Announcement on 5.14

The earthquake occurred, and the source of the news was unexpectedly transparent, unexpectedly large, and unexpectedly rapid.

It is precisely because of this that we are doubled.

For two days, I had no intention of writing. I really had no intention and no intention of shirking. I wrote articles at the unit every day, mobilized and called, and was busy in the dark. I was a little free time, and every time I turned on the computer, I subconsciously turned on the Internet TV and rolling reports on the Internet. One by one, I praised me for being rational and strong, and my girlfriend for being mocked that I would not shed tears because she had never seen how I moved my feelings.

But this time, such a huge number of disaster scenes were concentrated in front of me. I believe that people who are not moved by shock must not belong to the human world.

So I donated (I won’t say the numbers, it’s a bit embarrassing), and I made an appointment to donate blood (I’m ashamed, I only received an appointment registration form, and I didn’t really give blood because the blood bank has limited storage capacity or something. But as long as I call, I will definitely go without saying anything).

But there is no code.

Sorry, I'm resigned again this time, especially after the ban.

But I think the readers are not all waiting for updates now.

We are all watching the children lying under the ruins. We are all watching the Prime Minister's haggard face. We are all watching the fifteen warriors sailing on the most complex terrain and the worst weather without hesitation. We are all watching the CCTV host choke in front of the screen. We are all watching the displaced victims...

Imitate yourself.

Oscars are children who grew up in Mianyang.

On Fugui Mountain in Youxian District, Mianyang, there is now a sanatorium, but it was the Army Seventy-Seventh Field Hospital. This field hospital belongs to the Chengdu Military Region and was withdrawn from Tibet. My parents met in Tibet, and I was born in Sichuan because of the year of birth, when it happened to be an earthquake, I was born in the earthquake shed. Anyone who is familiar with me knows the origin of the word shaking in my name.

In Mianyang, I spent the first decade of my life. The place where I went to school was in the Chaoyang Factory (Factory 212). The scenery was picturesque and the climate was pleasant. Next to the hospital was the cemetery of the anti-Japanese general Song Zheyuan. Perhaps with this general, I have influenced my habit of loving history since then.

Now this beautiful place has been in an unprecedentedly tragic disaster!

Every day, I looked at the familiar places in front of the TV with my mother, and watched the soldiers and doctors who were involved in rescue and rescue and healing the wounded, and we were all in a heavy mood.

My mother tried her best to contact her comrades who were still in Sichuan. As long as she had not retired and was on the medical front, all of them had already been involved in this tide. My mother also murmured: "It would be great if she was still in Mianyang now..."

My mother is an excellent military doctor who participated in two self-defense counterattacks against Vietnam in 1979 and 1984!

So I was extremely kind to see those olive greens, national defense greens, and camouflage uniforms.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Republic are now trying to save all lives that can be saved. They use their shoulders to try to support the hopes of the people in the disaster area. In addition to them, there are also staff from the public security, firefighters, armed police, and various government agencies. There are also tens of thousands of young volunteers, all working hard.

It is difficult to prosper the country. The ancients said that sincerity would not be deceived.

Chinese talents have only been out of depression for only thirty years, and from a broken country for only 60 years. We have only seen a little dawn of progress since hundreds of years of national fortunes. In 2008, no matter those who are proud or those who have ulterior motives, they regard them as a symbolic year for the resurgence of this ancient nation.

But since the beginning of the year, disasters continued. First, there was a huge snow disaster in the south that had not been seen in a century, a farce in Lhasa, a Taiwan election, then the Olympic torch storm, then hand, foot and mouth disease, and train derailment. When everything was calmed down and when the torch returned to the motherland, such a major earthquake suddenly occurred!

However, born in distress and die in happiness.

It is precisely because of these disasters and setbacks that in these five months, we have seen how our nation is rational and strongly united together! We watch over each other, we smile and shameless slander against others, and we are encouraging ourselves and saving ourselves!

Thirty years of reform and opening up have not allowed our nation's simple and tenacious personality to fade away. And this year has shone dazzling light.

This may be the significance of the re-rise of this nation, not because of the Olympics, but because we have revitalized our overall modern national consciousness and spirit of self-improvement.

In the midst of emotional excitement, I probably thought of these things. From now on, live a good life.

Updates will be resumed tomorrow.

Postscript:

The child is so pitiful.

I don’t know much about architecture and I don’t know if the school is more likely to collapse because of its large public area. But seeing that every disaster area has schools suffered disasters, I feel so uncomfortable that I can’t describe it.

Dujiangyan Juyuan Town Middle School! Beichuan County Middle School! Qingchuan County Muyu Town Middle School! Beichuan Huanhuan Kindergarten! Dujiangyan New Primary School! Wenchuan Kindergarten!………………………

Attached is a poem on the Internet. After reading it for a long time, my eyes turned red and I held back.

Dedicated to the little angels who left on May 12

Don't be sad for us

Mom and Dad

Is that you

I heard your call

I've listened since I was born

I've been hearing from my little baby that I'm in elementary school

When I'm asleep now,

I want you to come to me

Cover me with bare arms,

Help me get my lost shoes.

Mom and Dad

I really want you to close your eyes for me,

Let dad kiss my face again

Let my mother touch my cheek again

dad

There are many younger brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters around me

You must find their relatives

Bring beautiful clothes and beautiful shoes

Mother

We are all good kids and are studying hard.

Try not to give you face

But

Mom and Dad,

My classmates, my teachers

Lying quietly in front of the former playground of the school

The past scene is emerging again

We are here to jump rope and play shuttlecock here

We wear red scarves here

Declaration to the motherland here: Study hard and improve every day

So many flowers

So many tender faces

But now I'm so cold

Mom and Dad, hug me

Must kiss my face again

Mom and Dad

You are working outside, far away

I know it's so difficult for you

I didn't blame you

Entrust me to my uncle

I didn't blame you

Not in front of me

Because there are grandparents to raise

You're going out to make money

Mom and Dad

Don't be sad for us

We're with the teacher

Mom and Dad

Don't be sad for us

Remember to build our home in the future

We only ask for parents

There are thousands of parents

Next Today

Let the balloon fly for us today

It says:

We are good.

We've been here.

We are angels
Chapter completed!