15 September 2013
Just Like You
I was born in a typical one-child family and was always grow up in the meticulous care of my parents in my carefree childhood. My family have been prominent, well-to-do in the county for several generations. I was always thought: whatever my needs are, my parents will always be taken care of. Having received a good education, I developed high levels of self-orientation and optimistic characteristics. My mind was like a computer screen out some of the poverty life of peasants and dark society. I adopted a posture of arrogant superiority for those beggars and outcast, never play with the poor children in our community. If I would continued to do this, I’ve forever been a light of long age not long to see the big idiot. Luckily, I met a group of people who changed my way of thinking and live.
“I am just like you strong, young, and shining under the sun. ”
Under the sky full of stars, the volunteers sang and danced hand in hand with migrant workers’ children around the bonfire. I was deeply moved once again because of this song. The story about the song started three years ago.
China’s annual “spring rush”, a holiday migration involving millions of workers and students, had generated a new vocabulary in the mainstream press in 2010: Migrant Workers’ Children. I became curious about these relatively less privileged members of Chinese society and applied to participate in China Youth Volunteer Action. In the summer of that year, I came to the remote town of Huang Tuling where the migrant workers’ children gathered for summer camp.
On the first day in Huang Tuling Town Middle School, what jumped into my view was the old classrooms, dusty playground, and simple dorms with iron bedstead. I, a city girl, was really shocked. Throughout my conversation with the deputy head, a small teenage girl in worn-out jeans and wrinkled t-shirt sat watching from a brick wall by the playground. After the deputy head had gone, I...