Liu Wei is a disabled pianist from Beijing. He won the first series of China's Got Talent by playing the piano 1 his toes.

When Liu was ten years old, 2  accident happened to him. When he 3  up after 45 days, he found that both of his arms 4 . His parents told him he should learn 5  to take care of himself, 6  no one could help him. His mother kept telling him that he is not different from 7 . In the hospital, he met an armless painter 8  encouraged him to learn to use his feet to write, brush his teeth and eat. 

9 he was very sad, but he knew life wouldn't stop for him. He focused 10 what he could do instead of what he 11 . He started playing the piano at 19 12 his music dream come true. His first teacher left as he considered 13 impossible for someone to play without fingers. However, Liu didn't give up. He practiced even 14 , more than seven hours a day. Finally, he proved himself to be a talent.

15  excellent man he is!

Einstein and the little girl

One afternoon Einstein was walking home from work. At the same time, a 12-year-old girl was walking home from 1 . They were soon walking side by side. The girl looked at him 2  from time to time. 

"3 me," the girl said, "but you look just like Albert Einstein. "

"That's 4 I am Albert Einstein!" Einstein said.

"I don't believe you," the girl said. "Everyone knows that Einstein is a 5 . But you're wearing your sweater 6 , so you can't be very clever. "

Einstein began to laugh. "You're the 7 person to be so honest with me," he said to the girl. "It's a pleasure to hear someone tell me the truth about my 8 . "

After that day, the girl often went to visit Einstein's house after school. One afternoon, the girl's mother went to visit Einstein. She asked him why he spent so much time with her daughter.

"Our 9 is easy to explain," Einstein said. "Your daughter tells me the truth about my look and brings me cookies. In 10 , I help her with her Maths homework. "

Bob Butler lost his legs in 1965 in Vietnam. A year later he returned to the US and began his life in wheelchair（轮椅）. One day, he was working in his yard when he heard a woman calling for help. He began moving towards the woman's house, but something on the ground stopped his wheelchair going through the back door. So he got out of his wheelchair and started to crawl.

When Butler got through the back door of the house, he found there was a little girl in the pool. She had no arms and couldn't swim. Her mother was calling for help crazily. Butler got into the pool and pulled the little girl out of the water. Her face was blue, and she was not breathing.

Butler did CPR（心肺复苏术）on her right away. As Butler continued doing CPR, he talked to the mother, "Don't worry," he said. "It'll be OK. I was her arms to get out of the pool. I am now her lungs. Together we can make it. "

Soon the little girl coughed and began to cry. The mother asked Butler how he knew it would be OK. "I didn't know," he told her. "But when my legs were blown off（炸掉）in the war, a little girl in Vietnam said to me in broken English, "It'll be OK. You will live. I'll be your legs. Together we can make it. " Her kind words brought hope to me and I wanted to do the same for your little girl. "

When Liberia was my home, they called it sweet. Sweet was the word I remembered most during the war. When I was five, my father, two sisters and I fled from Monrovia, the capital city of Liberia, and headed north on foot among panicked masses of criers — a journey that ended in a village where we hid from flying bullets（子弹）. Every dawn, my sisters and I joined my father and covered the pages of his small journal with words. My favorite word to write was "sweet", one that had the power to numb the reality of our 6-month abandonment（抛弃）by peace and civilization.

Eventually, we were considered the lucky ones: part of the wave of refugees who left Liberia in1990 to settle in America. My mother studied at Columbia University at the time, and we made our new home in her dormitory while awaiting her graduation. My father who left early in the mornings looked for work or news of a possible return to Liberia, only to return home with nothing to give us but new words to write in notebooks. He quickly found that the education received in Liberia was not good enough for an engineering job in the United States. So he took whatever job he could find to make sure we always had food on the table and books. 

In 2011, I founded a children's book publishing company: One More Book. It provides children's literature for the children of countries with low literacy（识字）rates and underrepresented cultures by publishing culturally relevant books that have something meaningful to say to them. My hope is to give children the peace I was given through the words of my father, by allowing them to see themselves in literature. I also think it is important to provide books about foreign countries to children in the United States, to increase the overall awareness of the world outside them.

I will never be able to give my father back the twenty years he spent working to educate us, or the home and life in Liberia he lost. I repay his sacrifice（牺牲）by honoring the education he fought for and offering my art to the world, with stories that make the histories of my people come alive, and with words to live by. 

He dreams of being a lawyer to protect the good people and  the bad ones  .