Never forget the true feelings
——Commemorating the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake
Liu Hanjun
After the Wenchuan earthquake struck on May 12, 2008, my colleagues and I were ordered to rush to the front and worked in the earthquake relief headquarters for more than half a month. We traveled between Chengdu, Mianyang, Deyang, and Aba, and went to Dujiangyan, Pengzhou, Mianzhu, Guanghan, Beichuan, Wenchuan, Pingwu, Anxian, Jiangyou, Shifang, Qingchuan and other places and some villages and towns. witnessed this sudden natural disaster, the huge losses caused to the disaster area, and the huge trauma brought to the people in the disaster area; It has witnessed the great strength of resistance and the touching true feelings shown by people in the face of disasters. 16 years have passed since the earthquake, and what will not be forgotten is the memory left to us by that difficult and painful moment.
One
The car left Dujiangyan and drove towards Wenchuan.
Duwen Highway runs along the Min River, which is a section of National Highway 317 and the only passage from Chengdu to Jiuzhaigou, Siguniang Mountain and Wolong Nature Reserve, the habitat of giant pandas. All the way to the end, it is beautiful Tibet.
The epicenter was at a depth of 120 kilometers under our feet, and the mega earthquake completed a series of crazy and difficult actions such as thrust, right-handed rotation, extrusion, and fault in an instant. At a speed of 3 kilometers per second, the super seismic wave first knocked down Dujiangyan, Pengzhou, Shifang, Mianzhu and Anxian counties, which are closest to Wenchuan, like dominoes, to the northeast of Maoxian, Lixian, Beichuan, Jiangyou, Pingwu, Qingchuan, etc., as well as Shaanxi and Gansu regions, cracking, destroying, shaking the mountains and shaking the earth! The destructive power equivalent to the yield of many atomic bombs in Hiroshima affected more than 2,000 square kilometers of China in just 100 seconds, killing more than 69,200 people, missing more than 17,900 people, and injuring more than 374,600 people!
Shu Road is difficult, and it is even more difficult at this moment. To be exact, this is no longer a road, but a road that has been cut into countless truncated cut-offs, like a line segment in a mathematical concept. Stop-and-go, there is no way to go, and there is no way to find a way. On both sides of the road, there was white and miserable rubble, rolling mud and rocks, and smashed vehicles; Many sections of the road were blocked, or suddenly truncated, and collapsed to the foot of the mountain; The vehicle in motion was either swallowed up by the mountain or plunged headlong into the abyss without a trace. No one knows how many vehicles have been buried by mountains and hit by rolling rocks on this road with an average daily traffic volume of tens of thousands.
For the first time, I heard the whistling of the earth. The two mountains become one, or split into three, and the mountains collapse and crack, and the mountains roar and roar, enveloping the peaceful villages and countless lives pouring down, like a mountain covering the city, unstoppable. The natural upheaval was completed in an instant under people's noses, and it made people stunned, chilled, and stunned, as if the end of the earth was coming. The scene of the disaster remains in my eyes and is unforgettable. I have experienced several aftershocks, and the flying dust and shrill whistling sound are etched in my mind.
The Minjiang River rushed down, roared west after entering Aba Prefecture, went all the way south out of Wenchuan, walked quietly, suddenly turned around, and looked back nostalgically at the side of the Duwen Highway, a beautiful and lush town.
The name of this town is Yingxiu.
The town of Yingxiu is world-famous for being the epicenter of the earthquake, with a population of more than 10,000 and only 2,300 survivors.
It is difficult to enter the road to the show. There are rocks rolling overhead, cliffs and turbulence underfoot, and the road surface is uneven, and there is a danger of collapse at any time. Forced to turn back three times, we finally rushed through the mudflats of the river, where there was no road, and the waves of the Minjiang River hit my car window, and I didn't know which wheel would sink into the mud. The off-road vehicle went around and avoided left and right, stopped and ran suddenly, and the bumps shook like a boat in the ocean. I really couldn't get through, so I climbed up and climbed over on foot from a place where there was no road. Vehicles that have been smashed by rocks can be seen everywhere, and the tragic scene is terrifying to think about. The Baihua Viaduct was broken into several twists by the strong earthquake and lay down in the mudslide. I felt that my life was in danger at any time, and a sense of tragedy and heroism arose.
