<p class="ql-block"> Years later, if I were to visit a charity art exhibition again, I would surely recall that distant afternoon when Grandma and Dad took me to an eye-opening exhibition—the "Star Youth Employment Support Program and the 20th Anniversary Celebration of Lei Studio."</p><p class="ql-block"> Before even entering, I felt a warm atmosphere. The dear Teacher Lei Jia and dear Teacher Qian xiaoyi gave me a big, enthusiastic hug! Ah, it was as if sunlight surrounded Teacher Lei; against the gray sky, she shone dazzlingly bright!</p><p class="ql-block"> Then Teacher Lei taught me to "draw hands." The table was already filled with many "hands," some simple, some complex, each painted with their own dreams and beauties. Believing I had no artistic talent, I drew some stars, a few sunflowers, and a human and an alien (both stick figures) to represent my work.</p><p class="ql-block"> To be honest, I knew little about the realm of art, like standing on the shore gazing at the deep sea. Yet at that moment, an invisible yet powerful force gently enveloped me—the air seemed to condense into a warm, gentle river, silently lifting me and carrying me toward a distant shore belonging only to "art" and "love." In the quiet light of the gallery hung a strange piece, which, among the meticulously painted landscapes and portraits around it, stood like a solitary, stubborn declaration of a soul. On its heart-shaped outline, cold hoses were entwined, soft cloth flowers dotted, and rough felt scraps covered. After gazing for a long time, a belated realization pierced the fog like a glimmer: Oh, this heart is a vessel of love! Those flowers are marks of blossoming emotions, and the interweaving of cold and soft is precisely the complex, true trinity of love!</p><p class="ql-block"> In that instant, the entire gallery transformed before my eyes. Every silent canvas was no longer a static image but a window to secret universes, revealing the unspoken thoughts and yearnings of the creators. It turned out everyone was doing their utmost to paint their own irreplaceable utopia—whether the comfort brought by furry lives, the vitality sprouting in lush greenery, the untamed spirit symbolized by a mythic hero’s wind-fire wheels, or the boundless reverie ignited by the vast starry sea... Which of these isn’t a burning gaze and unceasing passion humans cast upon the world? Ah! I suddenly understood: everyone was doing the same thing—using brushes as boats to salvage the most precious light hidden in their hearts, weaving their deep love for this world, stroke by stroke, into the only tangible, visible eternity in this world.</p><p class="ql-block"> After sitting down, I saw a poster featuring Brother Anyang and embroidery. To my left were the paintings and embroidery of older brothers and sisters known as "children of the stars." Though they face challenges of autism or developmental delays, they can use their deft hands to embroider beautiful patterns. More importantly, in teaching others to embroider, they have gained the radiance of confidence, allowing them to earn money standing like ordinary people and live with smiles. Their straightened spines shine brighter than any award certificate. I want to become such a light too, sewing warmth and hope into the folds of life, letting every stitch grow spring. I truly hope that one day I can also be a light that illuminates others, just like this embroidery, sewing warmth and hope stitch by stitch into every corner of society.