Chapter 71 Resend Little Reader Newsletter Sixteen

Dear children: This year's National Day, when I stood on the viewing platform, I saw the mighty and neat team of the Young Pioneers walking through Tiananmen Square in high spirits, and countless colorful balloons and snow-white pigeons flew from their raised hands; On both sides of the square, the teams of children facing Tiananmen also waved the bouquets in their hands and shouted "Long live Chairman Mao", which made me deeply feel how happy children in socialist countries are and what a bright future they have. The ground is bright.One of the characteristics of a socialist country is the meticulous love and care for our successors, so that every child has the opportunity to fully develop morally, intellectually and physically.However, in order to eradicate the obstacles to the physical and mental development of our Chinese children, what a price our dear party has paid in the past few decades!

I remember four or five years ago, when I was visiting a capitalist country, I met a kind-hearted doctor who treated fee-paying patients in the morning and poor people for free in the afternoon.He said to me very sadly: "There are too many poor people around us. They are attacked by hunger and disease. Every year, many adults and children die like flies! I am a doctor, and my personal ability The only thing I can do is to spend half a day, sacrificing half a day's income from consultation fees, to see a doctor for the poor. But doing so has not comforted me, nor has it solved any problems. Sad! There are many examples of this kind. Just like this afternoon, I saw a dock worker whose lung disease had reached the third stage. His cheeks were flushed and he was coughing so hard that he couldn’t straighten up. He begged me to give him some cough medicine , lest the overseer hear him coughing and stop his work. I said to him: "It is useless to take medicine, you must rest for a long time!" He opened his eyes wide, as if hearing a fairy tale, but immediately returned With a wry smile, he said, "Retreat? How can I rest? I have six children, doctor! It's too late for me to ask for work." He stood up on the table, lowered his head and said, "For the sake of the children, I must ...I am also willing to work hard to the death.' I looked at his back as he walked with his head bowed, and felt a heavy discus on my heart! I almost hated my own profession, and I saw them. But they can’t treat them fundamentally...How good is this society? And in your new China, how happy are the children! There are no unemployed fathers and mothers, there are people who take care of illness, go to school, and everything I don't care... but when will our children enjoy such happiness?"

In April last year, I visited the home of a tram worker in Milan, Italy. He lived in half a house that was destroyed by bombing during the Second World War ten years ago. The family of five lived in two rooms. A dank and dark hut.It was still very cold at this time, and his elderly mother was sitting by the door, mending the child's clothes by the dim light outside.Seeing us coming, their family—mother, wife, and children immediately surrounded us affectionately. At this time, many old people, women, and children also poured in outside the door, all of whom lived in the shabby houses on the square. Neighbor.They are vying to ask about the conditions of the workers in our country, and they are also vying to tell us about their plight.

They said: "A worker's family, a family of four, needs at least 70,000 lire a month to cover expenses, but our salary is only 45,000 lire a month." There is no concept of value. Later, a woman gave us an example: "For example, a pair of children's shoes costs 2,000 to 4,000 lire... You will know whether this salary is enough for expenses; of course, diseases and accidents Not counting the expenses. When we were making our family budget, we didn’t even dare to think about it..." She sighed to me again and said, "When will our workers be able to survive as well as you do! "

On the way back, the Italian friend who accompanied us recited to me a poem about the children of the Italian worker’s family. Sighing, my mother also lowered her head. They dare not look at us, what more can we ask for? There are sounds of acrobats playing music in the street, and shouts of selling popsicles... But we have been here for a whole month Desires are as empty as a purse!" What kind of poem is this that makes people "press a discus on their hearts"! As soon as I returned to my motherland, the discus in my heart disappeared.Children, for our current happy life, we should always think about those children living in a painful environment.In order to make all the children in the world have a happy life like us, we must fight to the end!

I wish you continuous progress. Your friend Bing Xin October 14, 1959, Beijing. song collection. )