When I finally walked into Yingxiu Town, I suddenly saw a boulder standing upside down on the side of the road, like a huge exclamation mark, I don't know what kind of thunderous force it roared down from the mountain at that time, and it was frozen here. Whether innocent lives were shattered or not is terrifying to watch. There is not a single intact building in the town, and the rolling stone mudslide has blocked all exits. Yingxiu looks like a village girl who has been completely disfigured, and her face is full of tears. All the survivors were moved to flat ground, and dark blue tents were set up in the same place, like flowers of life, opening on the ruins. Helicopters can only take off and land vertically in the shallows of the riverbed, and rescue equipment and supplies are being delivered here through air channels. Several bulldozers and forklifts are nervously clearing obstacles on the road. The road is the life of Yingxiu, and the Yingxiu that does not pass the road is a withered and withered flower. On the mountainside, people were digging pits to bury corpses, and mournful sobs could be heard.
Yingxiu has tears, but Yingxiu doesn't cry.
In that unforgettable half a month, I took military helicopters many times, climbed, climbed high, and dived along the Longmenshan fault zone, flew over Chengdu, Dujiangyan, Mianyang, and Deyang again and again, circled and landed on Mianzhu, Beichuan, Wenchuan, and Qingchuan, and arrived in Yingxiu Town from the air again and again. Through the porthole, I gazed at the mountains and seas for a long time, and I was deeply moved. No matter how high or steep the mountain is, there are always three or two cottages in the countryside, or even one or two lonely huts, so stubborn and so vividly deep in the middle. As long as there are one or two loess and a few crops can be planted, there will be old farmers hoeing and hoeing, and there will be picturesque terraced fields and flowers full of hope. From generation to generation, they have stuck here and become a landscape of their own for a hundred years.
It took just over 10 seconds for the earthquake to destroy and bury a city more than 1,400 years old in broad daylight, along with nearly 20,000 lives.
The name of this city is Beichuan.
At that moment, the landslide mountain smashed into the bottom of this projectile valley like a thunderstorm. At that moment, many moving cars were smashed into the sky and hung on the trunks of trees that were crushed by the boulders, and a drop of red blood oozed from the wreckage. At that moment, the beast came out of the cage-like Rolling Stone Formation and broke through the wall into the house, the cracks of the people pierced the mountains and broke the road, countless buildings were deconstructed and mashed, and the spider web-like cracks were like thunder and lightning on a rainy night, so deep, eye-catching, and terrifying. At that moment, the flesh turned into cakes, blood splattered, life was evaporated in an instant, and the noisy city suddenly turned into a valley of death. The vividness of the city and the agility of life suddenly returned to zero. On the mountain road, one by one, the surviving lives, without words, expressions, with unspeakable pain, are fleeing this terrifying area in fear.
Braving the aftershocks, we walked through roadless piles of rolling stones into the empty city, which had been reduced to rubble. The river is still clear, and the suspension bridge can still be walked, but all the roads have been broken, all the houses have collapsed, and all the buildings seem to have a cry of life under them. The Qiang flute was vaguely mournful, whimpering for the collapse of the Qiang village. The orogenic movement, which is equivalent to the explosive yield of thousands of atomic bombs, has shattered the achievements of human civilization over thousands of years into powder, and it is as easy as twisting a finger and as fast as a whirlwind.