</p><p class="ql-block"> The curtain of the sharing session was about to rise, and the air already brimmed with anticipation and warmth. Oh, the volunteers of Ai Ai Ai! You are such remarkable beings! From four-year-old children with childish innocence to silver-haired elders in their seventies, every figure shines with selfless light, weaving a web of love and warmth for the children of the stars.</p><p class="ql-block"> The sharing session began, and the brightest star in my memory was the song "Our Starry Sky." As the melody played, it was as if countless stars twinkled in the dark. The song held the warmth of understanding and companionship, gently knocking on the doors of every lonely heart. There were also two partners affectionately called "sales champions"—their smiles were full of sunshine, and every interaction was like a spring breeze brushing over a barren land, making the silent world quietly bloom. It turns out love and dedication know no bounds. Whether it’s the concern across distances between screens, the warm gaze of face-to-face encounters, building bridges with songs, or lighting up understanding with popular science—if you are willing to reach out, even a little bit of heart can converge into a galaxy illuminating the night sky. This is the magic of love: it brings people of different ages and identities together, making ordinary actions burst with extraordinary power. And we all believe that as long as there is love in our hearts, the world is always worth striving for.</p> <p class="ql-block"> Finally, when it was my turn to read a poem, my voice trembled slightly. It was just an ordinary poem, with clumsy observations of the world hidden between the lines, so plain I almost felt ashamed of it myself. But when I closed the poetry book and looked up at the audience, dear Teacher Lei walked over with a smile—in her hands, she held my novel Plants and Dear Little Bugs! In that instant, time seemed to stand still—it was really held in front of me, like a new sprout finally breaking through the soil, carrying the fragrance of earth and the warmth of sunlight. Tears welled up without warning, scorching down my cheeks. I saw encouragement in Teacher Lei’s eyes, heard faint applause around me, but my heart was filled only with overwhelming shock and joy, like a lone boat drifting in the depths of the universe finally catching sight of the planet marked "home." All the hardships, waiting, and self-doubt melted into the most surging warmth at that moment, breaching the dam of my eyes. Ah! Dear Teacher Lei, you saw the starry sky deep in my soul. It is you who made this dream-laden book transform from a phantom between pages into something tangible. I will treasure this kindness for the rest of my life. I love you!</p> <p class="ql-block"> And the gift Brother Anyang handed me was like a warm seal, lightly pressed on the first page of my memory. It was a small scorpion embroidered with silk thread (my zodiac sign is Scorpio), with a few lines of blessings also written with needle and thread, the words climbing like vines on the plain fabric. Grateful to you, this scorpion now perches over my heart, hibernating into an everlasting spring!