In Other Ways
Today I come to Oslo as a trustee, inspired and with renewed dedication to humanity; I accept this prize on behalf of all men who loved peace and brotherhood. I say I come as a trustee, for in the depths of my heart I am aware that this prize is much more than an honor to me personally.
The road of history is not level and smooth all along. Sometimes the path will come to a dangerous and difficult place.
It is only with the valiant and gallant spirit of the travelers that it can be passed through.
The vast and mighty Yangtzi River, when it comes to an endless, broad plain, will flow ten thousand miles in a rapid current. But as it reaches a narrow valley with high ranges of mountains, cliffs and precipices on both sides, which look dangerously steep, the river has to force its way through them in a winding, tortuous course. The same is the case with the developing course of a nation's history.
The history of human race is like going on a journey. Some of the places the traveler passes through are smooth and level pianos, and others are dangerous and rugged paths. The experienced travelers, when they moved on to a broad, level road, will naturally walk along with a light heart, but while they are passing through a rugged place they will all the more be seized with curiosity, and in such an extremely fantastic and magnificent realm, will all the more feel a sort of pleasure in an adventure.
My fellow and my friends;
Once I read a piece of news report. It says, "A middle school student in a remote mountainous area was doing his revision at home one day. His brother, whose age excelled school age, was playing and drawing on the paper with his elder brother's pencil at his side. Suddenly the younger brother raised his head thoughtfully, his little eyes were winking, and said to his brother seriously, "When will it thirty-second, brother?" The elder brother looked at his innocent younger brother and said with a smile, "What are you going to do on that thirty-second?" "Papa promised me to send me to school," said his younger brother. His brother, the middle school student looked at his lovely brother and his heart seemed to be stitched with needles. My God! My parents were working day and night in order to be able to afford my schooling. They were exhausted. How could they afford my younger brother's schooling? Oh, thirty-second ...
My dear friends, hearing this, didn't you feel sorry for them? We share the same native land, the same blue sky under the sun. Why cannot they be given lesson at school, sitting in the bright and big classroom? We are used to saying that education goes first before vitalizing the country. But now the country's fiscal solvency and material resources are not ample enough. What should we do? It requires that we should be of one heart and exert our efforts for our motherland.