I have my own unique dance steps.

Words/feathers

Hao came to Taiwan Province Provincial University from Korea when he was 0/8 years old. Walking out of Songshan Airport, he looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and put the breath of the rainy night in September into his heart. The day of independence and freedom has finally arrived in expectation. Although he was born in Korea, he has long regarded Taiwan Province Province as his hometown because he studied in an overseas Chinese school.

Life is not docile to him. Every time he goes to the toilet with a cane, he fidgets. Going to the canteen to cook has also become a challenge. There are always people who wonder why you have to leave your parents and go across the ocean to study in Taiwan Province Province because of your leg disability.

He always laughs and says, what does that matter? I just need to work harder!

When he was one year old, he was disabled by polio, which was unfortunate. He is sad occasionally, but he never feels inferior for that lame leg.

One night in the second year of college, Hao and some friends were drunk. When he returned to the dormitory, the door was locked. He simply threw his crutches in and climbed over the wall by himself. Hey, this spirit! On another occasion, he made an appointment with a friend, went to the wrong bar and met several seniors who graduated from Huaqiao Middle School. A senior may be half drunk and provocative: "Hao Yiming, you are lame, why do you look arrogant everywhere?" Even go to a bar? "

He smiled and said, "It's funny how you look angry!"

A friend once asked Hao, "Have you really never felt inferior because of leg disease?" He shook his head. "Isn't anyone around you bullying you?" He still shook his head. The friend said in a strange tone, "Then you are really lucky."

Hao admits that he is really lucky.

He contacted other disabled friends and heard some stories. Some parents will hide their disabled children in the bedroom or even the storage room when their guests visit. Some parents will complain in front of their children and make them hate their birth. Some don't send their children to the hospital at all, leaving them to fend for themselves in the corner, leading to a new round of transformation. ...

As a result, these children always face the world with fear.

Hao's world is vast and safe. His parents never dote on him and are not bored. They taught him to be sensible and kind to people, sent him to ordinary schools and spent a lot of money to treat him, even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

His father used to be a famous rich man in Korea, and he was almost used to hearing such a whisper: "His father is rich! The gold spent on treating him is higher than him! " He never thinks so.

Things have changed. When a tourist hotel invested by my father was built on the seventh floor, the person in charge took all the money without a trace.

The comeback is just a myth. From then on, my father took off his exquisite clothes and worked as a toll collector in Busan Overseas Chinese Federation. He takes a bus every day and collects change from house to house.

My father seems to have a good time. Rain or shine, he always wears a white shirt, a bright tie and a straight suit. Every night, he concentrated on calculating the accounts during the day, flapping his abacus, and then said, "Hey, exactly the same!" " "

This once made teenage Hao very disdainful. Why is this little thing so sweet?

My father supported his family on that meager salary. He didn't mention the past and didn't feel depressed. Life is rough, he is calm, decent in appearance and gentle in heart. No matter whether life is perfect or not, no matter whether he is advancing or retreating at this moment, he will always have his own gorgeous dance steps.

Hao gradually understood his father and the deep fatherly love hidden in his humble works.

How can a teenager with crutches have the courage to come to a strange place to expand his life? Why have you always resisted the fate of static careers such as fortune telling and lettering, and have to look at other possibilities? Why don't you worry about how far you go and how many times you fall, and you can get up?

Just because he knows that there are always those affectionate, gentle and tolerant eyes behind him, escorting all the way.

After graduation, Hao started his own business, surfed in the Wang Yang, held his breath, and was ups and downs. When he got home, he was too tired to lie on the floor, and at night he would think of his father's joy: "Hey, there is not a hair!"

Today, Hao has become a well-known publisher in Taiwan Province Province. The works of Milan Kundera, Calvino and Haruki Murakami were officially introduced in Taiwan Province Province for the first time, and Dakuai Culture Publishing Co., Ltd. was established as the chairman, with branches in new york and Beijing.

He doesn't like reporters to describe himself as a disabled person and a determined winner. That shortcoming will only make him more proud. Even a healthy person, how many people can have his magnificent life?

After reading his son's letter, his father died during a nap at the age of 79.

Hao followed the dance steps taught by his father and continued to slide on the road of human growth. Even if there is a wheelchair, it just makes the dance steps more unique and colorful.