天使幼稚园——我的梦想
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我有一个梦想，在一处僻静的森林里，或是依山傍水的村庄，建一所“天使幼稚园”，给那些特别的孩子，一个童年的天堂。 或许只是个村庄，有很多小房子，像小矮人一样，和家人一起劳作，种上蔬菜和水果，再养一群猫狗和鸡鸭，让孩子像野草一样疯长，他们是特别的，只是汲取大自然的力量。
他们是上帝宠爱的孩子，有着这样那样的特长，多动症、亚斯伯格综合症、智障、卡普格拉妄想症、爱丽丝漫游综合症、大雄-胖虎综合症、快乐木偶综合症、威廉姆斯综合症、学者综合症等等，但他们又是健全的，外表看着和许许多多的孩子一样。我知道他们的特别，他们的思想，正常人都不能感受到。在我的幼稚园就有两个这样的孩子。一个永远仰望天空或是天花板，从来不写字，把所有的书本都画了奇异空灵的画作，我是如何也不知道一个5岁孩子的大脑里在想些什么，怎么能画出这样的奇迹。另一个永远不会说出学习的内容，什么也学不会，唱歌跳舞甚至说话都口齿不清，但她善良至极，关心每一个同学，关心老师，关心天气，关心地板有没有脏，帮小朋友系鞋带，虽然她系半天都系不好，帮老师扫地，擦干净每一张桌子，放学后摆好每一把椅子，然后必须要我帮她拉好书包拉链，再牵着她的手下楼回家，这样她才会有灿烂的笑容。所以我想把他俩带到我的“天使幼稚园”，让他们在那里快乐成长。
他们和一般的孩子不一样，大多数的幼稚园对于他们来说像监狱。我想，他们需要更特别的成长。他们也许不是老师喜欢的孩子，因为他们连1+1都不知道等几；他们也许是同学嘲笑的对象，孩子们之间无意的嘲讽或许更刺激他们本来就别样的心灵。那就到“天使幼稚园”来吧，在这里不用学习，在一个个的小房间里，我为每一个特别的孩子营造一个属于他的小天地，只做自己喜欢的事。他们可以不会奥数，只愿意写写文字，谁说他不会成为文学巨匠呢？即使什么都不是又能怎样？太多正常的人可以做太多正常的事，如果上帝只为他们开了一扇窗，就索性自私任性一回吧。他们也许不会读书，所有的表达都是画笔，那就画画吧。在他的眼里，一切都是美好的，生命的意义，就是画来画去。那就只是在画画，无关名利与地位。或许他爱唱歌弹琴或是吹笛子，可以听得见生命流逝的旋律，那就感受他的世界吧，也许我们不能聆听，但是可以守望，谁知道他会不会是下一个理查德·克莱德曼或者朗朗。或许他什么都不能做，那只是在我们眼里。他一定有他的世界，我们无法感知。有时候，我甚至希望我也是个有精神疾病的孩子，就可以体验到他们的内心世界的绮丽。
我想建一所“天使幼稚园”，或许像城堡，那些精灵的孩子，都是暗夜的天使。城堡的每个房间，都有秘密，只是在他的世界里，创造着他的奇迹。告诉我你的孩子的特别，我为你保守秘密，带他来到“天使幼稚园”，让他像天使一样成长，这一定是一个梦幻而又神奇经历。我愿融入在他们的世界里，对他们说:“YES!”
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Angel Kindergarten -- My Dream
I have a dream, in a secluded forest or in a village where is situated at the foot of a hill and beside a stream, built a "Angel Kindergarten", to the special children, a childhood paradise. May be a village, there are many small houses, like dwarves, family number and worked together, plant the kinds of vegetables and fruits, and cultivate a group of cats and dogs and chickens and ducks, let the children like soaring as the grass of the field, they are special, just learn the nature of power.
They are the children who are loved by God, such as specialty, ADHD, Asperger's syndrome, mental retardation, Karp Guerra paranoia, Alice roaming syndrome, male - gian syndrome, Angelman syndrome, Williams syndrome, savant syndrome, and so on, but they are sound and healthy, their appearance look like lots of kids. I know their specialties, their minds, normal people can not feel. There are two such kids in my kindergarten.. they always look up at the sky or ceiling, never write, all the books are drawn from the singular ethereal paintings, I don't know in the brain of a 5 year old child what to think, how to draw such a miracle. Another will never tell the learning content, not learn anything, singing and dancing and even what he said is enunciation unclear, but she is extremely good, care every students, concerned about the teacher, concerned about the weather, there is no dirt floor paying attention to, help children to tie his shoes, although she can’t tie for a long time, help the teacher to sweep the floor, wipe clean every piece of table, school backswing. Each of the chair, then I have to help her to pull a good bag zipper, holding her hand down the stairs to go home, so she will have brilliant smile. So I want to take them to my "Angel Kindergarten," and make them happy and grow there..
They are not like the ordinary children, most of the kindergarten for them as prison. I think they need to grow more specifically. They may not the children who are not loved by teachers, because they even do not know the result of 1+1. They may be teased, children inadvertently mocked perhaps more to stimulate them and they have different kind of mind. Then the Angel Kindergarten, come on! here, do not learn, in one of the small room, I created a little world for every child in particular which belong to his, just do what they like. They can not only be willing to write text, Mathematical Olympiad, who says he will not become a literary master? Even if nothing to be? Too many normal people can do too much normal things. If God only for them to open a window, simply selfish wayward back. They might not read, and all the expressions were the brush, and then draw.. In his eyes, everything is beautiful, the meaning of life, is the painting to draw. It was just painting, nothing with the fame and position. Perhaps he loved to sing or play the piano or played on the flute, you can hear the melody of life passes, it will feel his world, we may not be able to listen to, but you can watch, who knows he will not be a Richard Clayderman or Lang Lang. Maybe he can't do anything, it's just in our eyes.. He must have his world, we can not perceive. Sometimes, I even hope that I am a child with mental illness so that I can experience their beautiful inner world.
I want to build an angel kindergarten, perhaps as the castle, the elves of the children, are the night of the angels. Every room in the castle, there are secrets, but in his world, creating his miracle. Tell me your child's specialty, I keep the secret for you, take him to the Angel Kindergarten, so he grew like an angel, this must be a dream and amazing experience. I would like to integrate them in their world and say to them: "YES!"
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