I liked a sentence I had seen before: "Everyone in the world is an apple bitten by God." They are all flawed people. Some people have more flaws because God loves His fragrance so much. "Presumably, the children in the humble homeland are more loved by God." When I first arrived at The Humble Homeland, I was really a little surprised, because she was so ordinary. The home is not on the road and you need to turn a corner to enter the home. The first thing that catches the eye is the logo of the home, the logo of the home is the appearance of three people hugging each other, it also has its own unique meaning, "the logo of the home is composed of three parts, the front left part is the parents, the right side is the child, the back part is the volunteer, only three parts work together to truly achieve the spirit of the pocket." Then you turn your head and you see a row of bungalows, where the children live in their homes. Only simple children make handmade items in decorating this home. But the children living here are very happy. It's that in the few days they've been together, there's not a single day when they're not laughing, and their laughs are so attractive that I laugh with them unconsciously. Although the children of the Humble Home are more or less physically or emotionally handicapped, they are struggling to live every day. The children do their jobs, some doing crafts in the classroom and making lunch at noon, while others go to the car wash. Every caring institution needs economic support, and allowing children to participate in the economic acquisition is an important part of enabling children to realize the value of their lives. Of course, from the establishment of the homeland to the present, there are also many public welfare teams visiting. When we went to The Humble Homeland, we happened to catch up with Alibaba's public welfare team to help the Humble Homeland. They blessed the children of their homeland and donated clothes. But there will not be a public welfare team to donate every day, so the homeland also needs to find its own way to solve the economic problems. During the few days in the homestead, I did see the children's craftsmanship. Because the Spring Festival is coming, the children have made all kinds of flower films, and then sold them through the packaging and publicity of the teachers in the home, which should be the gifts of a specific festival. However, the work of car washing has been carried out all along. Every day, many vehicles come to the home to wash cars. The children of the car wash business here have learned, and the children have been doing it for more than two years since the beginning. A child asked Fang Kege, who washed the car, a question, he said that after learning to apply the film, he could buy an Apple mobile phone, and FangKege's reply to him was also very simple, saying that it was very simple. The child now owns his own car wash in the local town and has driven the family's income. This also allows children to really shine in society. "Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom peonies." This is the first thing you see when you enter the classroom. According to the "70th Anniversary of the Protection of the Rights and Interests of the Disabled in New China", there are 85 million disabled people in the mainland, which is the country with the largest number of disabled people in the world, accounting for 6.34% of the total population, and their relatives are as high as 250 million people, accounting for nearly 1/6 of the total population of the mainland, that is, 1 in every 6 people is related to the disabled. How to make them realize the value of their lives is a difficult problem, but I see the possibility in the pocket home. These children are as small as moss flowers, easily forgotten by society, but they are constantly rebelling against their fate and trying to live. I may not understand the hardships of children's lives for the rest of my life, but their smiling faces make me feel their tenacity. Such a humble home is truly unforgettable. In the last few days of our homeland, it snowed in Zibo, and the whole home was wrapped in silver. The snow-covered garden was white and flawless, and as the sun rose, there were more and more footprints on the snow, and the empty homes were lively again, and the homes were crowded with the laughter of the children. But I don't know who will come after we leave.
