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我是一名基层残疾人工作者,一个平凡的残疾人,我没有故事,只有实实在在的生活。两周岁那年,一次意外的火灾,我永远失去了左腿。多少个白天黑夜,我无数次在喊叫中站起,又一次次地摔倒,我的世界一片灰色。5年后的一天,我趴在窗台上,看着天上的白云,麻木的双手失去了知觉,我摔倒了,碰倒了窗台上盛开的玫瑰花,看着满地的花盆碎片和玫瑰花瓣,我哭了。母亲并没有责怪我,对我说:“孩子,花盆打碎了花可以再生长,人的心要是碎了,就失去了生长的力量。”当时的我并不能完全明白
I am a grass-roots disabled worker, an ordinary disabled, I have no story, only real life. Two years old, an accidental fire, I will always lose the left leg. How many day and night, I countless times stood up in shouting, again and again fall, my world a gray. One day five years later, I was lying on the window sill, watching the clouds in the sky, numb hands lost consciousness, I fell, knocked down the rose on the windowsill, watching the flowerpots and roses Petals, I cried. My mother did not blame me and said to me: “Children, flowerpots shattered the flowers to regrow, and if their heart breaks down, they lose the power to grow.” "I did not fully understand at the time