多少年来,我就想拥有一份“保险卡”(存折)。因为,我是一个残疾人,比常人更需要安全感。往事不堪回首。两年前,那次施工塌方,无情地夺去我的双腿。那时,我既是孤儿,又是残废人。世界给我的,仅是一部手摇车。该哭的都哭过了,再不能让命运去摆布——迎着朝阳,我转动摇车、立于街头,修钟表、补鞋伞……渐渐地,贫困 For years, I wanted to have a “insurance card” (passbook). Because, I am a disabled person, more than the average person needs a sense of security. Forget the past. Two years ago, that construction collapse, mercilessly robbed my legs. At that time, I was both an orphan and a disabled. The world gave me, only a hand car. I cried and cried, and I could not let my fate go to the mercy. - In the face of the sunrise, I turned the car and stood on the street, repaired the clock and made up the umbrella. Gradually, poverty