If you don't identify it carefully, you really can't see that it is actually a mountain that suddenly swallowed up tens of thousands of lives—the grass is still green, the trees are still towering, time and space are stagnant, not moving, as if nothing has happened. Only the bare dew formed by the landslide, like an open mouth of blood, and like a cracked wound, reminded me of her cruelty and pain. The original dense vegetation has been sparse, like being combed by a grate, and like being washed by countless yellow waterfalls, and the rock mass is bare and exposed, and the clothes are not covered. The boundless green hills were shaved bald, and even the eagle could not rest.
The same violent orogeny took place in Tangjia Mountain, in the upper reaches of Beichuan County. The huge landslide body slammed the first layer of the surface to the other side of the river valley, shoveled the second layer and filled it in the middle of the river, and then sank a village of several hundred people to the bottom of the left side of the riverbed in an instant. The dammed lake soon flooded the village, soaking the already soft mountain and pounding the dammed body that was not solid. Once the dam bursts, hundreds of thousands of lives downstream will be wiped out.
Standing on the dam of the dammed lake in Tangjia Mountain, it is difficult to imagine what kind of turbulent waves the lake water that is as calm as a mirror and has no clear waves!
The helicopter flew at an ultra-low altitude along the river valley, giving me a bird's-eye perspective. A bird's-eye view of the Longmen Mountains that were deconstructed by the earthquake, the towns and villages that have lost their blood, and the haggard after witnessing the splendid mountains and rivers being wiped by the clutches of the devil, I was speechless with surprise, and I described her beauty over and over again in my heart, imagining the sea thousands of years ago and the mulberry fields thousands of years later, and my heart was full of prayers.
There was an oil painting-like effect outside the cabin, and my mind quickly overlapped and switched between several famous oil paintings: Bruegel's "The Triumph of Death" in Belgium in the 16th century, "Avalanche in the Alps" by Philippe Lutelburg in England in the early 19th century, and "Battlefield" by Salvador Rosa in Italy in the 17th century.
I think we should also have a giant oil painting to commemorate this rare earthquake for mankind, and the name is "After the Disaster" or "5.12".
Two
The mountains are as boundless as the sea, and the people are as thin as dust. I pray that every life in the ruins will survive, and that every brother and sister will stubbornly survive, crawl out, and stand up. I prayed that even a life as weak as a mustard would be covered with broad green leaves.
There was a pair of blood-colored feet, buried in a ruin, and the identity of the owner could not be speculated. I stared at the sudden roar of the bulldozer, staring for a long time, my camera trembling with sadness. Not far away, rescuers and search and rescue dogs found life a few meters deep, and there seemed to be a difficult conversation; In a ruin in Beichuan County, the rescue team dug out several layers of holes, urgently calling and struggling to save the remaining lives. But eventually, at about two o'clock in the morning, the news came, and these places, these places lost their response to life. As an eyewitness to the scene, deep in my heart, always, always with a deep, deep and insolvable guilt.
Is it the simplest and most cruel way for nature to deal with the complex relationship between human society and bury happiness and suffering, freedom and trouble, wealth and poverty, love and hatred, gains and losses, and losses in the ruins?
Death is eternal, while life is temporary; Perfection is not the norm, all imperfect life, but there are always perfect moments. For example, the instinct to survive makes a perfect fight in the face of disaster.
72 hours is the golden rescue period, but there are many survivors who have crossed the bar of life, 106 hours, 152 hours, 196 hours...... Records for miracles of life have been broken again and again. A woman in Hongbai Town, Shifang City, was rescued after 216 hours of relying on an apple, eating weeds and earthworms on the ground, and drinking her own body fluids. What awaits her is a hymn to life.
I can't imagine how they lived like years and crossed the hurdle of life. The time scale has become the measure of vitality. In the fight against nature, they are heroes, gold medalists who have crossed the limit of heights.
In particular, I would like to talk about the children who grew up in the disaster.
