【Editor's Note】
Under the new crown pneumonia epidemic, everyone's joy and sorrow, helplessness and struggle are a unique experience of destiny.
"@Wuhan - Anti-epidemic Story Solitaire" is a special plan jointly launched by The Paper and the School of Journalism and Information Communication of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, which records the people who are fighting the epidemic in Wuhan in the form of news figures reporting solitaire, showing their experiences, feelings and feelings in the midst of the epidemic, as well as self-reconstruction in the face of life tests.
Cheng Xiang photographed at home on Feb. 17 at the Greenland Center, a supertall landmark building in Wuhan, and he takes a photo every day as a diary cover, calling it the "Wuhan Tower." This is the 26th day of the lockdown. The figures in this article are all Cheng Xiang figures
"You're drinking/ I've raised my glass/ But all I've lifted is tears." Chinese New Year's Eve evening, reading the poem "I Have Never Cried for Wuhan" written by a friend, Cheng Xiang (pseudonym) stood on the edge of the balcony, the gloomy sky shrouded the empty street, and he suddenly felt sad in his heart: "After this suffering, I and this city can also be regarded as suffering and suffering, right?" He forwarded the poem twice. It was the second day of the lockdown in Wuhan, and it was also the day after he wrote his lockdown diary.
76 days, 200,000 words, accumulated nearly 450,000 reads. During the period from the lockdown of Wuhan to the unsealing, Cheng Xiang insisted on recording and narrating from an individual perspective every day, calling himself a "real record from the perspective of civilians". He was a former journalist who worked for Hubei Daily for eleven years and now teaches at universities. He maintained his sensitivity and work habits as a news media person, reading news every day, looking for topics, writing articles, and then publishing them on his public account "Cheng Xiang Friday".
In the "Lockdown Diary", he recorded many fragments of cross-sections of life during the epidemic. He wrote about his family life with his son Coke, and also recounted the darkest moments of the family. As a bystander, he recorded the illness and recovery of his friends, the anti-epidemic actions of the Huake Alumni Association, the life and death of strangers, and also recorded his various dreams, tears and sleepless nights. In the moments of excitement, he even wrote poetry directly.
"I want to record it, and when my son grows up, tell him that it was written for you by your father, and you can take a good look at it yourself." Cheng Xiang said.
On February 24, Cheng Xiang took his father to the Provincial People's Hospital for medical treatment, and his father was drawing blood at the fever clinic. This is the 33rd day of the lockdown.
The following is Cheng Xiang's dictation:
The most depressing moment: my father was sick
The city was locked down at 10 a.m. on January 23. In fact, on the evening of the 22nd, some enterprises and institutions have already informed them not to leave Wuhan. Many people have no concept of the lockdown, and many people have been inquiring whether this road can go and where to go in those days. After knowing the news, I also felt that it was not a big deal, at most, like SARS, it would be good for a while, and I did not expect that the future would be sealed for so long and have such a big impact.
The family had enough supplies, at first I was not very panicked, and then I was nervous when my father was sick. He came to Wuhan three days before the lockdown, and I asked him to wear a mask on the train. But around February 20, he had a low-grade fever, burned for three or four days, and finally couldn't eat. The only thing we felt comforted was that he didn't cough.
At the worst time, my father himself hit his head against the wall, regretted coming to Wuhan, and felt "Oh, what should I do?" "At that time, we felt that we must venture out, so I drove him to the People's Hospital for examination.
We first went to the fever clinic to do CT, draw blood, confirm that it is not the new crown, and then go to the diagnosis and treatment area of non-new crown patients. At that time, the two doctors were receiving ordinary patients, and many people waited from the first day until the next day, and the doctor had time to show him.
The patients filled the emergency room, and there were people outside, lying on the bed, sitting on chairs, being supported, and nurses. The "drip" of the electrocardiogram, the "nourishment" of the oxygen cylinder, and the various sounds of the instrument really can't stay. Later, I asked a friend to take some stomach medicine at another hospital and came back. My dad slowly got better.
Looking back now, he didn't take much medicine, and I suspect that he was nervous, and he was very scared and scared. This used to be a very simple thing, how to treat what disease, and now the hospital can't quickly diagnose the cause of your illness, so you feel very helpless and helpless.
The period when my father was sick was actually the most depressed time during the lockdown, really like a mountain, you know?
Those days, my wife had a sore throat, my son suddenly had a low-grade fever, and my mom was a little uncomfortable. I was alone at the time, really nervous, and I was crying in the room with my family behind my back. At this time in Wuhan, you can't get sick, I'm really afraid of getting sick.
The most influential part of my diary should be the one that took my father to the doctor, "The 33rd Day of lockdown: Please give special patients a way to live." That's when I wrote a very complete experience in my writing style as a journalist. There were 40,000 or 50,000 reads. Many people called me and sent me WeChat, including media friends from Xinhua News Agency and Yangguang To interview me. The community also called me and asked me what was going on with my dad's affairs, at least they were concerned about it.
On March 4, Cheng Xiang volunteered in the community for a day, distributing group food to neighbors. This is the 42nd day of the lockdown.
"It's like reopening a wound"
My diary was written for my son.
