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the opportunity to let me out of my body city sights, less to attend a tourist group. To such occasion
I was invited to a day of travel, wujiaqu agricultural or five creek, a new farm-turned
32 kilometers, is apart from the urumqi city, I have never been to the place. not
I accepted the invitation without hesitation.
This is an outing local organizations of the disabled persons' federation. A 30-strong party's "special citizens" and take care of them, and it was a "special group
"By people with cerebral palsy, polio, permanent spinal cord injuries. Some sitting in wheelchairs and crutches some lean on, and some limped their head and hands tightly in the point of view of the strange turn. They can create a unique attraction in yourself! But I everyone wore
A happy face and talked living each other, I joined the many on April 30, 2009.
"Disabled" has been rude remarks, but for my subconscious to admit
I because I belong to that "a lot." I live in a world
"Normal." I can't literally what's in my parents' care. The use of the Internet and mastery of English have pushed me away from consciousness further I disabled. To this
At that moment, I, for the second time, standing in the cool morning air and "a lot
"" wait for the bus, I become more than ever conscious of my" neurological problem, "and an hour of waiting seems to be endless.
Finally, here comes the bus. I got on with my mother and choose a seat
In the second row window. The engines when everyone sitting together
Guarantee wheelchair in the aisle. From an attractive gnome miss two
In my seat to it, I take my eyes and focus it on the window. The past corn fields, and your vineyards, and your vegetables plantation, the bus stopped
After hours in looks like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called "4 th annual exhibition tulips."
Tulip! Tulip! Noble, elegant, charming plant! Why is it that I plant looks almost like a gentle miss? The thumb girl asked me a picture book watching my mother in the past when I was young-narrative
A beautiful girl tulip-like to climb out of flowers I love tulips since, but didn't get a chance to get a real see them until now... .
But until the bus, under huge difficulty, a few feet
Close to the import of some 30 minutes, I just get off to catch up with the first thing I saw in my favorite flower.
Arrange in the fertile crescent beds are lush red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite warning "you stay in there, we will have a photo
Taken in it, "my hip to the latest I bed. Bend over, I help me stare at a specific tulips, six petals on a red" university student village officer"
The valve stem. Several half-folded around the stem long triangle leaf like two small set out if support bar and flowers. Without the thumb girl in the petals are discovered, but a tiny gold pistil stand straight in purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, support their own the sun
And the brightness of the I.
"Attention. Time to take the photos!!!" The support from the fans screamed. I turned around, and quietly packed into a swimming pool, a unified standard mode to "cheese! A true tourism", and then he started. Tulips.
Along with the mall red, yellow, pink, orange, red and purple, and red, cream, white, bead light is silver, purple flowers, light gold, rose red wine, the only color I know their names. Together they a wide array of colors
- - - magenta-yellow combination, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name just a few, creating a world of color. In the brick-wide ramshackle paved roads in
Flower, I became a clumsy butterfly looking for a perfect patch
Tulips. This goods is charming, I to my mother and partner. No, no, wait
I think this one is better... , I decided to not hesitate. Finally my head spin
Tulip overwhelmingly efforts to show off their tonal, the color, came down
My wings, get a conclusion, it's real hard to find a set of superior to any other, every color, each mode is a create they reflect natural-create preference and prejudice is a long time ago know human.
Now, tell your friends share doubles your happiness. I think this sentence a bit weak, when I see one of my friends in a wheelchair shooting flowers
And calcium. He is a handsome man in his 30 s. Ten years ago he broke his neck, and in a terrible accident paralyzed since abandoned.
"Wow, I hope I can have a camera like this." I went over and asked, "is this
A type? "
"Ah, 40 GB hard drive." He replied with a smile.
He smile makes my happiness grow at least five times.
"You want to take a picture of yourself?" Mother good-naturedly asks one teammates, serious polio. To my surprise, he responded with an enthusiastic nodded his head. His next move let me surprised. In the struggle he stood in a crooked legs, push his wheelchair go. A hand in his pocket, one hand and a bottle of water, his hoarse, "I'm ready."
This is nearly 3 o 'clock, we finally reached the other side of the road, where all of the members have a nice meal of fish. , we hopped on the bus is ready
To go back home.
Everyone was tired, trapped in return-except me. In silence, I stare at operation landscape of the window. Everything was back"
Normal "color-unattractive green and gray. A strange thought crossed my mind. Those tulip can be seen is a" strange ", "abnormal", or "disabled? "They can, in fact, as long as they put the natural differences.
May feel ashamed of unique appearance were given a
Thinking?
"It's all your fault! I should be more high, will not have
All this pain! "Suddenly, this exchange parent-daughter talk rang my ears, I watch the gnome miss, he wants her MP3 player ears and insert she like music. She likes obviously
"No, tulips," I want to say is, any tulips people feel sadness is abnormal, "you.
