Forever Dancing:

The paralympic never fails to move me.

This time, it's the girl in pink, among the azure back ground, like a bloomed rose in the dark night, captured the beauty of the whole nature.

She is twelve, and she dances, which recalls my childhood, when dancing class was my favourite.

And then, there's May 12th, 2008. Maybe for her, there's no memory about that three days, only darkness. The fragile school building collapsed in the earthquake, pressing on her little body and her other classmates, her left leg stuck firmly in the relics.

The fainted girl was discovered the next day, but the rescuors couldn't pull her out without massive machineries which were unavailable to them for the roads were destroyed by the quake too.

The whole nation was watching her, anxious, helpless. For seventy hours, she stayed there, among the relics and probably, bodies of her former classmates. For seventy hours, she watch rescuors coming and going. She Struggled for life. She is twelve, the most blithe age.

Worrying that she couldn't survive anymore hours lying down the relics severly injured, the doctors decided to ampulate her leg to save her life.

Can you imagine the pain? You know you can dance the prettiest balad, you know you'll shine with your nimble limbs, but now, you watch yourself to be ampulated.

Luckily, she survived all.

And here she is, dancing in the center of paralympic opening ceremony, in the center of the world too. Elegantly did she sit on wheelchair, and the other dances around her mimic the movement of her legs. Yes, with our help and support, she can dance forever.

So she danced, with music, in pink dress like a princess in fairytale, who had survived the disaster and will be rewarded with all the happiness in the world.

She'll dance forever. Although real life maybe be crueler than the fairy tale, but she will dance forever.