Photography/Dong Xinlin
Old photos/Yan Yuan
Editor/Li Guangyou
My name is Huang,
But I never saw a glimmer of light,
I was born blind,
Groping and growing in the dark.
What I remember most about my childhood is that,
When I was a child, I liked to ride on my father's shoulders.
My father's rough palm grabbed me and said as he walked.
"Look, the flowers are blooming and the plants are growing.
White clouds are fluttering in the sky, and the Fuxi River flows quietly ... "
My eyes seem to be colorful and fascinating.
When I was a child, I loved pushing a small bench at home and bumping it around.
I often hear a sigh, and someone turns over and gets out of bed with a click.
Later, I learned that my father often changed his day shift to night shift for me.
I play like this, and my father's rest during the day is affected.
I'm a little sensible, and I won't mess around with small stools as toys anymore.
Play quietly on the sofa, climb down and climb up.
One day after dinner, I was playing on the sofa and accidentally stepped on something.
I only heard a scream, which made me sweat my clothes!
Later, I learned that I kicked my father's right eye, which was as swollen as a peach!
I crouched aside, waiting to be punished,
Unexpectedly, a pair of familiar rough hands held my face without saying a word.
Tears drop on my face. ...
My father led me into a special education school with his rough palm.
When my parents heard that I had a talent for music, they immediately found me an enlightenment teacher.
Later, he worshipped the erhu teacher Liang as his teacher.
There is also a vocal music professor, Luo Lizhang, who sang "The Road to Sunshine" with his teacher.
At the age of seven, I won the first prize of outstanding artistic talents of Chengdu students.
At the age of 24, he has won more than 40 provincial, municipal and national awards.
My father took me with his rough palm and walked through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Through thorns and thistles, climb mountains and climb mountains to pursue my ideal.
Father's Day is coming, so I am grateful for "Father's love is like a mountain" and "Mother's love is like water".
Thanks to my teacher, my senior!
My song of gratitude and tears,
May parents in the world spend the Spring and Autumn safely and be happy and healthy!