Just do pretty different, not disabled. For each of the thumb girl, here is a special tulip went to sleep. There is nothing wrong is very special, but it
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时间：2023-10-26 22:11
我被邀请到五家渠一日游，或五口之家溪，一个新的农场
市32公里，距从乌鲁木齐到我从未去过。没有最少
毫不犹豫地，我接受了邀请。
它是由当地残疾人联合会举办的郊游。 30强党的“特殊公民”和他们的照顾，这是一个“特殊群体”
“脑瘫，小儿麻痹症，和永久的脊髓损伤的人组成。一些坐轮椅，有的倚在拐杖，仍然有些一瘸一拐地与周围转动他们的头和手，多角度的捶胸顿足。他们可以创建一个以自己独特的吸引力！但他们每一个戴着
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时间：2023-10-26 22:11
雪峰
Come and walk on this beautiful way
This way leads to everlasting life happy
If you want to have a freedom life
Come and walk on this way
Come and walk on this wonderful way
All your pains in heart will run away
This way guided by all sages
Will leads to heaven directly
Come and walk on this miraculous way
Tomorrow a celestial being you will be
All kinds of beautiful sceneries you will see
Kind hearted people with you all the way
Come and walk on this Lifechanyuan way
Your life will be getting better and better day by day
Lovers dancing and singing night and day
For we are walking on the Greatest Creator's way
参考资料：雪峰文集
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时间：2023-10-26 22:12
I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned
city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons’ federation. A 30-strong party of “special citizens” and their caretakers, it was a “special group
” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore
a happy face and talked animatedly with one another as I joined the lot on April 30, 2009.
“Disabled” has always been a harsh word to me, however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was brought up in a world of
“normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousness that I am disabled. Right this
moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot
” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity.
Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the
window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all
the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two
seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one
hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”
Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted
a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them until now….
But it was not until the bus, with tremendous difficulty, maneuvered a few feet
closer to the entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get off to catch my first glimpse at my favorite flower.
Arranged in crescent beds are patches of red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest bed. Bending down, I fix my gaze at one particular tulip, which holds its six red petals on an upstanding
stem. Around the stem sprouted several half-folded triangular leaves like two little hands posed as if to support the stem and the flower. Inside the petals there is no little Thumbelina to be found but a tiny golden pistil standing up straight on purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, bracing itself up for the sun
’s and my glare.
“Attention. Time to take the photo!” Comes a shout from the crowd behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!” And then a real tour of tulips begins.
Along a tree-lined road there are red, yellow, pink, orange, magenta, crimson, cream, snowy white, pearly silver, dark purple, light gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I know by their names. They, together with a wide array of color
combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name a few, creates a world of colors. Tottering on the brick-wide path laid amidst the
flowers, I am turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search for the perfect patch
of tulips. This lot is charming, I yell to my mom and the companions. No, wait
, I think this one is even better…, I decide hesitantly. In the end I, dazzled
by an overwhelming effort of tulips to show off their tints and hues, haul down
my wings and come to a conclusion that it’s real hard to find one group superior to any other, for every color, every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created long before preference and prejudice were ever known to mankind.
To share something good with your friends doubles your happiness. I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers
with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late thirties. Ten years ago he broke his neck in a terrible work accident and has been left paralyzed since.
“Wow, I wish I could have a camera like this.” I walk over and ask, “Is this
a disc-type?”
“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
“You’d like to take a picture of yourself?” Mother good-naturedly asks one of the teammates with severe polio. To my surprise, he replies with an enthusiastic nod. His next move makes me gasp. In a struggle he stands up with one crooked leg and pushes his wheelchair away. One hand in the pocket and the other hand holding a bottle of water, he croaks, “I’m ready.”
It was nearly 3 o’clock that we finally reached the other end of the road, where all the members had a nice meal of fish. By 4:30, we hopped on the bus ready
to go back home.
Every one was tired and sleepy on the return trip – except me. In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window. Everything returned to the “
normal” color – unattractive green and gray. A strange thought flashed through my mind. Could all those tulips be seen as “strange”, “abnormal”, or “disabled?” They could, in fact, as long as they kept their natural differences.
Would they ever feel ashamed of their unique appearances had they been given a
thinking mind?
“This is all your fault! I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!” Suddenly, this exchange of a parent-daughter conversation rang in my ears, as I looked over to the midget young lady, who had her MP3 player plugged into her ears and apparently enjoyed music she loved.
“No, Tulip,” I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal, “You
are just being attractively different, not disabled. For every Thumbelina, there is one special tulip to sleep in. It’s nothing wrong to be special, but it’
d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.”
