Shortly after the earthquake eight years ago, I wrote a text.

At that time, I didn’t come to Zongheng Chinese to write. On other websites, I was invited by the editor to write.

Today is the 512th anniversary. I want to say something, but I don’t think I can start.

So I translated this article.

I remember that when I wrote this article, I wrote it with tears.

When I look back at this article, I feel a little stingy. But there are more feelings and sighs.

Feeling like life is impermanent

Feeling like a shuttle

I feel sad about my innocence and sincerity back then.

Life is precious.

Love yourself, love the people you should love, friends.

The following text

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"Don't cry, my baby"

The sea is treacherous, and misfortunes are difficult to achieve. The sudden outbreak of the Wenchuan earthquake in 512 made the lives of countless Chinese people freeze from then on.

The earth has overturned. The ruins, sand, stones and dust have buried our relatives and taken away our compatriots. The road to heaven has become crowded at this moment.

In front of Thunder Tianwei, human life is so fragile.

When we see that the flesh and blood of our compatriots under the ruins has become cold; when we see that the vivid faces of the past are now covered with dust and sand, and the eyes are closed; when we see that the sky is high and the clouds are light and bustling, the beautiful towns and villages have now become purgatory on earth...

A tearing pain came from the heart; tears made everyone's heart flood.

We can only build a mourning hall for you, our relatives and compatriots in the depths of our hearts, light up a circle of candlelight, and quietly contempt you to go smoothly!

It was from this moment that 1.3 billion and even more "fragile" lives were instantly gathered together. We united as one, saved lives and supported the disaster area.

In the shortest time, all the eyes of China were condensed into this place where the Jiuzhou was seriously injured. This was a redemption for life, morality and belief!

The most painful and speechless, the great love is speechless. At this moment, any writing and ink and language are pale and powerless.

Our once impetuous, lazy, and vulgar hearts, were moved and trembling countless times in the face of this natural disaster!

The cutest person, the most beautiful man at the backbone of our motherland, rushed to the disaster area at the first speed of the heavenly soldiers falling from the sky and began to rescue his life. The road was blocked, the sky was shrunk, and the sky was shrunk, unable to open to traffic, and could not airborne. However, who can stop them from chasing the god of death on foot between the dangerous cliffs and walls to recover the lives of our birthplaces!

Fellows who are affected, don’t cry and don’t be afraid.

Our brave, selfless and fearless soldiers have come. At this moment, there are no golden swords, iron horses, wolfs, smoke and drums. Disaster is military orders, and life is the trumpet. They wrote their suicide note and threw their flesh and blood into the disaster area without hesitation. With the affected compatriots, they share good fortune and fortune, and work together with their life and death.

After watching too many scenes of vows and arbitrarily acquainted with life and death in film and television dramas, we were once numb. But at this moment, our souls were trembling. The iron-blooded and soft-hearted people, you are our relatives and life and death lovers connected by flesh and blood. You will always be worthy of the glorious engraving of the words "The cutest person".

I want to pass this shout to my compatriots in the ruins: firmly believe in faith, live and support... Don't let the cutest people go to rescue them with all their energy and exhaust their energy, but they can only face your cold bodies helplessly.

One hundred thousand is in full swing. Only in trouble can true feelings be seen; ordinary heroes do not expect too many praises.

Countless soldiers, doctors, nurses, and ordinary citizens braved the danger of their lives in the aftershocks to launch a life search and rescue in the ruins. In the face of disaster, we were moved countless times. Whether it was high-ranking generals or ordinary people, those who fought desperately with the God of Death in the name of life, were heroes.

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will do our best a hundred times."

Please allow me to give the word "respect and love" to the old man Wen, who said this.

It was this old man over 60 years old who rushed to the disaster area as soon as possible after the earthquake.

His thin and thin body and old and tired face always remind people of greatness and glory. It is inspired by his powerful spiritual power that we will not abandon, not give up, not panic, and not hesitate! Let me ask the world to be fair and dare to challenge the god of death!

Premier Wen, maybe you don’t need praise, but I still want to say: You are a strong and brave fighter, and the spiritual pillar of the Chinese people!

With you here, we are not afraid. We are strong. We are united. We swear to fight disasters to the death!

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Did you hear that? The children buried under the ruins, Grandpa Wen is talking to you outside. You must support you strongly. Your flower of life has just begun to bloom, and your magnificent future has just spit out a fragrant bud.

So many pairs of once gentle hands are moving the cold and hard bricks and stones to save you. Perhaps these hands are already bloody, but they have never stopped digging, and may even be buried together by ruins at any time.

Baby, don't cry. I know you're in pain, but you have to hold back. Your tears are like sharp awls, which will make the hearts of doctors, nurses and everyone hurt.

Baby, don't cry. Your father spent several hours carrying you with his hands and saving you from the ruins. You have learned to be grateful and strong. Your life will become happy and fulfilling from now on.

Baby, don't cry. Maybe it was the moment you rescued, which hurt your wounds. But the soldiers' uncles felt more painful than you. Cute baby, when you lie on the ambulance, raising your scarred right hand with difficulty and giving the Young Pioneers to the soldiers' uncles, the whole world was so touched by you.

Baby, don’t cry. Your teachers are using their bodies to block the cement boards falling from the sky and support the sky for you. Their bodies have been deformed and their lives have disappeared. For the lives they have given, you must live strongly!

Baby, don't cry. Your mother used her thin and weak shoulders and limbs to withstand the pressure of tens of millions of pounds. On her chest, she has supported a quiet space for you who are still in her infancy. You are asleep and the soldier uncle has rescued you. Beside you, there is an unsent message left by your mother on your phone: Baby, if you can live, please remember that your mother loves you.

I am speechless. Please make a monument for the great maternal love. There is no need to praise me, we just need to remember it!

Baby, don’t cry. If you lose your relatives, you are looking for him in a confused manner. When you see a man, call him dad, and when you see a woman, call him mom. But from this moment on, you really have 1.3 billion relatives.

Baby, don't cry... because we have already shed tears for you!.
Chapter completed!