Except for a pair of smart eyes and beautiful hair, he is almost completely paralyzed from the neck down. She read thousands of books with her lips and tongue, and wrote seventy to eighty diaries and hundreds of thousands of words of poetry, prose, and novels with amazing perseverance. Her poetry monograph "Above the Mountains" has been published by Sichuan University Press. Her novel "The Temptation of the Snake" and her autobiographical novel "Love, Just Hurt" will also be published soon. Her touching deeds have aroused interest in readers through the media. A strong shock.
“The experience of medical treatment was too profound and painful for me. Every time I entered the hospital with hope, and every time I walked out of the hospital disappointed, I felt that my The disease is more stubborn than cancer, but I still long to move my hands - play with the computer, play the erhu, and play the piano - as a woman, I also want to knit a sweater for my beloved man, that is How happy!"
This is the sound that trembles in Lai Yu's heart.
Lai Yu was born on the fifth day of October 1963 in Fushun Village, Sichuan Province. One day when she was one year old, she developed a high fever, and her father thought she had a cold. One day when the father consciously went to tease his daughter, he found that his daughter could hardly move her hands and feet. A bout of polio took away her health and happiness forever.
His father went around Sichuan to seek medical treatment behind Lai Yu’s back, including surgery, acupuncture, surgery and medicine, but to no avail. In order to cure the disease, the family was in debt, forcing Lai Yu's father to learn acupuncture. He hoped that his father's love would move God. He pricked and pricked his daughter, but she could only cry and could not move. Sometimes the father almost begged and said: "My child, please move, why don't you move?" Looking at his daughter, the father hugged her and cried loudly. stand up. What’s even more sad is that Lai Yu’s sister, one year younger, also died of the same disease at the age of 5.
Lai Yu is now 36 years old and weighs about 20 kilograms, but she never gives in to the disease and works hard to achieve the ideal state of life.
Lai Yu spent his childhood on the back of his sister, and then "walked" on the backs of his classmates from elementary school to junior high school. Because she didn't want to trouble her teachers and classmates, Lai Yu never went to the toilet at school. She held it in when she wanted to relieve herself. Her scalp was numb and her lips were blue from holding it in, but she still gritted her teeth and remained silent.
How difficult must reading and writing be for a severely disabled person who needs help to feed him when he eats, to carry his hands to relieve himself, and when he sleeps and turns over?
Someone helped put Lai Yu’s special wooden reading stool on his feet, so that Lai Yu, who could lower his head slightly, could use his lips and tongue to lick the pages of the book; A special wooden writing stool was placed on her feet. Then she had to help her lift her left hand and place it on the stool. Then she helped her insert the pen between the thumb and index finger of Lai Yu's left hand. The manuscript paper was placed horizontally on the stool so that Lai Yu could Write slowly from top to bottom on the manuscript paper. It often takes Lai Yu more than two hours to "crawl" a 300-word manuscript paper. After the "crawling" is completed, someone has to help rotate the manuscript paper 90 degrees to the left to facilitate reading.
In this way, with tenacious perseverance, Lai Yu completed the Sichuan University self-study class and the "People's Literature" Creation Correspondence Center (it was the then "People's Literature" editor-in-chief Wang Meng who received Lai Yu's letter of study. He received Lai Yu for free, and Wang Meng wrote to Lai Yu personally to encourage her to create well); he taught himself English and Esperanto, and wrote a large number of literary works. In 1997, Lai Yu was rated as one of the "Top Ten Talents for Self-improvement" by the Sichuan Provincial People's Government. He is one of the "Best" disabled people, and in 1998 he was awarded the honorable title of "Advanced Individual with Disabilities". On June 28, 1998, Ms. Zhuang Shuzhen, a 52-year-old blind artist who is a member of the Singapore Chapter of the American Society for Special Talents and a printmaking lecturer at the Lansall Art School in Singapore, came to Lai Yu with the support of her assistant and cordially communicated with Lai Yu. , exploring issues in life and art.
"My life is not a breeze, it is a smile that you can see, it is a song that you can hear, and it is my greatest pride." After Tu Laiyu recited this prose poem at the Song of the Strong literary evening hosted by Sichuan TV Station, many viewers shed tears of emotion.
In 1983 and 1991, Lai Yu lost her mother and father who loved her deeply. In addition to the care of her sister Lai Han and brother Lai Zhaoping, among the countless kind-hearted people who care about her, there is a Sichuan woman who has been caring for Lai Yu 24 hours a day for 12 years. Her name is Zeng Yuncong. She is 28 years old this year. Even if she gets married or has children, Don't want to leave Lai Yu even half a step. Her husband couldn't figure it out and divorced Zeng Yuncong.
