Author Zhao Chunmei, whose net name is Dream of the World of mortals, is from Datong, Shanxi. He cultivated his mind in words and awakened in the secular world. Representative works include I am waiting for you in autumn, I am waiting for you in winter snow, and you said you would send me a snowflake.
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I came into this world, but I didn't come at the right time. I opened my eyes in the dark, and I saw the ferocity in the dark. I don't understand. Shouldn't the world be beautiful? Why is this happening?
The gloomy cell, bloody instruments of torture and shackles seemed to pull my heart and make a harsh voice. I don't understand why people are different. Some people are obviously demons, but they are covered with human skin. Some people are angels, but their wings are locked by handcuffs.
My mother brought me into this world, but I was imprisoned in this place where I shouldn't belong by a wolf in human skin. I am my mother's child, but I am regarded as a treasure by all the people in my cell. They have the same name as "comrades"
In this dark place, although I have never seen the grass in spring or the stream flowing, I have witnessed the truest and purest friendship in the world. When we join hands, they can't be beaten or crushed, standing on the backbone of steel for more children like me.
The abuser screamed hysterically, while the bloody mothers smiled calmly and freely, because they knew that spring was not far away and winter was about to pass!
My mother's hands are covered with bamboo sticks. I asked my mother if you hurt. Mom smiled so brightly that she said, honey, spring is coming, and winter will be crazy. If the grass wants to drill out of the frozen land, it will only be as strong as King Kong, and it will usher in the warm spring sun.
In this cold world, I am a radish head surrounded by love, that pencil that can't be shorter, holding the belief of never giving up. That rough piece of toilet paper, traced down, is a free paradise.
But spring came, and winter gave up the last struggle. They want to burn the world into a barren land with torches. I had to follow my mothers and ended my short career when the sun was about to rise.
The moment I fell down, I heard teacher Chun's trumpet. I saw the spring breeze blowing the earth green, and there were tears in my mother's eyes that didn't fall before smiling at death. She didn't do it for herself. She was the only tear that didn't get me out of the darkness before dawn.
I don't regret coming to this world to find my mother. Where I fall, radish seedlings will grow all over the world in spring, so I will bloom, so I will jump, and I also smell the sun. The sky above me is free, the land under my feet is free, and my free friend is by my side.
Today, dear children, have you seen that in the smiling face of every little flower, there is a lovely shadow of radish head, and that red flag, which is hotter than the sun, is the history embroidered by my mother with faith and blood. Their flesh and blood stood up the great motherland, and the beautiful Le Bang rose where they fell.
The red scarf around your neck is tied with the radish's first life desire. This is the corner of hope that my mother cut for me from that red flag. You must love her. You must study hard. Don't forget that radish's envious eyes are at your feet. I want to chase the warm sunshine with you. I want to fly with you. I also have an ideal.
Today is national day, radish head is back. I want to see the places I have been. I want to touch the five-star red flag. I want to sing the national anthem loudly with you!