I am willing to do what I can't do in my life in three days.

On the first day, an earthquake of magnitude 7. 1 occurred in Yushu, Qinghai recently. It takes about three or four hours to fly to Yushu from 1 o'clock in the morning. I brought enough daily necessities and donated more than 200,000 RMB and several boxes of mineral water to the victims in Yushu, so that they could drink more water. When you get to Yushu, you have difficulty breathing because of the high altitude. You should walk slowly, not too fast, and it is easy to get nosebleeds. I took a taxi and asked my uncle to take me to the disaster area. I took everything out and found a volunteer to help me find a tent and put my things there first. I walked slowly to the ruins to save people and saw those tragic scenes. The house collapsed and people were buried inside. I heard a vague voice from the ruins: I'm so nervous. I saw so many firefighters, policemen and soldiers pulling heavy weights out. My arm is climbing hard, and I pull my hand closer to them, as if I were moaning. I am in a hurry, too. I forgot the difficulty in breathing and was discouraged. I boldly ran forward. My heart beat faster, I picked up a shovel, dug up the high slope of the ruins and threw stones one by one. I think it's really hard for me to stand on the ruins and be afraid of the people below. When I was digging, I saw a child looking down, so I began to shout, "There is someone down there, come and save!" " "

Uncle fireman heard this and ran to my side to save a child. I didn't expect more than 40 teachers to protect them. I helped them lift the big stone. My uncles stretched out their long arms, showing their clumsy and rough hands, and said to them, "Come, I'll help you. Please close your eyes, don't open them." The children obeyed, and I tried my best to push the stone to the foot of the mountain. At this time, I covered each child with a quilt, because it was a little cold, and I also covered their eyes. I was moved by them. The earthquake lasted 100 hours, and I am still alive, so strong for life. The children are very sensible and politely say "thank you, you have worked hard!" " "It also gave us a gift. I feel how lovely life is. They are so tenacious, don't cry, and stubbornly succumb to their inner world.

This morning, I was a little hungry. I ate my own cookies, gave all the mineral water to the children and uncles and aunts, and said a few words of comfort to them, imitating what President Hu said: "New campus, conference! New home, meeting! " Loudly appeal to them to see a psychiatrist more and treat mental trauma, hoping that they will recover soon.

I gave the Red Cross Foundation more than 200,000 RMB, and my name was "Dust".

I dare not look at the ruins again. It's cruel. What does it feel like to have such a huge thing on everyone? ! Pain! I can't watch it. I left Yushu quietly and took some photos for my friends in Qingdao as a souvenir.

I got into a taxi and took the 3: 20 p.m. plane to Beijing.

After another five hours, I was very tired, and my arms and legs were sore and painful. However, it's all worthwhile. I saved the lives of more than 40 lovely children younger than me. It's all worth it. Their lives are innocent, and they have experienced how great volunteers are. I wrote all this in my diary. Took a nap on the plane.

I went to the foundation in Beijing, and only visited several representative offices. The Mamam Angel Foundation got to know about it, donated money and went to the Cochlear Implant Foundation, which helped some children who recovered their hearing and comforted their parents, saying that when he grew up, he would be just like us. As long as I train him in language, I will do this, so that their hearts will relax and they will bring confidence to their children and say,' Find hope from despair and life will be more brilliant!' Yu, president of New Oriental, said.

Now I have 36 hours left, the limit of my life.

I went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and I like painting. I thought I wouldn't see it in another day, and I wouldn't be able to draw. I am so sad. Central Academy of Fine Arts is my childhood dream. I want to be admitted and make contributions to society. Now China's fashion design has become the third-rate in the world, the lowest, the first-rate in Europe, France, Italy, Germany, South Korea, and the second-rate in the United States ..., but I feel sorry that I can't do it.

Walking in the Central Academy of Fine Arts, I saw gray-black teaching buildings and several beautiful iron sculptures all around. I was intoxicated by the flowers, so I put down my backpack and sat by the altar. I can't help yawning and feel a little sleepy. The sun shines on me and my eyes are at noon. I went to an art shop to read a book, went to a nearby cafe, ordered a cup of modern pure coffee iced coffee, put a small ice cream on it, and ordered lemon pie. I wolfed down my coffee and sucked it slowly. It was too cold.