A 10-year-old girl from Yingxiu Primary School was rescued after being buried in the rubble for more than 100 hours. A little boy escaped from the ruins, cried and walked for more than 6 hours on the dangerous mountain road, and walked barefoot to Mianyang, he was only 5 years old! An 11-year-old boy escaped from the rubble with his 3-year-old sister on his back and walked for 12 hours in the mountains with aftershocks to find a settlement. A middle school student from Beichuan Middle School, in order to promise his female classmates "You are a man, you must believe your words, and your deeds must be fruitful", used bloody hands for more than 10 hours to successfully rescue the girl. A 9-year-old boy buried in the rubble, gnawing on the corner of his desk to satisfy his hunger, and singing the "National Anthem" to cheer up his spirits, the sonorous notes of the faint children's voice burst out, let me feel the weight of the song!
Villagers and elementary school teachers in the town confirmed that the only thing in the town that did not fall was the national flag on the playground of Yingxiu Primary School. All those who struggled out of the rubble saw the flag.
The earthquake disaster made 9-year-old Lin Hao the brightest star. Injured, he took out two classmates from the rubble, "took" them to the principal, patted his dusty little hands, straightened his torn clothes, held his injured arm, and walked along the mountain road for more than 7 hours to Dujiangyan to find his father. Seeing his father, this strong hairy child howled and cried, crying out a child's fears, grievances, truth, and all his achievements! At the National Earthquake Relief Hero Youth Awards Gala and at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games, I have repeatedly seen this little girl, who is naughty and innocent, full of heroic spirit.
In the aftermath of the earthquake, many of the children who escaped rushed back to school in a frenzy – where their teachers, classmates and peers were buried. They were digging and digging, crying and shouting, and their weak arms saved lives one by one! This is the natural germination of the original goodness of human nature, the blooming of the brilliance of human nature and the most true color of life, and the power of ideological and moral education.
I stopped at the ruins of Beichuan Middle School twice, and the schoolbags, stationery, textbooks, and travel shoes all over the ground were heartbreaking; The hands that stopped dancing were their final goodbyes to the world and their relatives with all kinds of yearning and attachment. On the ruins of Pingtong Township Middle School in Pingwu County, I picked up a few smashed homework books and diaries as a permanent memorial. One girl wrote in her diary: "Some wishes can only be fulfilled with the heart, and true happiness can only be found in the heart." The children went, with their dreams of life, like beautiful flowers and butterflies, fluttering west......
Walking into a tent school classroom in Qingchuan, listening to the recitation of the children who survived the disaster, looking at the frightened faces, and the eyes full of innocence and ignorance, pity and awe aspired. They are richer than me and are my teachers in life.
At the Mianyang Railway Station, we rushed to see off a special train for the wounded and sick that was about to be sent to other places. Looking at the children in the carriage who were missing arms and legs, and were wearing bandages, they were still so innocent and chirping like birds, I burst into tears. I wonder if the future life path of the children who survived the catastrophe will be smooth, and whether there will be sad clouds in the sky of life?
I am in awe and devout of the weak beings who have experienced the cruelty of the disaster. Although some people do not advocate encouraging underage children's risk-taking behavior, I believe that in the midst of this sudden and inescapable disaster, the children's self-rescue and mutual rescue actions are completely necessary and worthy of recognition. They are also heroes. Today, when disaster education and crisis awareness education need to be strengthened, the Wenchuan earthquake has taught children a lesson. They endured disasters in the midst of no choice, learned to survive in the midst of fear, learned to save lives, learned to fight with death for life, and cherished life. After such a catastrophe, there are still ups and downs in life! I wish the children that the tree of life is covered with clouds, covered with spicy green shade.
The iron laws of nature are often in awe of human beings. Fresh lives passed away in sorrow, but brave lives were born in ruins. An obstetrician and gynecologist personally picked up 36 newborns in the six days after the earthquake, and I wonder if we should be in awe of these new lives when the children lined up and cried in unison to show the existence of life. In Beichuan County, a baby who was only 4 hours old was thrown from the third floor by a large group of people in a hurry to catch it, becoming the youngest witness and survivor of the earthquake. I think that what people receive should be the baton of life and the seed of hope. At the end of the day, these children are over sixteen, and they are doing well, are the seedlings of life rising and elevating?
