〈來自遠方的孩子The Boy from a Distant Land〉
He was always alone—in America, individualism may be fashionable, but being a loner isn’t. Young people tend to travel in groups.
〈李花村 Plum Blossom Village〉
I’ve been a doctor for nearly forty years; judging by the look of things, I knew that the boy’s chances of survival were very slim. In spite of that, however, I had him put in the ICU. He lay there quietly, an oxygen mask covering his face. Suddenly I knelt down and said an unusually earnest prayer. “I’m willing to die, but I hope You will preserve this boy,” I said to God. “The reason is simple: I‘m 65 years old. I’ve lived a full and comfortable life; now I’m ready to take my leave of this world. But this boy is only six! Please let him live. Let him enjoy what life has to offer.”
The Ganges represents God’s infinite love. The ashes of rich and poor alike find their final resting place there—like God, the Ganges accepts them both.
My personal reason for train surfing is to affirm that I have value. Not being able to read makes me feel sort of inferior. I know that others will never respect me, but when I’m surfing a train, I feel like I’m awesome. I suppose my fellow train surfers are the same: they do it to gain others’ respect.
I didn’t want anyone inspecting my DNA to see if it was the same as Hitler’s. I’m not Hitler—I’m me. Hitler’s heart was full of hate, but mine has never been. Hitler was a pathological racist, but I’ve always promoted interracial understanding.
〈瓷娃娃 Porcelain Doll〉
As I sat inside the train, I couldn’t help reflecting: some people have everything, but they’ve forgotten all about their souls.