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时间：2023-10-26 22:11
the opportunity to let me out of my body city sights, less to attend a tourist group. To such occasion
I was invited to a day of travel, wujiaqu agricultural or five creek, a new farm-turned
32 kilometers, is apart from the urumqi city, I have never been to the place. not
I accepted the invitation without hesitation.
This is an outing local organizations of the disabled persons' federation. A 30-strong party's "special citizens" and take care of them, and it was a "special group
"By people with cerebral palsy, polio, permanent spinal cord injuries. Some sitting in wheelchairs and crutches some lean on, and some limped their head and hands tightly in the point of view of the strange turn. They can create a unique attraction in yourself! But I everyone wore
A happy face and talked living each other, I joined the many on April 30, 2009.
"Disabled" has been rude remarks, but for my subconscious to admit
I because I belong to that "a lot." I live in a world
"Normal." I can't literally what's in my parents' care. The use of the Internet and mastery of English have pushed me away from consciousness further I disabled. To this
At that moment, I, for the second time, standing in the cool morning air and "a lot
"" wait for the bus, I become more than ever conscious of my" neurological problem, "and an hour of waiting seems to be endless.
Finally, here comes the bus. I got on with my mother and choose a seat
In the second row window. The engines when everyone sitting together
Guarantee wheelchair in the aisle. From an attractive gnome miss two
In my seat to it, I take my eyes and focus it on the window. The past corn fields, and your vineyards, and your vegetables plantation, the bus stopped
After hours in looks like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called "4 th annual exhibition tulips."
Tulip! Tulip! Noble, elegant, charming plant! Why is it that I plant looks almost like a gentle miss? The thumb girl asked me a picture book watching my mother in the past when I was young-narrative
A beautiful girl tulip-like to climb out of flowers I love tulips since, but didn't get a chance to get a real see them until now... .
But until the bus, under huge difficulty, a few feet
Close to the import of some 30 minutes, I just get off to catch up with the first thing I saw in my favorite flower.
Arrange in the fertile crescent beds are lush red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite warning "you stay in there, we will have a photo
Taken in it, "my hip to the latest I bed. Bend over, I help me stare at a specific tulips, six petals on a red" university student village officer"
The valve stem. Several half-folded around the stem long triangle leaf like two small set out if support bar and flowers. Without the thumb girl in the petals are discovered, but a tiny gold pistil stand straight in purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, support their own the sun
And the brightness of the I.
"Attention. Time to take the photos!!!" The support from the fans screamed. I turned around, and quietly packed into a swimming pool, a unified standard mode to "cheese! A true tourism", and then he started. Tulips.
Along with the mall red, yellow, pink, orange, red and purple, and red, cream, white, bead light is silver, purple flowers, light gold, rose red wine, the only color I know their names. Together they a wide array of colors
- - - magenta-yellow combination, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name just a few, creating a world of color. In the brick-wide ramshackle paved roads in
Flower, I became a clumsy butterfly looking for a perfect patch
Tulips. This goods is charming, I to my mother and partner. No, no, wait
I think this one is better... , I decided to not hesitate. Finally my head spin
Tulip overwhelmingly efforts to show off their tonal, the color, came down
My wings, get a conclusion, it's real hard to find a set of superior to any other, every color, each mode is a create they reflect natural-create preference and prejudice is a long time ago know human.
Now, tell your friends share doubles your happiness. I think this sentence a bit weak, when I see one of my friends in a wheelchair shooting flowers
And calcium. He is a handsome man in his 30 s. Ten years ago he broke his neck, and in a terrible accident paralyzed since abandoned.
"Wow, I hope I can have a camera like this." I went over and asked, "is this
A type? "
"Ah, 40 GB hard drive." He replied with a smile.
He smile makes my happiness grow at least five times.
"You want to take a picture of yourself?" Mother good-naturedly asks one teammates, serious polio. To my surprise, he responded with an enthusiastic nodded his head. His next move let me surprised. In the struggle he stood in a crooked legs, push his wheelchair go. A hand in his pocket, one hand and a bottle of water, his hoarse, "I'm ready."
This is nearly 3 o 'clock, we finally reached the other side of the road, where all of the members have a nice meal of fish. , we hopped on the bus is ready
To go back home.
Everyone was tired, trapped in return-except me. In silence, I stare at operation landscape of the window. Everything was back"
Normal "color-unattractive green and gray. A strange thought crossed my mind. Those tulip can be seen is a" strange ", "abnormal", or "disabled? "They can, in fact, as long as they put the natural differences.
May feel ashamed of unique appearance were given a
Thinking?
