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There are few opportunities for me to physically go out of my city for sightseeing,and even fewer to take part in a tourist group.Such an occasion came when
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鈥檇 never been before.Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons鈥 federation.A 30-strong party of 鈥渟pecial citizens鈥 and their caretakers,it was a 鈥渟pecial group
鈥 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.
鈥淒isabled鈥 has always been a harsh word to me,however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that 鈥渓ot.鈥 I was brought up in a world of
鈥渘ormal people.鈥 There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents鈥 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 鈥渓ot
鈥 waiting for the charted bus,I became more than ever conscious of my 鈥渘ervous problems,鈥 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 鈥淭he 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.鈥滭br/> 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 鈥 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鈥?
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 鈥淪tay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,鈥 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
鈥檚 and my glare.
鈥淎ttention.Time to take the photo!鈥 Comes a shout from the crowd behind.Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified 鈥淐heese!鈥 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 鈥 the only colors I know by their names.They,together with a wide array of color
combinations 鈥 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鈥?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鈥檚 real hard to find one group superior to any other,for every color,every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature 鈥 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.
鈥淲ow,I wish I could have a camera like this.鈥 I walk over and ask,鈥淚s this
a disc-type?鈥滭br/> 鈥淵ep,40GB.鈥 He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
鈥淵ou鈥檇 like to take a picture of yourself?鈥 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,鈥淚鈥檓 ready.鈥滭br/> It was nearly 3 o鈥檆lock 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 鈥 except me.In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window.Everything returned to the 鈥淈br/> normal鈥 color 鈥 unattractive green and gray.A strange thought flashed through my mind.Could all those tulips be seen as 鈥渟trange鈥?鈥渁bnormal鈥?or 鈥渄isabled?鈥 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?
鈥淭his is all your fault!I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!鈥 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.
鈥淣o,Tulip,鈥 I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal,鈥淵ou
are just being attractively different,not disabled.For every Thumbelina,there is one special tulip to sleep in.It鈥檚 nothing wrong to be special,but it鈥橖br/> d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.鈥
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鈥檇 never been before.Without the least
hesitation I accepted the invitation.
It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons鈥 federation.A 30-strong party of 鈥渟pecial citizens鈥 and their caretakers,it was a 鈥渟pecial group
鈥 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.
鈥淒isabled鈥 has always been a harsh word to me,however subconsciously admitted
I am to the fact that I belong to that 鈥渓ot.鈥 I was brought up in a world of
鈥渘ormal people.鈥 There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents鈥 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 鈥渓ot
鈥 waiting for the charted bus,I became more than ever conscious of my 鈥渘ervous problems,鈥 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 鈥淭he 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.鈥滭br/> 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 鈥 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鈥?
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 鈥淪tay where you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,鈥 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
鈥檚 and my glare.
鈥淎ttention.Time to take the photo!鈥 Comes a shout from the crowd behind.Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified 鈥淐heese!鈥 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 鈥 the only colors I know by their names.They,together with a wide array of color
combinations 鈥 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鈥?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鈥檚 real hard to find one group superior to any other,for every color,every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature 鈥 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.
鈥淲ow,I wish I could have a camera like this.鈥 I walk over and ask,鈥淚s this
a disc-type?鈥滭br/> 鈥淵ep,40GB.鈥 He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five times.
鈥淵ou鈥檇 like to take a picture of yourself?鈥 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,鈥淚鈥檓 ready.鈥滭br/> It was nearly 3 o鈥檆lock 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 鈥 except me.In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window.Everything returned to the 鈥淈br/> normal鈥 color 鈥 unattractive green and gray.A strange thought flashed through my mind.Could all those tulips be seen as 鈥渟trange鈥?鈥渁bnormal鈥?or 鈥渄isabled?鈥 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?
鈥淭his is all your fault!I should have been much taller and would not have had
all this misery!鈥 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.
鈥淣o,Tulip,鈥 I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal,鈥淵ou
are just being attractively different,not disabled.For every Thumbelina,there is one special tulip to sleep in.It鈥檚 nothing wrong to be special,but it鈥橖br/> d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.鈥
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