When I went out, the sun only shone on my head. It's so hot in Beijing that I saw a famous professor pass in front of me. I am so lucky. Isn't this the professor who designed Fuwa for the 2008 Olympic Games? ! He drew a horse for Ma Ying Jiu, chairman of Taiwan Province Province. I heard that they have a good relationship. When I saw this professor, I thought he was very simple and simple.

In this campus, I ran to Professor Han Meilin and asked excitedly, "Excuse me, are you Professor Han?"

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"Are you free? Can you teach me? "

"Well, where are you from?"

I said excitedly and nervously, ... Professor, if you don't mind, can you take a look at my painting level and teach me, I want to talk to you ... "I was nervous and thought it was impossible, because he was so famous that it would cost millions to draw a few strokes ... I thought he would refuse me.

tense；nervous ...

"Oh, I'm going to eat now. Why don't we go to a restaurant and talk over dinner? I have no classes in the first two classes in the afternoon. " Professor Han said politely that the way I looked at him brought me laughter and made my mood more stable. I was really embarrassed after listening to his words. I said, "Professor, I have already eaten."

"Then where did you eat just now? What did you eat? " He asked with concern, I am so touched that my child is so approachable. I said, "Nothing, I'm not hungry now anyway." I don't want to cause trouble to others. Let's just say that Professor Han paints so well that I can tell I'm lying by looking at his eyes. That's why he paints so well ... Eyes and hands are the hardest to draw. He can see your eyes, and people feel that quality, mood, paper … are all contained in his eyes … I was really embarrassed and had no choice but to go to the No.2 restaurant of the Central Academy of Fine Arts with him. 1 Restaurant is for students, and No.2 Restaurant is a little smaller than 1 Restaurant. I think students and teachers use the same food, which is fair. I don't understand why there are two. Why do you want to divide it? After listening to the professor's words, because there are too many students and one restaurant is not enough, we have to separate them, so it will not be so messy. This is an order from the school. Professor Han eats for free, but I, Professor Han, lied to the chef that I was the leader's daughter ... and asked them to cook for me for free, enthusiastically cooked me a lot of dishes, asked me what I like to eat, and asked me to eat more. I don't like meat very much. He thinks that students like meat best, and he gives them little food every time. This time, he gave me such a big bowl, and my throat choked. Professor Han is considerate to me, close to students and amiable. Half an hour after dinner, I told him about my situation, "... I grew up in Beijing for a while when I was a child, and I studied painting here ... In Qingdao, my mother found me a famous painter in China. He is a teacher from Wang Di ... I don't know if you know him ... ""Wang Di, I seem to hear that he won the first prize in the ... competition, and that referee is me ... "I heard that. "Oh ... I only ... Central Academy of Fine Arts is my childhood dream, but I ..." I told him about it, hoping that he could teach me, please give me more advice. Professor Han asked me, "Then why don't you learn from Mr. Wang now?" "I, because he can't teach me, my mother asked me to come to the master to teach ..." I was embarrassed and felt that I shouldn't say that and didn't respect Teacher Wang Di. However, this is reality, and I can't help telling the truth. Professor Han's kind smile is a comfort to me.

… ….

Professor Han and I went to his studio, about 80 square meters. There are many pictures of students on the wall. His painting is on the side. It's ink painting. A group of green hills. Professor Han asked me to show my painting level. I told him that I would sketch landscapes, portraits, plasters, gouache landscapes, landscapes, watercolor landscapes and designs. Professor Han was very surprised after hearing this. He thought I would have so many things that it was no problem to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. I said, "I dare not, I dare not." Professor Han gave me a difficult problem to test me and let me play my own level. I am embarrassed to use his gouache paint to draw a plaster statue of David, a violin, some books, some papers, a music book and a classic black Parker pen. This cloth is white, gray and yellow, which dazzles me. It's too difficult. The professor encouraged me and believed that I could draw, which made me feel much better. ! Professor Han let me experience the courses of Central Academy of Fine Arts. I was shivering and didn't think much. I boldly put my pen on two pieces of paper. Professor Han patiently told me not to worry, take your time, look carefully, think again, draw again, see through, and teach me how to look at it. I got up the courage to draw and forgot the time and my own limits. I plunged into the painting and forgot that Professor Han was standing next to me. I'm not so nervous and forget myself.