Lai Yu’s family is a family of three: Lai Yu, Zeng Yuncong, and Zeng Yuncong’s two-and-a-half-year-old son. Zeng Yuncong said that Lai Yu will definitely accompany him on the long road of life.
What is commendable is that although Lai Yu is paralyzed in bed, he still insists on supporting himself. With the support of others, Lai Yu bought a tricycle and hired someone to operate it to support the family's expenses. All of Lai Yu's royalties were donated to Project Hope.
For more than thirty springs, summers, autumns and winters, Lai Yu’s joys and sorrows are unimaginable to anyone. She often said to others: "In addition to books, they are my air, my blood, my Feet, my eyes, my flying wings, the best word I know is the word 'health'. "Can Lai Yu's health dream come true? Kind people sincerely wish her good health soon.
(The author’s original article appeared from 1998 to January 1999, first published in Family Doctor Newspaper, and later reprinted by Jiangxi Daily, Jiangxi Worker’s News, Public Health News, etc.)
This is a girl I interviewed in Sichuan in 1998. Her deeds deeply shocked me. The following is her self-narration on CCTV, which is forwarded to my blog to express my blessings and concern for Lai Yu.
On all sunny days, I am willing to look up at the blue sky quietly, imagining that I am the little bird spreading its wings and singing loudly, and countless dreams about flying will bloom in colorful colors at this time. The flowers are fragrant in every scenery inside and outside the clouds, making my heart full of longing and sadness.
How great it would be if I could stand up! How great it would be if I could take one step and then another! This is an eternal black luxury, because when I was babbling and toddling, the disease cruelly broke my wings, allowing me to taste loneliness and pain at a young age, and then I understood The meaning of envy and regret.
I often look at the children who go to school carefree with their schoolbags on their backs, and my heart is itchy with envy. The spacious and bright classrooms, the loud sound of reading, and those basketballs, table tennis and badmintons that are endowed with magic by pairs of arms.
I envy those couples who are inseparable and only hold an umbrella. One day, that girl will become a mother, and as she gives birth to life, her own life will be perfected and sublimated. Love is a magical power, it can make a beggar become a rich man, and it can also make the ugly Quasimodo deeply admired.
I even hope that I am the peasant woman selling vegetables, free to experience the hardships of survival and the joy of sweat watering in the ups and downs and bargaining.
However, fate does not allow me to choose. It only allows me to think that I am destined to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. On a rainy evening, I sadly clearly saw the coldness of reality. But I didn't back down, and I never dared to give up easily, because I had no way out. I said to myself: Since fate is destined for me to endure, let all the sufferings come together! Maybe life will be crushed into powder, but my unyielding soul is still flying proudly!
My thoughts were like a fallen leaf, floating in the confused air. I saw the rain reflecting the metallic light on the fallen leaves. Such fragile leaves can emit hard light, so can my wheelchair crush my own life trajectory in the mud?
I will shed tears, sweat and bleed, and even the destination I reach is nothing but a desert, a wasteland. When I used my left hand to slowly slide across the horizontal manuscript paper to form a poem, and when I turned the pages with difficulty with my lips and the tip of my tongue, I realized the truth and weight that many people cannot understand in their lifetime.
Human life is short and insignificant, especially when I am in close contact with nature, I feel more painfully how humble I am, but this also makes me integrate into the embrace of the earth more freely. . Under the caress of the earth's sparkling light, I was like a pilgrim, bending down as hard as I could toward the spring of joy in my heart, letting its warmth flow into my dry limbs.
My wheelchair crushed the cold wind in the north. My wheelchair disturbed the dreams of Qiang girls. My wheelchair crushed the cicadas chirping in the depths of the bamboo sea. What’s even more incredible is that my wheelchair The wheelchair actually climbed to the top of Mount Emei! I clearly remember that there were twelve miles of steep and slippery stone stairs from the Jieyin Hall to the Golden Summit. My friends took turns hugging me along the way, and I was sweating and panting. I was so moved that I wanted to cry, but I smiled and sang because I wanted my friends to know how happy I was!
On the Golden Summit, I saw the boundless sea of ??clouds and the Buddha’s light that was so wonderful that it made people shed tears! And when the sun broke through the clouds and burst out, I firmly believed that I had completely defeated the disease, defeated fate, and surpassed myself! I shouted loudly so that the spirits deep in the Buddha's light could hear my voice. I am the golden warrior of life!
The wheelchair is my chariot. Every time I worship nature, the rolling sound of the wheelchair is like my soul taking off again and again. Aren’t the two tracks it creates the runway for me to take off? ?
In the ups and downs of life, my wheelchair and I took off and danced. The farther I walked, the deeper I dug into my soul.
My wheelchair and dreams are heading towards the mountains...