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							Xidatan, the journey that change life 
							
							WANG NaiWen 
							
							
							There is a travel method, which is very poor, but 
							can change a person’s life. This kind of travel 
							started in 
							 the 
							Western from the 16th century to the present; 
							however, in China it already lost for hundreds of 
							years. That 
							is the Grand tour—Grand tour. Only train the “break” 
							ability alone can create individual and national 
							competitiveness.  
							
							
							At first 
							when reading the study tour service group’s message 
							on volunteer edition, I believed that it would be 
							the most important journey in my life. As expected, 
							the 14 days trip did not let me down, what we gained 
							is much more than what we had given.  
							
							
							I am a slow-warm person. Still remember that before 
							starting up, I worried about that I cannot get well 
							with the other co-workers and once thought of giving 
							up the long planed journey. But as soon as we got to 
							Xidatan middle school and started to have class, I 
							knew my worry was excess. Because of course 
							mobilization, I used to prepare to teach geography 
							became a physics assistant. Though physics is a 
							strange subject to them, they did not show any fear 
							or rejection, they always race to answer 
							questions loudly. They played games with teachers 
							after class, at evening self-study time, they 
							reviewed and asked questions carefully. They 
							inspired me who was shy in front of stranger and 
							quickly cheered me up. An important part in physics 
							is hope that the children can use what they learnt 
							to make water rocket in  
							groups. I still remember when we declared to 
							experiment in that class, all students shinning 
							their bright eyes surrounded the water rocket 
							demonstration and cheered up. At that moment, I 
							think parents in Xidatan were happier than that in 
							Taiwan. For me who previously served 
							in the cram school as a teacher, I had ever seen 
							students come to class drunk, also seen students run 
							away from school to play electric games. Even in my 
							own growing process, I also made my parents feel 
							headache. However, Xidatan’s students are quite 
							different. Though they have a difficult environment 
							and live hard, they are still very innocence and 
							sensible. It is hard not to like them. I think it is 
							the best payback for parents.  
							
							
							The fourth day in Xidatan, I just had a chance to
							participate in a home visit. We went to four 
							children’s family where the family status was not 
							good. Sitting in their earthen house, except 
							recording their stories with pen, we really had 
							nothing to do to actual help them. But the whole 
							interviewing process is just as happy and close as 
							chatting. Mothers in the family insisted that even 
							they had no food for next meal; they also wanted us 
							to taste the fresh steamed bread and sautéed 
							mushrooms. When chatting about their child, no one 
							complaint about their child. Before we left, they 
							even held our hand thank us continuously and ask us 
							to stay for a night. In these families with yearly 
							average revenue between 10 to 20 thousands, we 
							cannot see the depression brings by the so-called 
							poor. They still welcome guests happily and work 
							hard to live their life; they put all their hope on 
							the children. On the way back, sitting on the 
							motorcycle’s backseat, I thought the view of the 
							teachers’ back were handsome. Though the almost 10 
							hours’ interview made our leader worried about us, 
							but as if I can understand the intention why the 
							teachers insisted to bring us here and there. 
							Teachers were telling us, people in Xidatan, only if 
							they have some money, they may try to move to 
							Xingjiang. The families that forced to remain living 
							here, their only hope is that the children can study 
							hard and walk out the mountain; someday in the 
							future they can come back with their success and 
							stop the poor life in Xidatan.   
							
							Still 
							remember a juicy peach grandma’s story reported by 
							Shangzhou Week in several periods before. In the 
							story, it mentioned that the material shortage 
							children gave their treasured gifts before the end 
							of the interview to the journalists and social 
							workers for the short coexistence. The children 
							willing to share really make our adults feel 
							ashamed. Just when I came back to Taiwan, I showed 
							the letter and gifts received from the children in 
							Xidatan to my family, the feeling become stronger. I 
							once received a paper flower with a pencil as the 
							stem, I also received shoe pad a mother made for her 
							child. To children in Xidatan, these are all very 
							precious treasures. Then to us who grow up in a good 
							environment, what is our treasure? And whether we 
							want to give these treasures to others? 
							No matter from the sharing of ideas inside or 
							sharing things we valued most, after coming from 
							Xidatan , I found I am mean in this aspect. After 
							this journey, what I saw and heard to us are all 
							every great shock. From the powerlessness at the 
							beginning to co-workers’ support and share with each 
							other at last, the feeling was really good. I 
							believe what Brother Yongxiang said: we are all 
							seeds and burden the mission to let this experience 
							and belief in germination. I also see God’s lead in 
							the journey, he let us the group of capable people 
							to use our power to help others. When love heart 
							like this spreads out little by little, I believe 
							the world is becoming more beautiful.  |