I do have a dream , very different from Martin Luther King's . It's nothing , yet, difficult to be achieved.

If my memory serves me right, at the age of 13, mother offered father an advice and since then they ressolved to move from the countryside to the town where i live now.All they did was just for one thing they aimed at getting their children receiving the best education they could afford. Father was a teacher, so teaching was his field, but farming wasn't. Such was the cruel truth that those who worked hardest and did the dirty handwork but earned the lowest income. Mother and father got up early and came back late, but they could just keep the wolf out of the door, cause there are three children to support.To their mind, life is a bitch.

One day , to their great delight, father found that growing vegetables was a good going, so he bought a house with a large kitchen graden with the only money he had in our account. Then our growing bussiness began. The harvest in the first year was not satisfying though.Ritht on cue,when father and mother were figuring out what to do, a kind neibour made her appearance and rendered some suggestions.After a thoughtful consideration, motivated by the handsome money, they decided to use the frtilizers.

Indeed,the vegetables growed very well, and they were nothing if not pleased. Not for nothing was the effort paid on the study of fertilizers by the "well-educated"experts. Seeing the great achievements made on farming, many farmers took the cue from us. Years of hard work had bent farmer's shoulders but had never made them throw the habit of using fertilizers away. Still worse, they became addicted to the using of those, and of course vegetables couldn't live from those.Although all of us had seen the truth, w all turned a deaf ear to it and funny enough, none of us took it too much to our hearts.

One sunny day, to everyone's great surprise, nightmare came. Father shouted that his stomach ached. But he was so srong and never took any medicines wheneven he had problems, not even once, which was the very truth and everyone took his iron of will for granted.When he was wheeled to the emergency room, we were greatly taken aback by the diagnosed outcome, "CANCER", said the doctor,"and the cancer had reached such a stage that we had to have all his stomach cut to save his life".With the unbearable pain to bear, Father met his maker one year later after that whole-stomach-cut opertion.We were all in blood of tears but had to accept it.

From then on, my dream sproud up. I have a dream that one day we could see our parents so dear to us die old rather than die of any diseases. Every year,uncountable people were killed by cancer, and unfortunely the farmers are indirect murders, but i do think w should put all the blames on the fertilizers producers.Not very far, people around me , were the source of the shocking news , which came one after another. A cancer-like tumour grows on cousin's leg, my uncle died of heart attack, friend's mother was kille by lung cancer.How dreadful! All those news make my hair stand on end and also have the alarm ring. I will be one of the victims further down the road, not too long, but a decade or two. I am shrivering with fear and i cannot help appealing that i have dream. that is, one day we could nip the fertilizers in the bud and live happily ever after. Anyone wanna join hands with me to make a better world for us to live? Then a way out is due.