这些耳朵失聪的孩子,用阳光和雨露洗刷的手,与世界对话,组织精彩的人生。每一双清澈的眼睛里,复制着鸟儿张开的翅膀;每一张绽放的笑脸,让奔腾的富水河激动不已。孩子的手,是一把把春天的钥匙,正在打开一扇扇大门。我听见锁孔转动的声音,听见花开的声音,听见心跳的声音,像一句句舞台情景剧的台词,在感恩生命。孩子用会说话的手、灵巧的手、智慧的手,采摘果实,一步步攀登,爬到白云之上,放 These deaf children with ears, hands scrubbed with sunshine and rain, conversations with the world, organize wonderful life. Each pair of clear eyes, copy the wings of a bird; each bloom smile, so excited Pentium River rich water. The child’s hand is a key to the spring, is opening a fan door. I heard the sound of keyhole rotation, I heard the sound of flowers, hear the voice of heartbeat, like a line of stage drama scene, thanksgiving life. The child uses the speaking hand, the dexterous hand, the wisdom hand, picks the fruit, climbs step by step, climbs to the white cloud, puts