It’s 1977, Chongqing, China and I’m 7 years old. The Entrance Examination to College has been resumed. One afternoon in the elementary school, the sunbeam from the window makes the classroom bright. We students sit inside, listening to the teacher’s lecture. Suddenly, peng, peng, two slight knocking on the door barely audible. The teacher walks to the door, opens it, and the middle-aged male in deep blue clothes appears by the door, whispering a few words to the teacher, passing a piece of paper to her, and then he leaves. The teacher closes the door and returns to the platform.
She says to the entire class, “Wei Liu’s painting has been honored to be selected to Sichuan Province.”
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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, one person tells 5 or more persons, expanding the democratic strength, to save yourself, your friends and our country.
To me, this is a bad news for my goal is Helsinki. Now many pairs of eyes of my classmates are on me, reminding me this is something special. It should be specially good, shouldn’t be specially bad. My painting has survived in the two selections of Urban District of Chongqing and the City of Chongqing, but it didn’t survive in the third selection of Sichuan Province. I cannot be happy, feeling dismay. Should I tell my Mom and Dad about it? I cannot see any goodness of it. They seldom display any interest in my painting, and they might strike me. I cannot find anyone to talk about it, feeling depressed.
Now I go to school in the morning and in the afternoon. One day after school after returning home, I’m painting on the paper. My Mom comes to me and asks, “Have you finished you homework?”
“Then you need to finish your homework first. Now you go to school, not in the kindergarten any more. Studying is the important thing for you and painting is only your pastime when you have the time for it. Even if you do not paint at all, it is not something bad,” Mom says without any expression in her face. I obey her, having no other option. I do not like the way she talks, no expression on her face at all. I never see her display any unhappiness, no anxiety or sadness, not to mention crying. She looks always strong. What is the goodness of being strong? To be strong, my Mom has put down her accordion, no more smiling. Should other people agree to it? I don’t agree. I want to paint/draw, but have to put down my brush. In the future, I want to play chess, to read the masterpieces of the world, and they will want me to play less chess and read fewer masterpieces, and spend time on the Entrance Examination to College, to enter the battlefields to defeat other people like entering so-called good working unit. I don’t want to be a strong person; I want to smash the system in which humans are killing each other. Once there is a time in my life, I will do it.
I have lived in this country for 7 years. Others call me, “Old Wei”, “Old Wei Liu”, “Old Wei Wei”, there is always the word “Old” in my name, maybe because I can see things in the future. To be called old, one should be at least 50 years old, and this year of 1977, I’m just 7 years old. It means that I can see things 40 years later and enter the time after 2000 or 21st century freely. This needs a telescope. I have such a telescope and can enter and leave the 21st century freely.
I do not expect my Mom to say anything good and she is just a harmony of my Dad. I cannot do what they expect of me. I’m not as strong as they expect and cannot win. I feel oppressed and I have no one to talk to.
I know Chinese people do not have an square inch of land that God give people to live, do not have any welfares like housing, and all the resources/wealth are occupied or robbed by the Communist regime, and then they throw us into the battlefields like war, Cultural Revolution and Entrance Examination to College one after another. My Dad and Mom teach me to become a stronger person, to defeat other people, demanding me enter a key middle school with qualified score in 1982 when I reach 12, enter a key high school with qualified score in 1985 when I reach 15, enter the college with qualified score in the Entrance Examination to College in 1988 when I reach 18. Why should I not only enter the battlefields and there are already 3 battlefields for me to go through when I’m a minor? Now in 1977, I’m 7 years old in Grade 1 at elementary school, and have to reach the school by 8 in the morning, and then keep studying till 8 at night when finishing the homework. During the 12 hours, except eating, going to the bathroom, I cannot do anything I like. Every day as an elementary school student, I contribute my 12 sober hours to the Entrance Examination to Middle School, the Entrance Examination to Senior High, the Entrance Examination to College. After the elementary school, the contribution demanded upon me can only be more, not less. In fact in this Communist country, people undergo the endless struggles fighting each other. And why should people have to defeat other people to survive? Isn’t this a society in which human eats human?