I read quietly in an empty corner. Suddenly, a young woman touched my arm gently. I'm just curious about what happened. She gave me a piece of paper:
Silent world, caring for the deaf.
As soon as I saw this theme, I couldn't help feeling pity, but I killed the idea in an instant, because I suddenly realized that pity might be a disguised injury to them. I took the paper and left my name on the donor. Due to lack of money, the donation amount was only 20 yuan, but I put the money into the donation box seriously. Maybe this is a small number, but it is the value in my heart. I think it's more than that, 20 yuan. After that, she took out a red rope from her bag and wrote "I wish you a safe life" in my hand with a pen. I smiled and wrote down the word thank you and put the string on my hand.
I feel sorry for the deaf. Because in such a colorful world, they have never even heard cicadas and birds singing in nature. How can this not be regrettable? From birth to now, they can't even express their emotions in words. How can they not make people feel distressed?
Yes, we listen to voices from all corners around us every day. We complained about the noise of the world more than once or twice. We never thought how happy those deaf-mute people would be to hear such an unbearable voice in our eyes, even if it was only for one day. We chat and even quarrel with our parents, friends and lovers every day. How happy are we in their eyes? When we sleep and dream every day, we always dream that we will become famous overnight, become rich overnight and so on. I think the dream of deaf-mute people is to hear what they say with their ears one day!
People who have been or are now down and out may feel the pain and helplessness of the deaf. Like us, they also have dreams and yearn for a better life, but the suffering of God arrival on them makes them unable to move. No matter how hard it is, it is helpless and sad. Only then did I remember that I had cried for some minor setbacks. Now, by contrast, our hearts are desolate, but their hearts are covered with frost.
For them, I deeply sympathize with their misfortune, but I want to express that we can't change these defects, but this is not the definition of failure. Life is a forging process from iron to steel. You must maintain and water your flower of life with your passion, so you can't cut off the pulse of life.
May all the deaf-mute people in the world get their wishes and all the best!