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残疾姐妹花开蛋糕店梦想带移动书屋环游世界

从小罹患运动元神经损伤，一生下来就不能自行坐立、行走，但她们没有放弃梦想。轮椅上的姐妹俩进行诗歌、童话创作，学习英语，参与翻译外文书籍今年，17岁的残疾姐妹花赵文静和赵雅静与家人一起开起了蛋糕店，她们想通过蛋糕店完成带着流动书屋环游的梦想。

以書爲伴，在家學完大學課程

1997年冬天，青岛市市北区的赵建利、崔淑鹏夫妇迎来了他们的双胞胎女儿。莫大的幸福让两人沉浸其中，然而不久后，两个女儿就被查出罹患运动元神经损伤，全身瘫软，终生都不能自行坐立、行走。

在賣房賣車花費了巨額醫藥費治療無效後，趙建利、崔淑鵬夫婦依舊沒有放棄，他們辭職在家專心教育女兒，鼓勵女兒。在夫婦倆的努力下，雙胞胎姐妹趙文靜和趙雅靜開始識字、學習，並在家成功完成了小學到大學的所有課程。

趙文靜、趙雅靜姐妹倆從小就有語言天賦，與別的孩子不同的是，姐妹倆特別喜歡學習，尤其是英語，並給自己制定了相應的學習時間，從早上8點到晚上6點，除了中午吃飯的時間，姐妹倆都是以書爲伴，她們的閱讀量和識字量遠遠超出正常孩子。

12歲時，在家庭義教老師的幫助下，趙文靜和趙雅靜兩姐妹喜歡上了外語，她們每天拿出10個小時的時間學習外語，詞彙量突飛猛進。2013年，趙文靜與趙雅靜參與翻譯了外文書籍，並參加了美國高考，但最終因爲現實及費用問題，放棄了去美國學習。

想把移動書屋開到貧困山區

因爲要給姐妹倆治病，照顧姐妹倆，趙建利與崔淑鵬一直靠打零工與低保生活。因爲媽媽做蛋糕的好手藝，2014年夏天，趙文靜、趙雅靜姐妹倆有了開蛋糕店的想法，她們想通過開蛋糕店賺錢來滿足環遊世界的夢想。

因为行动不便，我们很少出去，只有上次去上海参加美国高考时才去东方明珠看了看，感觉特别棒，我们很想去外面的世界看看。文静睁大眼睛告诉记者，所以她们想出了开蛋糕店赚钱的方法，她们想拥有一辆改装的移动公益书屋，将书屋开到全国各地让人们尤其是贫困山区的孩子免费阅读，姐妹俩也可以跟随移动书屋一起环游。

2014年8月份，在爱心人士的帮助下，文雅甜心屋开张了，妈妈负责做蛋糕，爸爸负责送货，姐妹俩负责网店与客服以及新品种的设计。截至目前，蛋糕店已拥有14种饼干、1 2种蛋糕。在姐妹俩的建议下，妈妈崔淑鹏新做了《破产姐妹》中的纸杯蛋糕，并将开始研发新的马卡龙及提拉米苏。由于文雅甜心屋的蛋糕与点心造型独特，引来了不少顾客购买。

甜心屋引來愛心志願者幫忙

文雅甜心屋開張4個月來，在愛心人士的幫助下，已籌集3萬元。按照這個速度下去，三年內環遊世界的夢想基本可以實現。

明年，我们将去买一辆依维柯车，将车辆改装成移动书屋。爸爸赵建利告诉记者，他将按照小姐妹的设想，在车的两侧放置书架，摆放足够多的书，以满足孩子们的梦想。

18日，在圣诞节来临前夕，在文静与雅静的建议下，妈妈崔淑鹏推出了圣诞节限量版的饼干及蛋糕，已被不少顾客预订。而文雅甜心屋也引来不少爱心志愿者的帮忙，大家一起帮助姐妹俩做蛋糕、饼干。很希望我们的流动书屋可以帮助到别人，我们可以教孩子们学英语还有一个月就到我们18岁的生日了，我们期待梦想早日实现。文静、雅静姐妹俩告诉记者，环游世界不仅可以帮助别人，也可以增加她们的见闻，使她们可以写出更好的故事。

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