"It's all your fault! I should be more high, will not have
All this pain! "Suddenly, this exchange parent-daughter talk rang my ears, I watch the gnome miss, he wants her MP3 player ears and insert she like music. She likes obviously
"No, tulips," I want to say is, any tulips people feel sadness is abnormal, "you.
Just do pretty different, not disabled. For each of the thumb girl, here is a special tulip went to sleep. There is nothing wrong is very special, but it
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时间：2023-10-26 22:11
我被邀请到五家渠一日游，或五口之家溪，一个新的农场
市32公里，距从乌鲁木齐到我从未去过。没有最少
毫不犹豫地，我接受了邀请。
它是由当地残疾人联合会举办的郊游。 30强党的“特殊公民”和他们的照顾，这是一个“特殊群体”
“脑瘫，小儿麻痹症，和永久的脊髓损伤的人组成。一些坐轮椅，有的倚在拐杖，仍然有些一瘸一拐地与周围转动他们的头和手，多角度的捶胸顿足。他们可以创建一个以自己独特的吸引力！但他们每一个戴着
热心网友
时间：2023-10-26 22:11
雪峰
Come and walk on this beautiful way
This way leads to everlasting life happy
If you want to have a freedom life
Come and walk on this way
Come and walk on this wonderful way
All your pains in heart will run away
This way guided by all sages
Will leads to heaven directly
Come and walk on this miraculous way
Tomorrow a celestial being you will be
All kinds of beautiful sceneries you will see
Kind hearted people with you all the way
Come and walk on this Lifechanyuan way
Your life will be getting better and better day by day
Lovers dancing and singing night and day
For we are walking on the Greatest Creator's way
参考资料：雪峰文集
热心网友
时间：2023-10-26 22:12
I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned
city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons’ federation. A 30-strong party of “special citizens” and their caretakers, it was a “special group
” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore
a happy face and talked animatedly with one another as I joined the lot on April 30, 2009.
“Disabled” has always been a harsh word to me, however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was brought up in a world of
“normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousness that I am disabled. Right this
moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot
” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity.
Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the
window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all
the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two
seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one
hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”
Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted
a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them until now….
But it was not until the bus, with tremendous difficulty, maneuvered a few feet
closer to the entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get off to catch my first glimpse at my favorite flower.
Arranged in crescent beds are patches of red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest bed. Bending down, I fix my gaze at one particular tulip, which holds its six red petals on an upstanding
stem. Around the stem sprouted several half-folded triangular leaves like two little hands posed as if to support the stem and the flower. Inside the petals there is no little Thumbelina to be found but a tiny golden pistil standing up straight on purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, bracing itself up for the sun
’s and my glare.
“Attention. Time to take the photo!” Comes a shout from the crowd behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!” And then a real tour of tulips begins.
Along a tree-lined road there are red, yellow, pink, orange, magenta, crimson, cream, snowy white, pearly silver, dark purple, light gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I know by their names. They, together with a wide array of color
combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name a few, creates a world of colors. Tottering on the brick-wide path laid amidst the
flowers, I am turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search for the perfect patch
of tulips. This lot is charming, I yell to my mom and the companions. No, wait
, I think this one is even better…, I decide hesitantly. In the end I, dazzled
by an overwhelming effort of tulips to show off their tints and hues, haul down
my wings and come to a conclusion that it’s real hard to find one group superior to any other, for every color, every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created long before preference and prejudice were ever known to mankind.
To share something good with your friends doubles your happiness. I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers
with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late thirties. Ten years ago he broke his neck in a terrible work accident and has been left paralyzed since.
“Wow, I wish I could have a camera like this.” I walk over and ask, “Is this
a disc-type?”
“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
“You’d like to take a picture of yourself?” Mother good-naturedly asks one of the teammates with severe polio. To my surprise, he replies with an enthusiastic nod. His next move makes me gasp. In a struggle he stands up with one crooked leg and pushes his wheelchair away. One hand in the pocket and the other hand holding a bottle of water, he croaks, “I’m ready.”
It was nearly 3 o’clock that we finally reached the other end of the road, where all the members had a nice meal of fish. By 4:30, we hopped on the bus ready
to go back home.
Every one was tired and sleepy on the return trip – except me. In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window. Everything returned to the “
normal” color – unattractive green and gray. A strange thought flashed through my mind. Could all those tulips be seen as “strange”, “abnormal”, or “disabled?” They could, in fact, as long as they kept their natural differences.
Would they ever feel ashamed of their unique appearances had they been given a
thinking mind?
“This is all your fault! I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!” Suddenly, this exchange of a parent-daughter conversation rang in my ears, as I looked over to the midget young lady, who had her MP3 player plugged into her ears and apparently enjoyed music she loved.
