughed at him, but he thought he was an angel. He said that with another pair of wings hidden on his bulging back, he would fly higher than many people. ? You can go as far as your dreams are. I also want to plug in the wings of dreams and fly like this child! ?
Finally, let me end my speech with a sentence from China and Paul Zhang Haidi, that is, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly!
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