Where is my desk?

Author: Huang Chuanhui
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: I am who I am, yesterday, when someone asked me who I am, I always hesitated to answer because I was afraid, afraid of being laughed at by the city kids. Their parents sent them to school, honking their horns all the way, some in Hondas, some in Jiedas. Our parents sent us to school, keeping quiet all the way, pedaling our bicycles, with mud on our pants. Our campus was small, not enough space for a horse saddle. Our classrooms were dim, with only a few watts of light. Our chairs were old, creaking every time we sat on them. But our homework was neat, and our grades were good. Today, when someone asks me who I am, I will tell him loudly, I am the child of migrant workers, the child of China, the flower of the motherland. The sky is even clearer, the sunshine brighter. President Wen wrote a calligraphy for us, Hope Project spreads love for us. No longer bowing our heads, no longer afraid, speaking from the bottom of our hearts, asking what we want to say. I love my mother, I love my father, because—my mother is making the roads of the capital wider and wider. Because—my father is building high-rise buildings in Beijing. Asking what we want to say, I love the capital Beijing, I love my country.