“No, Tulip,” I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal, “You
are just being attractively different, not disabled. For every Thumbelina, there is one special tulip to sleep in. It’s nothing wrong to be special, but it’
d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.”
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时间：2023-10-26 22:11
the opportunity to let me out of my body city sights, less to attend a tourist group. To such occasion
I was invited to a day of travel, wujiaqu agricultural or five creek, a new farm-turned
32 kilometers, is apart from the urumqi city, I have never been to the place. not
I accepted the invitation without hesitation.
This is an outing local organizations of the disabled persons' federation. A 30-strong party's "special citizens" and take care of them, and it was a "special group
"By people with cerebral palsy, polio, permanent spinal cord injuries. Some sitting in wheelchairs and crutches some lean on, and some limped their head and hands tightly in the point of view of the strange turn. They can create a unique attraction in yourself! But I everyone wore
A happy face and talked living each other, I joined the many on April 30, 2009.
"Disabled" has been rude remarks, but for my subconscious to admit
I because I belong to that "a lot." I live in a world
"Normal." I can't literally what's in my parents' care. The use of the Internet and mastery of English have pushed me away from consciousness further I disabled. To this
At that moment, I, for the second time, standing in the cool morning air and "a lot
"" wait for the bus, I become more than ever conscious of my" neurological problem, "and an hour of waiting seems to be endless.
Finally, here comes the bus. I got on with my mother and choose a seat
In the second row window. The engines when everyone sitting together
Guarantee wheelchair in the aisle. From an attractive gnome miss two
In my seat to it, I take my eyes and focus it on the window. The past corn fields, and your vineyards, and your vegetables plantation, the bus stopped
After hours in looks like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called "4 th annual exhibition tulips."
Tulip! Tulip! Noble, elegant, charming plant! Why is it that I plant looks almost like a gentle miss? The thumb girl asked me a picture book watching my mother in the past when I was young-narrative
A beautiful girl tulip-like to climb out of flowers I love tulips since, but didn't get a chance to get a real see them until now... .
But until the bus, under huge difficulty, a few feet
Close to the import of some 30 minutes, I just get off to catch up with the first thing I saw in my favorite flower.
Arrange in the fertile crescent beds are lush red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite warning "you stay in there, we will have a photo
Taken in it, "my hip to the latest I bed. Bend over, I help me stare at a specific tulips, six petals on a red" university student village officer"
The valve stem. Several half-folded around the stem long triangle leaf like two small set out if support bar and flowers. Without the thumb girl in the petals are discovered, but a tiny gold pistil stand straight in purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, support their own the sun
And the brightness of the I.
"Attention. Time to take the photos!!!" The support from the fans screamed. I turned around, and quietly packed into a swimming pool, a unified standard mode to "cheese! A true tourism", and then he started. Tulips.
Along with the mall red, yellow, pink, orange, red and purple, and red, cream, white, bead light is silver, purple flowers, light gold, rose red wine, the only color I know their names. Together they a wide array of colors
- - - magenta-yellow combination, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name just a few, creating a world of color. In the brick-wide ramshackle paved roads in
Flower, I became a clumsy butterfly looking for a perfect patch
Tulips. This goods is charming, I to my mother and partner. No, no, wait
I think this one is better... , I decided to not hesitate. Finally my head spin
Tulip overwhelmingly efforts to show off their tonal, the color, came down
My wings, get a conclusion, it's real hard to find a set of superior to any other, every color, each mode is a create they reflect natural-create preference and prejudice is a long time ago know human.
Now, tell your friends share doubles your happiness. I think this sentence a bit weak, when I see one of my friends in a wheelchair shooting flowers
And calcium. He is a handsome man in his 30 s. Ten years ago he broke his neck, and in a terrible accident paralyzed since abandoned.
"Wow, I hope I can have a camera like this." I went over and asked, "is this
A type? "
"Ah, 40 GB hard drive." He replied with a smile.
He smile makes my happiness grow at least five times.
"You want to take a picture of yourself?" Mother good-naturedly asks one teammates, serious polio. To my surprise, he responded with an enthusiastic nodded his head. His next move let me surprised. In the struggle he stood in a crooked legs, push his wheelchair go. A hand in his pocket, one hand and a bottle of water, his hoarse, "I'm ready."
This is nearly 3 o 'clock, we finally reached the other side of the road, where all of the members have a nice meal of fish. , we hopped on the bus is ready
To go back home.
Everyone was tired, trapped in return-except me. In silence, I stare at operation landscape of the window. Everything was back"
Normal "color-unattractive green and gray. A strange thought crossed my mind. Those tulip can be seen is a" strange ", "abnormal", or "disabled? "They can, in fact, as long as they put the natural differences.
May feel ashamed of unique appearance were given a
Thinking?