The deceased is long-lived. Nothing can defeat a people who has risen from tears and blood, choked up; There is nothing that can cover a pair of tearful eyes that are rubbed away from the dust and still look into the distance; Nothing can break a resilient spine that rises from a prostrate; Nothing can stop a great country from moving towards its set goals.
May 12 is a difficult breath for the Chinese nation, a catastrophe to review the spiritual history of a nation, a reconstruction of suffering, death, destruction, and suffering, fused into the spirit, will, ideals, and beliefs, and reborn from the ashes, which will surely strengthen the mind and character.
Three
The earthquake was merciless, but it reviewed and tested the true feelings of the world.
In those days, local newspapers, radio, television, and the Internet were full of information about family searches. Husbands look for wives and children, wives look for husbands, brothers call sisters, children call their parents, every word is anxious, crying blood and tears.
The sea of death is rippling with love, and the terror zone is paved with roses. Everywhere we go, we see and hear the most touching stories that don't need to be processed. Love is an eternal theme.
At noon that day, a girl rushed from Chengdu to Beichuan to date her beloved boyfriend, and when an earthquake occurred, the two fulfilled their promise of life and death with their lives. At noon that day, a husband who had been working outside for many days had just returned to his wife. At noon that day, a migrant girl from the entertainment city went to the post office and sent living expenses to her sweetheart who was studying in her hometown. The slice of love makes people realize the beauty of life; The freeze frame of love makes people feel the power of tragedy. Ordinary life can also stage a brilliant theme; Ordinary stories can also be interpreted movingly.
An elderly couple was dug up from the ruins of a hospital, the husband was dead, but the old lady in his arms was alive. Judging from the fact that the old man was only wearing a pair of shorts, he should have been sick and probably lying in bed at the time. In Mianchi Town, Wenchuan, people finally pried open a big rock that flew down from the mountain, and they were stunned - a couple hugged each other tightly, the man protected the woman in a bow, and the woman hugged the man tightly, the body was difficult to separate, and people had to carefully care for this posture of love and put them into the ground together.
A 26-year-old man was buried by prefabricated slabs for more than 70 hours, and the rescue was carried out with difficulty. Someone asked him what he wanted to say to his wife, and he said that he didn't have much luxury in this life, and he just wanted to live in harmony with his wife. Regrettably, he was finally rescued and put on a stretcher, but he died after a while. Enjoy love, this is his last wish. When a hydropower engineer was crushed, he was just three days away from his 33rd birthday. In a coma, he heard a familiar voice singing a familiar song: "A vine ...... before Amen, and a yellow bird ...... on Ashua", that is his close lover Huang Li! She braved the threat of aftershocks, squatted by the rubble for days and nights, and kept crying, singing the song that the two of them shared, calling her bosom lover. "I will remember this song for the rest of my life......", he said with tears in his eyes as he was rescued 80 hours later. A husband finally found the ruins where his wife was buried, and while he was digging desperately, he cried out with tears in his eyes, and the wife who was buried under several rubbles vaguely heard her husband's voice, arousing the desire to survive, and with the power of love, she was strong and supported. Afterwards, she said happily that I knew he would come to my rescue! At the moment of the disaster, she was tightly protected by her husband's arms, and the husband who hugged her was dying little by little. "Let's ...... The child walks ...... The right way", the husband muttered to him before he died. For this sentence she lived tenaciously, thirsty, she drank her own bodily fluids, once, twice; Hungry, drinking her own blood, Leng is using a brick, smashed her right calf that was crushed by the prefabricated slab, and finally, she was saved.
We rejoice in this miracle of life, and we praise the power of love!
On that day, many stories were destined to happen, which made people's hearts and intestines broken.
