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Disability, for a person, for me, is a kind of eternal pain. No matter what kind of panacea or rejuvenating miracle doctor, it can't eliminate the pain. It's just that if the pain lasts for a long time, it will become numb. And this numbness is half-dreaming, and will wake up if there is a slight wind and rain erosion. If I say that the sea is made of my tears, it cannot express my sadness. If the roar of the volcano erupts is made of my sighs, it cannot express my helplessness. The desire to walk has always been with me, my childhood, my youth, and even my whole life. It would be great if I could walk, even if I was limping. However, it is difficult for a healthy person to imagine how beautiful and beautiful these dreams are.