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The  Trip  to  GUANGXI             Adorna Yip

       Facing me are two letters from my friends in China written in simplified Chinese. Although I do not completely understand their words, I feel very happy and warm because they took the time to write me a letter. This made me think back a few months ago when I actually visited them¡K

Around July 2001, my dad received an invitation to go to Guangxi from the CFCF (Caring For Children Foundation). They are an organisation that carries out lots of charity work in China. One of these is helping children and teenagers from unfortunate backgrounds to have the chance of education. My dad was invited because he is enthusiastic to be involved with charity work. They also invited me to go along with them as a young teenager living in Hong Kong, who has never really experienced harsh living conditions before. Consequently, I could go through rural life in China and learn from the experience. The TVB crew also came along to film us and broadcast it on TV so that everyone in Hong Kong could share our experiences and hopefully, like me, learn something from it.

We left Hong Kong on August 31st and flew to Nanling. When we arrived, we travelled to Nanling University where a group of students welcomed us. They were all being supported by the CFCF. While everybody was chatting and introducing themselves, I stood there silently because I couldn¡¦t understand Mandarin and had trouble communicating with them. Luckily, one of the students was studying English and we immediately began a conversation. We talked about where we live, what our hobbies are, what we think of school and our hopes for the future. He wished to travel overseas one-day and visit the world, but was not very hopeful because he is incapable of having enough money. He would have to work a lot harder than the people of Hong Kong to make his wish come true. I encouraged him not to give up and wished him good luck.

When we visited the students¡¦ dormitories, I was surprised to see how crowded they were. While most of my friends have their own bedroom, the students share one room with seven other people. I immediately felt very lucky compared with them.

The most memorable moment was when we said goodbye. It was drizzling and we prepared to dash to the van as quickly as possible. Suddenly, two students came running up and brought us umbrellas. We all felt extremely grateful and thanked them heartedly.

The next day, we went to Yongshui to visit a special school for deaf children. I was shocked when I saw the structure of their buildings. The walls had cracks in it, the roof was near to collapsing and even the playground had holes all over the place. It was a very old and rural place. When I went into their kitchen to take a peek at what they will eat that evening, I found rice and lotus root only. That was all they ate for dinner.

You would expect such unfortunate children to be very sad and unsociable. However they were quite friendly and greeted us by singing China¡¦s national anthem with sign language, then performing an aerobic dance in the playground. I actually found it easier to communicate with them than with the Mandarin speakers because I could at least guess what the deaf children are trying to say with their body language. If everyone communicated with his or her hearts, language would not be necessary anymore.  . . . . .

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