At noon that day, the young wife went from Xinglong Town to Hanwang Town, recharged her mobile phone, and her husband sent her to the highway for a ride. After the earthquake, the husband hurriedly got on his motorcycle, rushed to Hanwang Town like crazy, and finally saw his beloved wife in the gap between the two prefabricated slabs! But it was too late. He picked up his deceased wife, wiped the dust off her face with his rough hands, straightened her unkempt hair, put on her favorite clothes, and said in great pain, "I'll take you home!" People helped him lift his wife into the back seat of the motorcycle, tied it tightly with rope – she crossed her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back – a pose that had lasted for 22 years! Since the two fell in love at the age of 21, from Hanwang to Xinglong, I don't know how many times they have walked together, first riding a bicycle, then riding a motorcycle, every time she is this action. And so, they drove in the direction of their home ....... No matter how humble the grass people are, there is great love, and no matter how honest the peasants are, they also have amazing ideas, and in this sad way, he completed the last love of a Chinese peasant couple, and held a Chinese man's mourning and loyalty to love. Later, and later, many new plots were added to the story, but to be alive is to be happy, and to be alive is to have a new life. Let's not blame everyone for their life choices, let alone question the tragic love of a man in the first place.
Love may not be able to bring the dead back to life, but it can certainly lead to eternity. A husband insisted that his wife was buried somewhere, and he had to dig up his wife by hand for 90 hours, and finally dug out his wife, who had no signs of life. At the critical moment when the classroom was about to collapse, a female teacher was nervously and calmly directing the students to escape, a prefabricated board hit her, her hair was pressed and she couldn't move, she tried her last strength, took off the two rings and a bracelet on her hand, and entrusted the surviving students to transfer them to her husband for the final explanation of life.
When this group of slow motion passed through my mind, my mood was like the night sea, and a melody echoed in the sky - the theme song of the movie "Titanic" "My Heart is Eternal". It's poignant, pathetic, and heartbreaking. It was a whimper of love, and it made me feel holy and sublime.
is tested together with love, as well as family affection, which is also unforgettable.
I heard of a boy in his teens who was crying and digging through the rubble with his hands like crazy to finally save his sister. I heard that a father rushed to the rubble where his daughter was buried and called his daughter's name over and over again, and it was by this call of affection that his daughter was rescued after 25 hours. I have heard that the last action of a young mother is to put the nipple into the mouth of the baby in her arms, and the last action of a mother in distress is to cut her veins and let the red blood flow into the child's mouth; I heard that there was a mother and daughter, the daughter was a teacher, and she sacrificed herself to save the children. Not far away, her mother was crushed under the slab, and it was extremely difficult to rescue her. The mother, who didn't know that her daughter was no longer alive, took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and chose to commit suicide by cutting her wrists, she said, I know, I can't save it, you go and save my daughter......
Every rescuer can tell many similar stories. When they were telling, their faces were covered with soil, and the tears that quietly slipped down were brushed into ditches and rivers.
A middle-aged woman who lost her daughter in the earthquake snatched her son from the rubble and traveled 37 miles to the resettlement site in Pingtong Township. When I asked her why she hadn't put down the child for such a long distance to rest, the simple, wooden peasant woman only said one sentence, "The baby is my life, and I can't lose it." "In the midst of a large crowd fleeing for their lives on a rugged mountain road, a couple held a baby wrapped in a white cloth in their arms - the child was obviously lifeless, but the young mother seemed to be muttering, "Baby, let's go home......"
There is such a photo circulating on the Internet that has brought tears to the eyes of many netizens - a thin old farmer trudging through the mountain trail with difficulty. On his back was his dead son, who was obviously taller than his father, and it was very difficult to carry it, and his feet could only be dragged on the ground. Next to him was the son's mother. The direction in which they traveled was home.