At the end of painting, Professor Han patted me on the shoulder and said, "You have been painting for more than four hours." I was surprised and interrupted, "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting your work?" "No, I just went to the dean. I changed the class to tomorrow. You draw better than all the students I teach. Awesome! ..... "I listened to his words and looked at my own paintings before I reacted. I didn't expect to be able to paint like this, which is beyond my own painting level. Professor Han taught me to be strict, which made me draw more carefully and went to college instead. It's a pity that I can't draw any more. Grasp the time of life.

During the 9 hours of communication with Professor Han, I want a copy of his autograph. He said, just send me a painting as a souvenir, saying that he felt sorry for me, and he smiled kindly to express his comfort. I'm really sorry to bother him so much. I didn't give him extra lessons and taught me to be so patient. I think it's really great.

I'm a little hungry now. I went to Yonghe soybean milk shop in Beijing, ordered some snacks from Beijing, and then went to see the beautiful night scene in Beijing. I was infatuated with this place when I was a child, but tonight, I was busy taking out my MP5 and listening to Legend sung by Faye Wong. Listening to the music and watching the beautiful scenery, the National Opera House, the Water Cube, the Bird's Nest and neon lights in Beijing are flashing around the square, which reminds me of the time when my mother and grandmother brought me here to play when I was a child. My mother hugged me and kissed me all the time. I looked at my mother's mouth and said, "Look, this is Tiananmen Square …" I really miss such a sweet and warm childhood.

I sat on the bed, doing nothing, thinking, and couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because I drank coffee today. I took out my notebook and wrote down everything I met with Professor Han Meilin today. I really don't want to waste time. I bought the book "If you give me three days of light" at Beijing Airport and read it carefully from beginning to end. The second time, I felt really ready. I learned to write Braille, touch things, and naturally feel my tactile response. There are no big obstacles. There is a saying:' Oh, my God!

I closed a door for you and opened a window for you,' but I really can't watch movies, read books, draw pictures, study or see beautiful scenery or colors anymore; I can't hear Lang Lang's favorite piano music, the new concert in Vienna, or the songs sung by celebrities ... In short, I can't experience a better life.

I shed tears sadly, full of regret for life, but be optimistic.

I arrived in Qingdao at five o'clock today, and it's two o'clock in the morning. The people watching the carriage are already asleep, but I don't want to sleep. However, my eyes are a little tired and sleepy. Take a nap ...

At five o'clock, I got up. The horn of the train said that I would arrive in Qingdao at five thirty-five. I put on my coat in a hurry and packed my things. On the last day of class, I don't want to go home to school. Fortunately, today is Monday, and I didn't miss any classes. My homework has been written and put in the school cupboard.

When I got to school, my teachers and classmates didn't know what was wrong with me, but my clothes were a little dirty. Many teachers asked me with concern, where did I go at the weekend, and why didn't I change my clothes? I said, I went to Yushu to save the children, and the teacher asked me gapingly, how many children have I saved? Two kindergarten teachers are safe and sound. Ask me a lot ... people don't care about me anymore.

At school, although I have been here for less than two years, it has been more than a year! The classmates are not very harmonious, and I don't want to tell you. In class, I communicate happily with my good friends as before, and I am as happy and strong as usual in class.

Because everyone is unique in this world, no one can feel their feelings, only you can feel them, I don't care what they think, just be yourself. Go your own way and let others talk.

Ask for leave from the class teacher at noon and go to another school in the afternoon. No matter how cruel, I don't want to waste time, do something meaningful, and do more for the society if I can, so I will be happier.

I took a taxi to the place where I went three years ago.

When I arrived at Qingdao School for the Deaf, I saw those lovely and lively children talking and laughing, pretending to be deaf to each other and playing basketball happily on the playground. I looked at it and smiled.

I wrote the registration form, went to the campus, and looked for Mr. Zhang (the teacher who visited the deaf-mute school three years ago and met for the first time, the teacher in Class 1, Grade 9). I'm glad to see her. She welcomed me and took my hand to the class. When I saw my classmates grow up, they embraced me warmly and ran to me. The teacher explained to them in sign language. I can't understand what they are communicating, but the teacher can help me translate. All children wear hearing AIDS, some wear cochlear implants, and many children whose ears are broken and can't recover can't speak normally like ordinary people. Unfortunately, they learned very little. By the third grade, they had learned very little.