"It's all your fault! I should be more high, will not have
All this pain! "Suddenly, this exchange parent-daughter talk rang my ears, I watch the gnome miss, he wants her MP3 player ears and insert she like music. She likes obviously
"No, tulips," I want to say is, any tulips people feel sadness is abnormal, "you.
Just do pretty different, not disabled. For each of the thumb girl, here is a special tulip went to sleep. There is nothing wrong is very special, but it
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我被邀请到五家渠一日游，或五口之家溪，一个新的农场
市32公里，距从乌鲁木齐到我从未去过。没有最少
毫不犹豫地，我接受了邀请。
它是由当地残疾人联合会举办的郊游。 30强党的“特殊公民”和他们的照顾，这是一个“特殊群体”
“脑瘫，小儿麻痹症，和永久的脊髓损伤的人组成。一些坐轮椅，有的倚在拐杖，仍然有些一瘸一拐地与周围转动他们的头和手，多角度的捶胸顿足。他们可以创建一个以自己独特的吸引力！但他们每一个戴着
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雪峰
Come and walk on this beautiful way
This way leads to everlasting life happy
If you want to have a freedom life
Come and walk on this way
Come and walk on this wonderful way
All your pains in heart will run away
This way guided by all sages
Will leads to heaven directly
Come and walk on this miraculous way
Tomorrow a celestial being you will be
All kinds of beautiful sceneries you will see
Kind hearted people with you all the way
Come and walk on this Lifechanyuan way
Your life will be getting better and better day by day
Lovers dancing and singing night and day
For we are walking on the Greatest Creator's way
参考资料：雪峰文集
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I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned
city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons’ federation. A 30-strong party of “special citizens” and their caretakers, it was a “special group
” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore
a happy face and talked animatedly with one another as I joined the lot on April 30, 2009.
“Disabled” has always been a harsh word to me, however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was brought up in a world of
“normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousness that I am disabled. Right this
moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot
” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity.
Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the
window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all
the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two
seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one
hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”
Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted
a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them until now….
But it was not until the bus, with tremendous difficulty, maneuvered a few feet
closer to the entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get off to catch my first glimpse at my favorite flower.
Arranged in crescent beds are patches of red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest bed. Bending down, I fix my gaze at one particular tulip, which holds its six red petals on an upstanding
stem. Around the stem sprouted several half-folded triangular leaves like two little hands posed as if to support the stem and the flower. Inside the petals there is no little Thumbelina to be found but a tiny golden pistil standing up straight on purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, bracing itself up for the sun
’s and my glare.
“Attention. Time to take the photo!” Comes a shout from the crowd behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!” And then a real tour of tulips begins.
Along a tree-lined road there are red, yellow, pink, orange, magenta, crimson, cream, snowy white, pearly silver, dark purple, light gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I know by their names. They, together with a wide array of color
combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name a few, creates a world of colors. Tottering on the brick-wide path laid amidst the
flowers, I am turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search for the perfect patch
of tulips. This lot is charming, I yell to my mom and the companions. No, wait
, I think this one is even better…, I decide hesitantly. In the end I, dazzled
by an overwhelming effort of tulips to show off their tints and hues, haul down
my wings and come to a conclusion that it’s real hard to find one group superior to any other, for every color, every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created long before preference and prejudice were ever known to mankind.
To share something good with your friends doubles your happiness. I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers
with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late thirties. Ten years ago he broke his neck in a terrible work accident and has been left paralyzed since.
“Wow, I wish I could have a camera like this.” I walk over and ask, “Is this
a disc-type?”
“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
“You’d like to take a picture of yourself?” Mother good-naturedly asks one of the teammates with severe polio. To my surprise, he replies with an enthusiastic nod. His next move makes me gasp. In a struggle he stands up with one crooked leg and pushes his wheelchair away. One hand in the pocket and the other hand holding a bottle of water, he croaks, “I’m ready.”
It was nearly 3 o’clock that we finally reached the other end of the road, where all the members had a nice meal of fish. By 4:30, we hopped on the bus ready
to go back home.
Every one was tired and sleepy on the return trip – except me. In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window. Everything returned to the “
normal” color – unattractive green and gray. A strange thought flashed through my mind. Could all those tulips be seen as “strange”, “abnormal”, or “disabled?” They could, in fact, as long as they kept their natural differences.
Would they ever feel ashamed of their unique appearances had they been given a
thinking mind?
“This is all your fault! I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!” Suddenly, this exchange of a parent-daughter conversation rang in my ears, as I looked over to the midget young lady, who had her MP3 player plugged into her ears and apparently enjoyed music she loved.
“No, Tulip,” I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal, “You
are just being attractively different, not disabled. For every Thumbelina, there is one special tulip to sleep in. It’s nothing wrong to be special, but it’
d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.”