A mother lost her 17-year-old son forever in the earthquake. That day, she dug out the child who had already died from the rubble, shaking and shouting in grief as if he had fallen asleep, and the child whose face was covered with blood and dust, but the son who was alive and kicking, always smiling at her, and doing odd jobs to earn money to support his mother while studying, did not react at all. People can't be resurrected after death, and the desperate mother regained her calm, "Baby, you're gone, your mother is very painful, but this is the truth...... I hope you will still be your mother's son in the next life, and you look exactly the same as you now, and we will still be a family......"
The mother lost her son, and the pain could not be relieved, and the child who knew that he was about to die was not a thousand thoughts and concerns about his parents. A middle school student was found holding a piece of paper in his hand, a suicide note drawn on white paper with a wooden stick: "...... Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, my son left first, I hope you must take care. It is conceivable that at the last moment of his life, what the child can't give up is the parents who gave birth to him and raised him.
Four
Life and death, yin and yang are separated, disasters always test love and family with pain, and also test the great love of the world that transcends emotion.
What could be sadder than watching one's loved one die? A policeman led the teachers and students to fight to rescue, a pair of bloody hands dug out more than 30 children, he suddenly heard his son crying for help in pain in the rubble, the tearful father desperately digging the rubble, and even saw the son who was stuck between two prefabricated slabs, but the children around him all need to be rescued, one is more critical than the other, one, two, three ......, and when he freed his hand, the son who was like a gossamer left only one last sentence to the police father: "...... Daddy, save me......"
In the moment when the classroom collapsed and sank, many teachers leaned over and stretched out their arms to protect the students, and some children were rescued because of this—this is a touching gesture, a gesture of saying goodbye to the world, a posture of occupation, and a posture of great righteousness and love. Tan Qianqiu, Xiang Li, Qu Wanrong, and Zhang Miya ......, and they fell in the same posture, like angel wings, soaring in another sky.
The teachers sacrificed their lives to save the students, and the children were also brave and fearless to save the teachers. A middle school student stopped as he burst out of the classroom door—and suddenly saw behind him was the homeroom teacher, who was six months pregnant. The boy resolutely stood in the doorway, and with his still immature arms, he propped open the door frame, which had been severely deformed and narrowed, and let the teacher get through his armpits!
The encounter in the world, the heaven and the earth are moved, the truth is priceless, the heavens and the earth are moved, and it also infects the friends of mankind. A dog squatted on the rubble for a long time, licking the lips and teeth of an unconscious old woman. The old man who was nourished by the righteous dog woke up, and with the belief and strength to survive, he persevered to the end. At the site of the ruins, I saw many well-trained search and rescue dogs looking around like crazy, and the simplicity and urgency were touching. A search and rescue dog rescued 32 people in a row, but unfortunately was overwhelmed by the collapsed remnants of the building, and died heroically, touching the world.
Stories like this, I don't know how much has been buried, and I don't know how much has been ignored, and it has become a norm to be moved.
Countless anxious text messages are sent to the same terminal that can never be received, all ears listen to the same voice from the same place, all the blood flows to the same bloodline, and all the cameras are aimed at the same target.
Under the order of the Party Central Committee, the military and civilians across the country took urgent action. 130,000 troops quickly assembled on a large scale in the southwest direction of the motherland, rushed to the rescue thousands of miles away, desperately charged in the heavy rain and mud, risked parachuting at a height of 5,000 meters, struggled to open up the passage of life, searched and rescued urgently day and night, and went to the dammed lake with explosives on their backs to reach the ...... within a limited time; Helicopters and civil airplanes flew to the disaster area at a high density, special trains for supplies and special military trains were speeding around, cars loaded with relief materials lined up in a long line, cranes, bulldozers, roadheaders, and bulldozers worked day and night, and assault boats marched again and again toward the trapped islands.
Deep love is bottomless, great love is endless. Love is hot, love is surging.
