When I typed the word Yushu in Baidu, what came from the search engine was clear blue sky, green grassland woven with Gesang flowers, colorful Mongolian yurts, mysterious ancient prayer wheels and galloping horses. It used to be the jade crystal tree, the source of the Three Rivers, the most holy water tower standing on the snow peak, which collapsed instantly in that loud noise, and the jade dream of colored glass was smashed to pieces.
4. 14, this cruel and painful day is almost the same as Wenchuan two years ago! So many amiable and lovely Tibetan compatriots, in this scratching 23 seconds, became strangers to their loved ones and left each other forever! A warm and comfortable home suddenly turned into ruins! Looking around, there is pain and ruins everywhere, decadent! How many beautiful things have not been written yet, how many happy families, how many flowery smiles and innocence have been crushed to dust at this moment! Those wailing, heartbroken and almost numb expressions, and tears gushing from dusty and anxious faces all tell the sadness and fragility of Yushu.
This April, what happened? Yesterday's grassland was picturesque, but now it has opened a terrible mouth, devouring one fresh life after another and burying one beautiful dream after another. The bloody sky is gloomy and foggy, which makes our fragile hearts ache again and again with the movement of the hour hand. The drought in southwest China eased slightly, and the sight was caught by Shanxi mine disaster. The heartache and tears have not faded. This gap in Yushu will bring more harm to the holiest people, and push them to the eternal where will you go, which will almost consume our limited sympathy and energy!
The falling rain has filled the sky in April, and maybe God is shedding tears of pity. This blooming season still can't hide the biting pain. In the sad gap wrinkled by disaster and time, cruel and heavy memories crush scars that will never heal. ...
I want to write something and do something, only to find that all the pen and ink and words are so pale and weak, and my personal strength is so thin and fragile. The scars left by the bleeding heart in this disaster will never heal in those caring eyes.
It's hard to forget our amiable and respectable fire officers and soldiers, who are desperately planing their lives with their hands in the ruins, shouting their lives with their voices, planing their lives with anxiety and tears, even if they are bloody! Even screaming! Even a stiff corpse! They turned all their grief and fatigue into motivation to save lives. "No matter where you are, we will find you" and "We will never give up if there is an opportunity" is the cry in every China people's heart, and it is also the greatest hope of every soldier, even if he runs out of energy!
It is hard to forget the prolonged cheers and applause caused by the miracle of life after every successful search and rescue. The longing and enthusiasm for life make people sad and moved, but also burst into tears. It is hard to forget that our officers and soldiers and volunteers, regardless of altitude sickness, tried their best to stick to the front line of search and rescue, depicting one touching scene after another; Premier Wen's tearful eyes, sad eyes and sad voice are unforgettable. The phrase "I swear to be with Yushu" speaks for all China people!
It's hard to forget those beautiful angels in white, who come and go in the cold and altitude sickness rain and snow. Beside the ruins, on the mountain roads, in tents, where there is pain, where there is life, there are their weak but persistent figures! First-aid dressing, disinfection, operation, nursing, psychological counseling, everything is going on in an orderly way. Life is as light as a wing at this moment, but it is more and more important! Warm greetings, concerned eyes, deep affection of brothers and sisters, and medical ethics of saving lives are all interpreted by them in this ruin with actions and life, and continue to write one miracle after another!
It's hard to forget the lovely and talented Dan Zhou who is busy shuttling in the ward. He infected those struggling souls with immature hands and innocent smiles. However, when he sang a ditty from his hometown, he suddenly burst into tears. He doesn't know how to hide his feelings. He doesn't understand why his picturesque home has suddenly become a human purgatory, and so many people have instantly entered the shadow of death and pain!
I can't forget the late reply: "Welcome to the grassland, we have blue sky, hillside full of Gesang flowers and snow-white sheep ..." What a beautiful and simple agreement! Just can this agreement be renewed? Is it still the most beautiful song in the world? However, those once beautiful Gesang flowers are still in bud on the branches and are dead; The once clear blue sky has been covered with blood, tears and smoke; And that snow-white sheep, where can it float like a cloud! The tearful proposal wrote down how many sad tears the children had and how many innocent and beautiful dreams the children had! And that love is silently but firmly conveyed in the hands and hearts of more than one billion people!
I can't forget that lovely little girl. She said, "Please!" When she was successfully rescued. How many people shed tears at that moment! What kind of gratitude and joy it is to regain life! How simple and kind Yushu people have been created by the ancient Yushu! It's hard to forget the rapidly assembled troops and relief supplies. In such a short period of time, they overcame many difficulties and continuously transported them to the badly needed Tibetan compatriots. The people of Wenchuan, who have just come out of the shadow of pain, send manpower and material resources in batches, send faith and encouragement to Yushu people for post-disaster reconstruction, send strength and courage of the Chinese nation to Yushu people, and convey the spirit of unity and mutual assistance to all Yushu people!
Yushu, what kind of pain and suffering are you enduring! How do you test our will and endurance? How do you touch our eyes and a heart connected with your blood? Cruel God, in what fierce way are you asking about the tenacity and fragility of life! Do you know that in your cruel blood, those who hope to support in the blue tent, beautiful Gesang flowers in the blood and tears of the people of the whole country have re-bred new buds, and pieces of fragrant grass glow with the green of life when walking together!
We open all our piety and sing our deepest prayers and blessings to Yushu. We help each other, stumbling on the painful memories and scars like cones, and building the Great Wall of Love hand in hand! Listen to the deafening roar of hopeful car motors; Look, that figure is running back and forth in the ruins; Listen, that sincere call and warm greetings; You see, those beautiful and touching life legends; Listen, I didn't cry when I fell that day, but fell into a roar of not crying; Look, the hope of grassland under the butter lamp is being ignited by the soul of the nation; Listen, Gesang flowers are gradually blooming, full of the sound of the hillside; Look, all life and unyielding souls stand proudly in Yushu, overlooking the dome!
Listen, all dreams are approaching you; Look, all the greens are jointing and coming towards you! We have reason to believe that the beautiful home of Yushu will rise in great love and gradually stand tall and straight in the sunshine after the storm. Let's cheer for Yushu and pray that all life can stand upright as a tree!