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the opportunity to let me out of my body city sights, less to attend a tourist group. To such occasion
I was invited to a day of travel, wujiaqu agricultural or five creek, a new farm-turned
32 kilometers, is apart from the urumqi city, I have never been to the place. not
I accepted the invitation without hesitation.
This is an outing local organizations of the disabled persons' federation. A 30-strong party's "special citizens" and take care of them, and it was a "special group
"By people with cerebral palsy, polio, permanent spinal cord injuries. Some sitting in wheelchairs and crutches some lean on, and some limped their head and hands tightly in the point of view of the strange turn. They can create a unique attraction in yourself! But I everyone wore
A happy face and talked living each other, I joined the many on April 30, 2009.
"Disabled" has been rude remarks, but for my subconscious to admit
I because I belong to that "a lot." I live in a world
"Normal." I can't literally what's in my parents' care. The use of the Internet and mastery of English have pushed me away from consciousness further I disabled. To this
At that moment, I, for the second time, standing in the cool morning air and "a lot
"" wait for the bus, I become more than ever conscious of my" neurological problem, "and an hour of waiting seems to be endless.
Finally, here comes the bus. I got on with my mother and choose a seat
In the second row window. The engines when everyone sitting together
Guarantee wheelchair in the aisle. From an attractive gnome miss two
In my seat to it, I take my eyes and focus it on the window. The past corn fields, and your vineyards, and your vegetables plantation, the bus stopped
After hours in looks like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called "4 th annual exhibition tulips."
Tulip! Tulip! Noble, elegant, charming plant! Why is it that I plant looks almost like a gentle miss? The thumb girl asked me a picture book watching my mother in the past when I was young-narrative
A beautiful girl tulip-like to climb out of flowers I love tulips since, but didn't get a chance to get a real see them until now... .
But until the bus, under huge difficulty, a few feet
Close to the import of some 30 minutes, I just get off to catch up with the first thing I saw in my favorite flower.
Arrange in the fertile crescent beds are lush red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite warning "you stay in there, we will have a photo
Taken in it, "my hip to the latest I bed. Bend over, I help me stare at a specific tulips, six petals on a red" university student village officer"
The valve stem. Several half-folded around the stem long triangle leaf like two small set out if support bar and flowers. Without the thumb girl in the petals are discovered, but a tiny gold pistil stand straight in purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, support their own the sun
And the brightness of the I.
"Attention. Time to take the photos!!!" The support from the fans screamed. I turned around, and quietly packed into a swimming pool, a unified standard mode to "cheese! A true tourism", and then he started. Tulips.
Along with the mall red, yellow, pink, orange, red and purple, and red, cream, white, bead light is silver, purple flowers, light gold, rose red wine, the only color I know their names. Together they a wide array of colors
- - - magenta-yellow combination, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name just a few, creating a world of color. In the brick-wide ramshackle paved roads in
Flower, I became a clumsy butterfly looking for a perfect patch
Tulips. This goods is charming, I to my mother and partner. No, no, wait
I think this one is better... , I decided to not hesitate. Finally my head spin
Tulip overwhelmingly efforts to show off their tonal, the color, came down
My wings, get a conclusion, it's real hard to find a set of superior to any other, every color, each mode is a create they reflect natural-create preference and prejudice is a long time ago know human.
Now, tell your friends share doubles your happiness. I think this sentence a bit weak, when I see one of my friends in a wheelchair shooting flowers
And calcium. He is a handsome man in his 30 s. Ten years ago he broke his neck, and in a terrible accident paralyzed since abandoned.
"Wow, I hope I can have a camera like this." I went over and asked, "is this
A type? "
"Ah, 40 GB hard drive." He replied with a smile.
He smile makes my happiness grow at least five times.
"You want to take a picture of yourself?" Mother good-naturedly asks one teammates, serious polio. To my surprise, he responded with an enthusiastic nodded his head. His next move let me surprised. In the struggle he stood in a crooked legs, push his wheelchair go. A hand in his pocket, one hand and a bottle of water, his hoarse, "I'm ready."
This is nearly 3 o 'clock, we finally reached the other side of the road, where all of the members have a nice meal of fish. , we hopped on the bus is ready
To go back home.
Everyone was tired, trapped in return-except me. In silence, I stare at operation landscape of the window. Everything was back"
Normal "color-unattractive green and gray. A strange thought crossed my mind. Those tulip can be seen is a" strange ", "abnormal", or "disabled? "They can, in fact, as long as they put the natural differences.
May feel ashamed of unique appearance were given a
Thinking?
