How I can help you, the mountains of the child
I'm back. From Chongqing to the Wujiang River, from the southeast to western Hunan Chongqing, wading all the way and crosses, drowsy in the CMB's dilapidated car, bumpy fall apart faster in the narrow and vehicles Road, crowd in the village in the dirty chaos Market, yesterday I sat with the companions of 27-hour train has finally returned to Shanghai.
Chongqing and Hunan is a block southeast of the mysterious land, mountains, Han, Miao, Tujia mixed, inconvenient transportation has always been more than bandits. Go there and travel has been my dream, but 23 people did not dare to go But this holiday, to keep up with a bunch of travel enthusiasts finally fulfill a dream return to exploration cable secluded. However, these days I have left the deepest impression is not where the mountains are not there, according to the water written for Diaojiaolou, not where the beautiful miaojia crush, but the children of the mountains.
For the first time so I was surprised is that in Wujiang on the side of the mountain, I saw two children, carrying firewood much higher than others, from my side hurried. Asked local people, know that they are the mountains, and back of the wood to go to the market, may catch an early, go late, not sell, we will have to return back. I was surprised how they have to move the wood back, how can we steaming to go so fast, we must know that in Shanghai, so the size of school children are adults pick it.
Again, so I was surprised I was at a place called all the villages. Paste in a mud-old break room, we saw a thin man holding a baby crying constantly frustrated by a question, knowing it is hungry, the child's mother, not in her possession. Some interfaces of us immediately said: "That you were washed milk呀!" "Where are the milk ah." No choice but to face the man glanced at us. We had silent. I was shocked, where children have no milk! I know that because of transportation and preservation issues, where there can be no fresh milk, but no milk, can only be one reason - there is no money to buy. Milk in the city want to know is too often the things the city kids are not eating do not eat the milk, but the selection of foreign brands which issues.
In the town of Wujiang gongtan edge of a sail is called the little boy left me with an unforgettable impression. Small sail about seven or eight, a long Hutouhunao, very lively and lovely. We wanted to make some town scenery photos, the need for people to do decorations, the local people in general are very timid in our camera, but was very happy with the small sail, let him stand where he would stand where, let him put what pose what position he would put. We speak to him, tease him happy, surprise, he had said that he was not happy. Such a lovely girl while others thinking? We have been very puzzled. Asked him, he at first reluctant to say, as we are urged by curiosity, he told us: her mother go out to work, and very far, in Zhejiang, a long time did not come back home, only he and his father, he thought his mother. Looking at the small sail melancholy eyes, I felt this was not the taste. After I had found the town, where the elderly and have more children, fewer young adults, young adults in the men and woman of many small, now I understand that they are the same as the sail's mother had to work out. In the town wear, but after the car side of the road can be seen on the wall askew read many of these words: Ningbo, Zhejiang, 6:00 am to drive to go to Guangdong, Fujian, ... ...
This age child is the need for motherly love and fatherly time, but their mother, father, or leaving them to leave their homes to go to work. Here too poor, too isolated, we are sitting from the Fuling a full eight hours before the boats come in, and is said to have cars come in eight-hour mountain was also thrilling to ZheJiang more I do not know how many hours, round trip is not easy. But young people to break the outside world is an inevitable trend, here with a large gap between the coastal areas. Although I know that working in the coastal areas of the lives of migrant workers is also a painful month, also 4, 500 wages, often also victims of bullying, but they require the desire to escape poverty is so strong, expectations of economic development the temptation was so irresistible. The reason why more men than woman, I guess that might be easy to find a job than men, men can only sell coolie woman apart from a large number of post processing industry, the services sector, there are a lot of needs, not to mention around the Public and semi-public sex industry has.
At night, I lay in a small inn, looked on the Wu River waves, could not sleep. I know that the mother of a small sail out to work is right, no matter how hard outside, which is to change the fate of her family, an important option, and observing where it may be a lifetime of poverty. However, the small sail is not happy in the eyes of total darkness. "Come back, sail Mom, where are you, how are you? When will you be back to see your cute little sail ah!"
With a melancholy mood, I walked into the Youyang Tujia and Miao Autonomous County of longtanzhen, eyes more children remain in the body. In the hotel next to the vegetable market, I saw a little girl, about ten or so, looks Meiqingmuxiu, sitting in the roadside selling vegetables and other vegetable vendors were animatedly shouting, she was timid Bu Zhisheng. I went out and saw the ground placed in front of her with so much food, so I saw her photo shoot in front or back so many dishes. Can not say are sympathetic to, or any other reason, I knelt down and pointed to the ground sweet potatoes, asked her: "little girl, this how selling ah?" Maybe I carry back the camera tripod, a backpacker dressed frightened her, the small the girl looked at me a little overwhelmed actually Bu Zhisheng. Next to a hawker shouted to me: "fifty cents one, fifty cents one." I took out money to a little girl, and she hastily turned my package to find the money. I said: "Do not look for the." Although I know that Hawker called fifty cents a already in the slaughter me. Little girl looked at me hesitantly, they are nothing but excited around the hawker cried: "This is Mr. Say No to find, and not to find a!" I noticed their eyes, as they saw the Messiah in general made a strange flash light. "I'll give you 2 photo shoot you?" I said the little girl. Little girl looked at his face red lens, a moment I do not know how to put hands and feet. I gave her from different angles according to the two, got up and said to her: "Thank you."
As I want to walk away when the little girl had never spoke openings, and said: "Sir, you have repeatedly used 2 it."
I did not take, but said one simple sentence: "a good read it." This is should be reading and playing little girl ah.
Left the Wujiang River, left the western Hunan. Looking at the wave of the mountains, my heart is very calm, although I have also lived in rural areas for many years, I thought see more poverty and suffering, but here the difference between the conditions, or so I was floored, the same is a human is also a child, people here, where the child is simply living in Shanghai compared to another world. I do not know how many years can change, do not know what means can be changed.
"How can we help these children? How can we! So many children ah!"
My heart really hurts.
Author: CSD28873610