Walking into the temporary classroom of Beichuan Middle School, I did not dare to stimulate the memories of teachers and students. Every child is a tear pack, bursting at the touch of a button, and every group of children has too much pain and will cry at any time. The graduating classmates hugged each other tightly, unwilling to separate, and the love of classmates, friends of life and death, it was tears that glued their hearts together. They cherish their survival, mourn their deceased friends, mend and comfort each other's broken hearts, and overnight the children have grown up. More than 50 children in one class were gone forever, and the surviving classmates had the names of the class written on a sweat-soaked white T-shirt.
In the days when I came back from Sichuan, I was in a bad mood and didn't want to speak. The Mid-Autumn Festival of that year was not very clear. I read such a letter from a child to his mother who had gone to heaven. After the earthquake, there has been no news of his mother, and his son, who is in college, is heartbroken and grief-stricken, so he writes letters to his mother in the interval between being volunteers, one after another, recalling the bits and pieces of mother's love since childhood, crying blood and tears, all of which are painful hearts and broken love, "Mom, there are many people who go to heaven,...... If there is an afterlife, we will still be together as a family......"
Standing alone in the night breeze of Beijing's high-rise buildings, looking at the southwest of the motherland, there are thousands of knots in my heart. I wonder if the moon there is shining tonight?
O old man who walks to heaven, there is no family joy and leisure life, there are no flowers like clouds and clusters, there are no brocade flowers, there is no morning sun shining on your white face and bent old waist like branches.
Men who go to heaven, is there another day for you to carry, is there always a busy hard work every day, there is no time to rub mahjong, is there a woman who is full of joy.
The woman who goes to heaven, is there any clothes and vegetables that can never be washed, is there a short Zhang San Li Si in the parents who can always put up an endless dragon gate array, is there a complete set of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and is there an endless human sophistication.
Children who go to heaven, are there any snacks you love and mooncakes you don't like, are there novelty toys and stationery, are there people checking your homework books, and are there any idol Internet celebrities. Is there anyone who gives you a warm embrace like Mom and Dad.
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Come together and remember May 12, that was the day you first met. Far away, you have no pain, sorrow, and loneliness; Form a happy family, where there are grandparents, grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters, classmates, teachers, neighbors, and long-cherished lovers and soulmates.
Later, when we went to Yingxiu Town, we found that the boulder we saw that year had been engraved with the words "5.12 Epicenter Yingxiu", which became a permanent landmark landscape for visitors to take pictures. The ground is full of unknown flowers.
Later, I walked into Yingxiu Primary School to learn about the teachers. Playing table tennis with a Chinese teacher, I was careful not to touch the scabbed wound. He was speechless several times – he lost his wife and daughter in the earthquake. The teachers all talked about the national flag back then. Speaking of Tan Guoqiang, the principal of Yingxiu Primary School, who was named a national earthquake relief hero because of his heroic rescue, several teachers said: "It was Principal Tan who saved me!" And Principal Tan said to me, this is my duty. Simple and powerful, without a single superfluous word. In the propaganda window of the primary school, a group photo of the teachers of the whole school before the earthquake was pasted, the male teachers were sunny and energetic, and the female teachers were smiling like flowers. More than 20 of them have died. I proposed to take pictures of the teachers who were sticking to it, and they readily agreed, and Principal Tan specially used the radio to call the teachers to gather in front of the publicity window to take pictures. The male teachers wore suits and ties, the female teachers wore beautiful dresses, and the Qiang teachers wore bright national costumes. I know that they want to tell the world that the post-apocalyptic Yingxiu is still beautiful and vibrant! When taking pictures, the teachers specially left a slit so that the group photo full of smiles was surrounded in the middle. I know they want to say to their colleagues who have gone away, "We're always together." In the school loudspeaker, I don't know when, the song "My Heart is Eternal" was played. Mournful and sad, it makes people feel infinitely nostalgic.
A nation that dares to depict wounds as flowers will not be defeated.
A country that can look into the distance with tears in its eyes will not stop.
Source: Sunshine in August
Author: Liu Hanjun