"It's all your fault! I should be more high, will not have
All this pain! "Suddenly, this exchange parent-daughter talk rang my ears, I watch the gnome miss, he wants her MP3 player ears and insert she like music. She likes obviously
"No, tulips," I want to say is, any tulips people feel sadness is abnormal, "you.
Just do pretty different, not disabled. For each of the thumb girl, here is a special tulip went to sleep. There is nothing wrong is very special, but it
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我被邀请到五家渠一日游，或五口之家溪，一个新的农场
市32公里，距从乌鲁木齐到我从未去过。没有最少
毫不犹豫地，我接受了邀请。
它是由当地残疾人联合会举办的郊游。 30强党的“特殊公民”和他们的照顾，这是一个“特殊群体”
“脑瘫，小儿麻痹症，和永久的脊髓损伤的人组成。一些坐轮椅，有的倚在拐杖，仍然有些一瘸一拐地与周围转动他们的头和手，多角度的捶胸顿足。他们可以创建一个以自己独特的吸引力！但他们每一个戴着
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雪峰
Come and walk on this beautiful way
This way leads to everlasting life happy
If you want to have a freedom life
Come and walk on this way
Come and walk on this wonderful way
All your pains in heart will run away
This way guided by all sages
Will leads to heaven directly
Come and walk on this miraculous way
Tomorrow a celestial being you will be
All kinds of beautiful sceneries you will see
Kind hearted people with you all the way
Come and walk on this Lifechanyuan way
Your life will be getting better and better day by day
Lovers dancing and singing night and day
For we are walking on the Greatest Creator's way
参考资料：雪峰文集
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时间：2023-10-26 22:12
I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned
city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons’ federation. A 30-strong party of “special citizens” and their caretakers, it was a “special group
” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore
a happy face and talked animatedly with one another as I joined the lot on April 30, 2009.
“Disabled” has always been a harsh word to me, however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was brought up in a world of
“normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousness that I am disabled. Right this
moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot
” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity.
Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the
window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all
the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two
seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one
hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”
Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted
a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them until now….
But it was not until the bus, with tremendous difficulty, maneuvered a few feet
closer to the entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get off to catch my first glimpse at my favorite flower.
Arranged in crescent beds are patches of red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest bed. Bending down, I fix my gaze at one particular tulip, which holds its six red petals on an upstanding
stem. Around the stem sprouted several half-folded triangular leaves like two little hands posed as if to support the stem and the flower. Inside the petals there is no little Thumbelina to be found but a tiny golden pistil standing up straight on purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, bracing itself up for the sun
’s and my glare.
“Attention. Time to take the photo!” Comes a shout from the crowd behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!” And then a real tour of tulips begins.
Along a tree-lined road there are red, yellow, pink, orange, magenta, crimson, cream, snowy white, pearly silver, dark purple, light gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I know by their names. They, together with a wide array of color
combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name a few, creates a world of colors. Tottering on the brick-wide path laid amidst the
flowers, I am turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search for the perfect patch
of tulips. This lot is charming, I yell to my mom and the companions. No, wait
, I think this one is even better…, I decide hesitantly. In the end I, dazzled
by an overwhelming effort of tulips to show off their tints and hues, haul down
my wings and come to a conclusion that it’s real hard to find one group superior to any other, for every color, every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created long before preference and prejudice were ever known to mankind.
To share something good with your friends doubles your happiness. I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers
with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late thirties. Ten years ago he broke his neck in a terrible work accident and has been left paralyzed since.
“Wow, I wish I could have a camera like this.” I walk over and ask, “Is this
a disc-type?”
“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
“You’d like to take a picture of yourself?” Mother good-naturedly asks one of the teammates with severe polio. To my surprise, he replies with an enthusiastic nod. His next move makes me gasp. In a struggle he stands up with one crooked leg and pushes his wheelchair away. One hand in the pocket and the other hand holding a bottle of water, he croaks, “I’m ready.”
It was nearly 3 o’clock that we finally reached the other end of the road, where all the members had a nice meal of fish. By 4:30, we hopped on the bus ready
to go back home.
Every one was tired and sleepy on the return trip – except me. In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window. Everything returned to the “
normal” color – unattractive green and gray. A strange thought flashed through my mind. Could all those tulips be seen as “strange”, “abnormal”, or “disabled?” They could, in fact, as long as they kept their natural differences.
Would they ever feel ashamed of their unique appearances had they been given a
thinking mind?
“This is all your fault! I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!” Suddenly, this exchange of a parent-daughter conversation rang in my ears, as I looked over to the midget young lady, who had her MP3 player plugged into her ears and apparently enjoyed music she loved.
“No, Tulip,” I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal, “You
are just being attractively different, not disabled. For every Thumbelina, there is one special tulip to sleep in. It’s nothing wrong to be special, but it’
d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.”
