In 1348 AD, the European continent was overwhelmed by a terrible catastrophe, the famous Black Death.
Next, Xiaoyu will tell you about this historical event from a first-person perspective.
In 1348 AD, while my town was immersed in the calm of daily life, suddenly a terrible plague swept in, at first only sporadic rumors, but soon I witnessed the horror that this terrible epidemic brought to people.
I vividly remember the eerie sight: the streets were empty, as if the whole city had been swallowed up by the horrors of the Black Death, the once bustling market became a dead silence, the stalls of the vendors were empty, no one came to buy their goods, the wandering pedestrians were gone, replaced by desertion and abandonment.
I stepped cautiously onto the empty streets, my heart filled with fear and unease. There was a suffocating breath in the silence, the breath of death, which sent chills down my spine, and I walked past rows of closed shops and abandoned houses, windows dusty as if they had been uninhabited for a long time.
On the empty street, I saw a few crows hovering over the branches, their mournful calls, and seemed to feel the horror of this dead silence. I couldn't help but shiver, feeling myself enveloped in an invisible fear.
In the central square of the city, once a lively and noisy place, it is now in ruins, abandoned stalls and collapsed buildings scattered around the square, as if the wreckage of a catastrophic storm has swept through, I can't imagine that this once vibrant and vibrant place has become like this.
People closed their doors, and fear and unease gripped the city. Everyone wore masks and tried to avoid contact with others, and the streets were empty, except for the occasional one or two people rushing to their shelters.
I walked down the street, feeling the oppressive and tense atmosphere, the expressions on people's faces were full of fear and unease, and the eyes revealed fear of the unknown. Everyone who passed by stayed away from me, keeping a safe distance, as if I carried the breath of death on me.
Rumors abound, chilling rumours about the origin and mode of transmission of this epidemic, some saying that it was God's punishment for mankind, that our sins and depravity caused this calamity, and others that it was the result of evil witchcraft, that some people had deviated from the right path and brought ominous curses, and that the horror and suffering caused by this epidemic could not be described, regardless of the truth.
Soon I witnessed the terrible symptoms of the Black Death, when people suddenly felt dizzy, tired and nauseous, pale, dull in their eyes, and seemed to have lost their vitality, and then high fever and severe headaches hit them, making them unbearable pain. Every moan speaks of their pain.
The most frightening thing is that purple-black siltles began to appear on the body, which were like marks smeared on us by death himself, and they spread mercilessly, announcing the imminent death of death, and people looked at the increasing number of silt spots on their bodies, and their hearts were filled with despair and fear.
Panic began to spread among people, who scrambled to find a cure in the hope of saving themselves and their loved ones, doctors and healers did their best to try various methods and drugs, but the Black Death continued to spread relentlessly without mercy.
People in cities are on the run in search of life-saving medicines and treatment resources. The pharmacy was flocked to the store, but the shelves inside were quickly emptied, and people had to leave helplessly, people lined up to see a doctor, but the hospital beds soon ran out, and many people had to wait in the corridors, hoping to get timely treatment.
The Black Death spread unbelievably, it seemed that there was no power to stop its rage, and people began to despair, watching their relatives and friends fall one by one, unable to do anything.
In this atmosphere of panic and despair, rumors abound, chilling rumors about the origin and mode of transmission of the epidemic, some saying that it was God's punishment for mankind, others saying that it was the result of evil witchcraft and sins committed, regardless of the truth, the horror and suffering that the Black Death brought to us cannot be described.
The whole city was shrouded in deathly silence, the barren and abandoned streets were filled with despair and fear, and people closed their doors, afraid to go out, knowing that the Black Death could strike at any time, and the once lively city became empty, as if the wreckage had been swept away by a catastrophic storm.
I remember those heartbreaking scenes, the whole city filled with the sounds of crying and sadness, people gathered together, hugged each other, comforted each other, trying to find a little warmth and comfort. However, the Black Death showed no mercy, and it took away our dearest people in cold blood.
I saw parents who had lost their beloved children, crying helplessly, unable to accept this harsh reality. The siblings hugged each other, knowing that they too could soon leave. The friends rely on each other, but their eyes reveal endless sadness and disappointment.
Every day, I hear those desperate cries and cries for help, every day, I see those families who suffered, the Black Death mercilessly claimed countless lives, each family was shrouded in the shadow of death, we lost loved ones, friends and those innocent lives, who left, leaving behind our heart-wrenching grief.
Funerals became the norm, the whole city was filled with the smell of funeral, cemeteries were dug more and more, and tombstones were erected one after another, recording countless lives lost. The death knell kept ringing, and every sound was heartbreaking.