</p><p class="ql-block"> Finally, what I want to say is: Thank you, all of you! When these five words welled up from the bottom of my heart, they carried a scorching weight—like spring tide overflowing frozen soil, like starlight falling into a deep pool, like a bird that has finally found its way home flapping its wings and breaking open the tenderness of an entire universe. It made me understand: because of you, I no longer fear being "alone"; because of you, I dare to believe the world is "worthwhile"; it let me know that loving and being loved is life’s most generous gift! Dear Teacher Lei, dear Teacher Qian, dear Teacher meng, dear volunteers, dear star partners, thank you, all of you!!</p><p class="ql-block"> 多年以后，要是我还去参观公益画展，准会想起好婆和爸爸带我去参观那场让我大开眼界的画展（星青年就业扶持计划，暨雷工作室二十周年庆典）的那个遥远的下午。</p><p class="ql-block"> 还没进门我就感受到了温暖的氛围，亲爱的雷迦老师和亲爱的钱晓忆老师热情的给了我一个大大的拥抱！啊，雷老师身边仿佛有阳关普照，在灰蒙蒙的天空下竟显得无比耀眼！</p><p class="ql-block"> 接着雷老师就教我“画手”，桌子上已经摆了许多的“手”，有的简单有的复杂，无一例外都画着各自的梦想、各自的美好等等，我自认为没有艺术细胞，于是画了一些星星，几朵向日葵，一个人类和外星人（都是火柴人）用来代表我的作品，表达对这个世界和地球的爱吧。</p><p class="ql-block"> 实话说，我对艺术的疆域知之甚少，如同站在岸边遥望深海。然而此刻，一股无形却磅礴的力量正悄然包裹着我——空气仿佛凝结成一条温润的河流，无声无息地托举着我，载我漂向一个只属于“艺术”与“爱”的遥远彼岸。画廊静谧的光线里，悬挂着一幅奇异之作，它在周遭精心绘制的风景与肖像中，如同一个孤独而执拗的灵魂宣言。我的心形轮廓之上，缠绕着冰冷的软管，点缀着柔软的布花，覆盖着粗粝的毛毡碎片。凝视良久，一种迟来的领悟如微光穿透迷雾：哦，原来这颗心是承载爱的方舟，那些花是绽放情感的印记，冰冷与柔软的交织，正是爱与那复杂而真实的三位一体啊！</p><p class="ql-block"> 就在那一刻，整个画廊在我眼中骤然蜕变。每一幅沉默的画布都不再是静止的图像，它们成了通往一个个隐秘宇宙的窗口，袒露着创作者未曾言说的心事与渴望。原来，所有人都在倾尽全力，描绘着各自心中那片无可替代的桃源——无论是毛茸茸的生命带来的慰藉，还是草木葱茏处萌发的生机，甚至是神话英雄脚踏的风火轮所象征的不羁，抑或浩瀚星海点燃的无垠遐思……哪一样不是人类投向这世界滚烫的目光与不息的热望？啊！我恍然大悟，原来大家都在做同一件事：用画笔作舟，打捞沉潜在心底最珍贵的光亮，将对这人间深沉的爱恋，一笔一划，织成这世间唯一能触摸的、看得见的永恒模样。</p><p class="ql-block"> 坐定之后，我看见了一幅海报，上面是安阳哥哥和刺绣，在我的左边，就是那些被称为“星星的孩子”的大哥哥大姐姐们的画作和刺绣，虽然他们面临着自闭症或发育迟缓的挑战，却能用灵巧的双手绣出美丽的图案，更在教别人刺绣的过程中收获了自信的光芒，更让他们像普通人一样站着挣钱、笑着生活，他们挺直的脊梁比任何奖状都亮。我也想成为这样的光啊，把温暖和希望缝进生活的褶皱里，让每道针脚都长出春天。真希望将来我也能成为照亮别人的光，就像这些刺绣一样，把温暖和希望一针一线缝进社会的每个角落。</p><p class="ql-block"> 分享会的帷幕即将拉开，空气中已弥漫着期待与温情的气息。爱碍爱的志愿者们啊，你们是如此了不起的存在！从稚气未脱的四岁孩童，到白发苍苍的古稀长者，每一个身影都闪耀着无私的光芒，为星星的孩子们编织着一张充满爱与温暖的网。</p><p class="ql-block"> 分享会开始了，我记忆中最明亮的星，莫过于那首《我们的星空》。当旋律响起，仿佛有无数星辰在黑暗中闪烁，歌声里藏着理解与陪伴的温度，轻轻叩开了每一颗孤独心灵的大门。还有那两位被亲切称为“销冠”的伙伴——他们的笑容里盛满阳光，每一次互动都像春风拂过荒原，让沉默的世界悄然绽放生机。原来爱与奉献从不拘泥于形式。无论是屏幕两端跨越距离的牵挂，还是面对面相视时的温暖目光；无论是用歌声搭建桥梁，还是以科普点亮认知的微光——只要你愿意伸出手，哪怕只是一点点心意，也能汇成照亮夜空的银河。这就是爱的魔法吧：它让不同年龄、不同身份的人站在一起，让平凡的举动迸发出非凡的力量。而我们共同相信，只要心中有爱，人间便永远值得奔赴。</p><p class="ql-block"> 最后轮到我读诗时，声音还带着一丝不易察觉的颤抖。那不过是一首平平无奇的诗，字句间藏着我对世界的笨拙观察，连自己都觉得平凡得近乎羞赧。可当我抬头望向台下时，亲爱的雷老师却微笑着走到我身边——她手中捧着的，竟是我写的小说《植物和亲爱的虫子们》！那一瞬间，时间仿佛凝滞了——它真的被捧在了眼前，像一片终于破土而出的新芽，带着泥土的芬芳和阳光的温度。眼泪毫无预兆地涌了出来，滚烫地划过脸颊。我看见雷老师眼里的鼓励，听见周围隐约的掌声，可我心里只有翻江倒海的震撼与狂喜，就像宇宙深处飘荡的孤舟，终于望见了那颗标注着“家园”的星球。所有的艰辛、等待、自我否定，都在这一刻化作了最汹涌的暖流，冲垮了眼眶的堤坝。啊！亲爱的雷老师，您看见了我灵魂深处那片无人知晓的星空。是您让这本承载着梦想的书，从纸页间的幻影变成了触手可及的真实。这份恩情，我会用余生去珍藏。我爱您！</p><p class="ql-block"> 而安阳哥哥递来的那份礼物，像一枚温热的印章，轻轻盖在我记忆的扉页上。那是一只用丝线绣成的小蝎子（我的星座是天蝎座），旁边还缀着几行同样以针代笔的祝福，字句如藤蔓般攀援在素色底布上。感恩有您，让这只蝎子从此盘踞在我心口，蛰伏成永不褪色的春天！</p><p class="ql-block"> 最后，我想说的是，感恩有您们！这五个字从心底涌上来时，竟带着滚烫的重量——像春潮漫过冻土，像星光落进深潭，像终于找到归处的飞鸟扑棱着翅膀，撞开了一整个宇宙的温柔，让我明白：因为有你们，我不再害怕“一个人”；因为有你们，我敢相信“人间值得”，让我知道，爱与被爱，本就是生命最慷慨的馈赠！亲爱的雷老师，亲爱的钱老师，亲爱的孟老师，亲爱的所有志愿者哥哥姐姐叔叔阿姨爷爷奶奶们，亲爱的星伙伴们，感恩有您们！！</p>