He was still young, seven or eight years old. My seven- or eight-year-old memories are all gone, very vague. But he's also going through it. I wanted to record it, and when he was older, I would tell him, "This is what your dad wrote for you. ”
I used to be busy at work, meeting with my son in the morning and meeting in the evening, and now I'm together 24 hours a day. I also watched him grow up day by day, and sometimes I beat him, but now I usually don't fight him. We forced him to write a diary every day, and he wrote every day with me, "Playing with Dad today", "Playing games with Dad today", "Being so happy today", writing this every day. I think this is also a different harvest than before.
Regarding the epidemic, I did not deliberately convey some fear and sadness to him, I think he should be happy, there is no need to scare him.
Qingming Festival national mourning, I told my son, so many people were killed by the virus, they are all innocent. Let's not argue, we don't jump, we have to mourn.
He didn't understand, he seemed to understand.
What impressed me most was that the teacher assigned a recitation assignment, and I wrote a poem in his tone, "This year, there is no spring in Wuhan", and when I wrote it, there was a sentence "I cried", and he would say: "I didn't cry!" How do you write I cry? "Just mess with me." Children are so innocent, right? I think that if I keep a little more innocence, he will naturally suffer enough for so long after he grows up.
But I didn't shy away from it myself and cried many times. Some videos, some people watch it once and then pass it, don't want to watch it, don't want to cry. But I'm different, I'm going to watch it again, and even see someone else send me another look. I feel like I can write this thing out, and others will experience the pain once, and I'll experience it three or four times.
I read it, uploaded it, wrote it again, recalled it again, like turning a wound over again.
My wife said that I put myself into sad music all day long and made myself miserable. But to write something, you have to be in this atmosphere, trapped in it, to write good things, just like when I used to be a journalist.
Before February 2, we were all ignorant, and at that time, we thought that the lockdown for half a month or a month would be great, and we felt that it was not so serious. At first, I didn't quite understand why Zhong Nanshan was crying, the number of people announced at that time was not much, and then I slowly realized that they had seen more, and maybe the death he saw in his eyes was not seen by us.
I wrote that article many days later, "The Eleventh Day of the Lockdown: Zhong Nanshan's Tears, I Understand", I can understand. At first, I couldn't deeply understand it, and then I saw it differently. This was a relatively depressed phase of my mood, and I was not better until the Square Cabin Hospital was established.
In fact, many alumni of Huazhong University of Science and Technology are volunteering, Fang Hua, secretary general of the Wuhan Alumni Association, I interviewed her, she is coordinating and organizing various aid materials every day, running everywhere.
What can I do?
I play a lot of roles in my social network, I have nearly 5,000 friends, I have hundreds of groups, roughly divided into several categories: relatives, primary and secondary school classmates, Huake alumni, community neighbors. My information comes from them, and what I record is also the true story of these people, so I record a lot of Huake things, my community things, my family things, and it is also spread through these channels.
On the afternoon of March 18, Cheng Xiang took his son Coke downstairs for a spin, Coke put on a mask and hat, did not forget to take a scooter, and waited at the elevator door early. This is the 56th day of lockdown and the 81st day of Coke being "shut down".
"A whale falls on all things"
April 7 is the finale of the "Lockdown Diary".
During the diary writing, I usually eat at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and after breakfast, I will brush weChat to see what news happened today, look at the manuscript I wrote yesterday, and whether there is a message. After lunch, I began to prepare today's topic, the most important and difficult thing in the diary is to find the topic, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the topic may be basically found.
After dinner, I started writing, and when I was done, I posted it in groups, interacting with people in various groups.
I am now severely ill with WeChat dependence, brushing WeChat for more than ten hours a day.
Now I take an online class on Friday afternoons and teach news interviews and writing. The students liked me and wrote me a manuscript saying that I was "internet celebrity live". As soon as I came, I was "old iron", I did not call students, I gave red envelopes from beginning to end in class, and I saw how many people grabbed it, which was an active atmosphere on the surface, but in fact, I was also paying attention to their dynamics.
My hometown is Yangxin, Hubei Province, in 2000 to Huake University, six years of undergraduate and master's degree, and then worked in Hubei Daily for 11 years, opened his own company for 5 years, and began to teach at Wuchang Shouyi College last year. I have been in Wuhan for almost twenty years, and to be honest, I didn't like Wuhan at all before, and I felt that I was incompatible with Wuhan. After this (epidemic), I think the people of Wuhan, we still have a big picture view, and everyone still put up with it.
Wuhan is originally a heroic city, I think it is a very resilient city, tolerant and tenacious, I think it can withstand anything.
Yesterday, I watched a video, China found whale fall for the first time in the South China Sea (note: refers to the whale after death fell into the deep sea to form an ecosystem), there is a saying called "a whale falls to all living things", because the whale body is huge, it can feed many small animals after death. I think it's quite appropriate for the "unsealing" scenario. "See the deer when the forest is deep, and see the whale when the sea is blue", and the whale fall is also a kind of rebirth.
On April 8, wuhan people can go out.
I may have to send my parents back to their hometown this weekend, they have been here for too long, let them have a distraction.
(Instructor: Zhou Tingting, Teacher, School of Journalism and Information Communication, Huazhong University of Science and Technology; Cui Xuan, The Paper' reporter)