I say nothing. I don’t like this. This means they will treat me worse. One afternoon my Dad demand me write 5 lines of Chinese characters on an exercise book. I’m not willing to do it, feeling too much. Writing 1 line of 10 Chinese characters will cost me lots of time and energy.
“I can only write 3 lines,” I say.
“No, 5 lines,” my Dad says firmly.
“3 lines,” I say.
“5 lines,” he says, opening his big palm fully, 5 fingers pointing out.
“5 lines,” he does not change with his face turning red.
“3 lines,” I cannot see the goodness of writing 2 more lines.
My Dad is reaching the slender stick at the corner of the room. Holding it in hand, he comes to grab me and starts to strike me with the stick. It lands on my arms, painful.
“Dad, don’t strike me—, don’t strike me—”
“I strike you for you not listen to me,” he says in anger.
Pa—pa—, the bamboo stick keeps landing on my arms, legs, back. Sharp pain, sharp pain.
“Dad, don’t strike me—, don’t strike me—” I scream.
“I strike you for you not listen to me,” saying so, he keeps striking me.
Pa—pa—, the bamboo stick lands on my body one time after another. My body writhes, using one hand to hold his body, which makes my body closer to him so that it’s kind of inconvenient for him to brandish the bamboo stick.
Pa—pa—, the bamboo stick still lands on my body. It looks my movement does not help much. Sharp pain, sharp pain.
I cry, cry, cry, screaming, screaming, screaming.
His strike upon me does not alleviate, but more intense. His heart is truly made of stone.
He brandishes the bamboo stick upon my body. I want to avert it. That bamboo stick moves horizontally and lands on my right knee. I don’t know how. My legs do not support my torso and my torso falls on the ground. I didn’t expect this. I want to stand up.
Before I stand up, the bamboo stick lands on my arms, back more times.
“5 lines—” his harsh voice comes again.
“All right—”I say in a crying voice, with tears all over my face.
Then I go back to my little desk, opening the exercises book and begin to write the 5 lines of Chinese characters. I wipe my tears off my face. Sometimes my written characters become blur, and I wipe my face again. From beginning to end, my Mom sits in the room, watching. She didn’t say a word or make a single move to rescue me. They treat me like this. One day in the future, I will strike back. I know there are little of that possibility, and I shouldn’t hate my Dad or my Mom.
The end of “My Dad Strikes Me for I Do Not Write 5 Lines of Chinese Characters—My Life in China 1.18”
My Life in China: Book One: From Birth to the Graduation of Elementary School to be continued
公友/觉醒人士/民主人士/普通百姓 刘蔚 2013年9月23日更新
Wei Liu: China Revolution: The Grand All-People Revolution in China
Human Rights Worker/Awakened People/Democratic People/Common People
Wei Liu September 6, 2013 Renewed
如果你还想你或你亲友每人拿回土地，住房，医疗，拿回包括公民税率，政府各方面开支等社会事务的表决权这些民主人权，你最好读完这篇长文。你可以从Google translate/谷歌翻译听文章的朗读。你可告诉你外国朋友/老师我写的英文。更多文章见我的海外博讯boxun网站的博客，加上前后的www, com 我名字在首页底部的作者群中。从2007年到2013年8月，我博客的显示点击量已达200万，而按博讯说的各博客的实际点击量是显示点击量的10倍以上，那我博客的实际点击量到2013年8月已达2000万。我们的文字是对中国民众说的，是我们认为真实的情况，欢迎各位，各媒体.转载，传播，救自己，救别人，救中国。
If you want you or your friends in this life get back the human rights of half an acre land, welfares of housing, medical care, the voting rights on the tax rate and the government budget, you’d better read through this long essay. Google translate can read text aloud for you. If you have foreign friends/teachers, you may tell them to read the English part of my essay. More articles of mine can be seen my blog at “boxun”, my name Wei Liu/刘蔚 is at the bottom of the homepage. From 2007 to 2013, my blog has 2 million displayed visits, and the website says that the actual visits is 10 times as the displayed visits. Then the actual visits of my blog is 20 million visits. What we say here we hold is true and is for 1.3 billion Chinese people. Every one is welcomed to publish, to spread our words to save yourself, your friends and our country.
Originated from the western Marxism, the Chinese Communist regime has been robbing the 1.3 billion Chinese people of the land, the 4 living welfares of housing, food, education and medical care, and has been throwing our nation in the battlefields of war, the Cultural Revolution, the Entrance Examination to College, the endless material production and the endless pollution, one battlefield after another since 1949. Since 2000, the living expenses of housing, food, education and medical care for a person’s life time is about 1.6+0.7+0.1+0.1=2.5 million yuan, about 600,000 U. S. dollars. Since 2000, the average income in China is about 10,000 yuan per year. One works 30 years for a lifetime and just makes 300,000 yuan, about 50,000 U. S. dollars in a lifetime. This means even one works 8 lifetimes and still cannot make enough income to cover the living expenses for 1 lifetime. Over 98% of adults in China cannot solve by himself/herself one or more items of the 4 basic livings, floundering at the verge of death. Many people cried and many committed suicide.