“哗哗……”一阵阵此起彼伏的掌声翻开我人生的第n课……“看,心灵之声残疾人艺术团。”“心灵之声,心灵之声……”我一遍遍地念叨着。“怎么啦,你?中邪啦?”“去!我只是感到有种异样的感觉。”“下面介绍的是一位被高压电截去双臂的叔叔,他曾经在第一届、第二届残疾人运动会上获得四枚金牌。”“畦!”同学们不禁瞪大了眼睛,由衷地惊叹。“看,他来了,胸前的四块金牌,光彩夺目,似乎比一般的金牌更耀眼啊。”看着残疾人叔叔用脚夹起毛笔,蘸了墨水在一大幅纸上写着什么。“腾飞!”当大幅纸被提起展示时,同学们 “Oh...” The waves of applause began to open the first lesson of my life... “Look, the voice of the soul, the disabled art troupe.” “The voice of the soul, the voice of the soul...” I said over and over again. “What’s the matter, you? Evil?” “Go! I just feel a strange feeling.” “The following is an uncle who had his arms cut off by high voltage, he once was in the first session. At the Second Disabled Men’s Games, they won four gold medals.” “Oh!” The students could not help but stare at their eyes and truly marveled. “Look, he is coming. The four gold medals on his chest are dazzling and bright. They seem to be more dazzling than the average gold medal.” Looking at the handicapped disabled uncle, he took a brush with his feet and inked what was written on a large piece of paper. “Soar!” When the big paper was brought up for display, the students