I have stood in front of the graves of my loved ones many times, silently praying and shedding tears for them, and every time I see their names engraved on the tombstones, my heart is filled with sadness and endless thoughts, they left this world, leaving behind our painful memories and endless sadness.
The whole city became silent and sad, the streets were empty, shops were closed, and life seemed to come to a standstill. Trapped in our own homes, cut off from the outside world, every day is an existential challenge, and we don't know when the Black Death will befall us.
We are in a situation of despair and helplessness, helpless, no matter what medicine can do to ward off this terrible plague. People fell into panic and confusion, lost in the shadows of darkness.
City leaders tried to take steps to contain the spread of the epidemic, quarantine areas were set up, sick people were isolated together, hoping to contain the spread of the epidemic, but all this seemed to be a futile effort, and the power of the plague was so strong that it felt irresistible.
I remember that the whole city was shrouded in the shadow of death during that time, and we watched our loved ones and friends leave one after another, unable to stop them from walking towards the abyss of death. The pain of losing a loved one is heartbreaking, and the whole society is filled with mourning and endless grief.
As we despaired, brave people – Lang Zhong, monks and volunteers – rushed to the epicentre of the outbreak to provide aid and care to the sick, putting themselves at risk in the hope of alleviating the suffering of the patient, regardless of their personal safety.
Those heroic doctors who did everything they could to find cures and medicines, who fought all the time, risking their own lives, just to be able to save more lives, although what they could do was limited, but their efforts and dedication gave us a glimmer of hope and courage.
As time passed, the Black Death epidemic finally began to ease, and after countless deaths and pain, we finally saw the light of hope. People in the city began to pick themselves up again, trying their best to repair their broken lives and find meaning in life.
The surviving people have united to rebuild the city devastated by the pandemic, abandoned streets have gradually returned to a lively scene, markets have reopened, people have come out of their homes to regain the joy of life, and we have declared to the Black Death that we will relentlessly recover and rebuild.
After the disaster, people cherish life more deeply, we cherish every meeting with relatives and friends, and every smile is particularly precious. We begin to reflect on our lives, re-examine our values and goals, and find true meaning in our hearts.
Some have chosen to devote themselves to medical and scientific research, hoping to find better ways to prevent similar outbreaks from happening again. They study hard, explore and contribute to the health and safety of humanity.
Others are committed to education and community building, working to raise health awareness and hygiene practices to ensure that similar disasters do not happen again.
With the breeze on our cheeks and the sun shining on our bodies, we feel the beauty and fragility of life, we learn tolerance and love, and understand that everyone has their own difficulties and pains. We emerged from the shadow of the Black Death and embraced hope and new life.
The scourge of the Black Death taught us a profound lesson, and it made us aware of the fragility and preciousness of life. It has changed the way we think about health and survival, teaching us to cherish every day and care for those around us.
Although centuries have passed since the Black Death epidemic, its effects are etched in our history, and the plague not only caused enormous human casualties, but also had a profound impact on society and the economy.
Many cities and villages were almost completely destroyed, many people lost their homes and property, farmland was deserted, commercial activities were stagnant, and entire societies plunged into chaos and poverty. People are in financial trouble and life is getting tough.
As time passed, we gradually came out of the shadows of darkness, experienced the baptism of this plague, people became stronger and more resilient, we began to re-establish social order, revive the economy, and mourn in silence for our loved ones who died, but also rejoice in the lives that survived.
During this dark period, awareness of hygiene and public hygiene was greatly increased, public places began to be cleaned and disinfected, personal hygiene and health were paid more attention to, and the medical system was improved and strengthened to prepare for future plagues.
With the passage of time, the Black Death gradually became a part of history, but its lessons were deeply engraved in our hearts, we understood the relationship between human beings and nature, understood the preciousness and fragility of life, we learned solidarity and mutual assistance, and cherished the ordinary life of every day.
Looking back on this history, we reflect with awe on how the Black Death changed our world, a terrible catastrophe, but also a testimony to the strong will and courage of mankind, during which we lost countless loved ones and loved ones, but from which we drew strength and moved on.
Today, when I look back at the challenges facing modern society, I think back to that history, where the Black Death taught us to value health and solidarity, and it reminded us to remain courageous and hopeful in the face of adversity, and that we will learn from history and forge ahead, regardless of the difficulties and pandemics ahead.
Because of the ordeal of the Black Death, we have learned the preciousness of life, the wisdom of surviving in the face of adversity, history is our wealth, it has taught us to cherish the present and will guide our future challenges.
The Black Death lives on in our history, reminding us to respect life, cherish health, and constantly strive to create a better future for our world.