Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

On May 12, I went to work as usual and coded as usual. But I heard a faint voice from somewhere: "There's an earthquake, there's an earthquake in Sichuan!" I didn't pay attention at the time, earthquakes are just a natural phenomenon.

, it happens all over the world from time to time, but there must be another Tangshan earthquake. When I updated the chapter in the evening, I just said a word of condolences lightly.

The next day, the news of the earthquake not only did not subside, but intensified. This shocked me, and I began to pay attention to the earthquake. As the saying goes, "You won't know until you see it, but you will be shocked when you see it." I never expected that Sichuan

The Wenchuan earthquake was even worse than the Tangshan earthquake!

The green hills were devastated, the tall buildings collapsed into mud, and the living people fell into the ground!

In order to fight the earthquake and provide disaster relief, Premier Wen rushed to the scene immediately. Heroic and fearless military officers rushed to the scene immediately. Reporters also rushed to the scene one by one, as well as volunteers... As a result, each tearful scene was recorded.

, the heart-wrenching pictures were frozen, and the cries of grief were also left behind...

After a young woman failed to find her child, she immediately stayed under the collapsed building to remove bricks to save others. When a reporter tried to find out her name, she said: "My name is Survivor!"

When the aftershocks came, a school building collapsed again, and the commander issued a death order to evacuate. A soldier who had just brought out a child from the ruins knelt down and cried loudly, saying to the people dragging him: "You let me go again."

Go save one! Please let me save another one! I can save another one!"

At the moment of the earthquake, Tan Qianqiu, a teacher at Dongqi Middle School in Deyang City, lay on his desk with his arms spread out, protecting four students. In the end, all four students were rescued, but Teacher Tan died unfortunately.

On the afternoon of the 13th, rescue workers were struggling to dig. Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared in front of people's eyes: a young mother huddled in the rubble with a three- to four-month-old baby in her arms. She lowered her head and lifted her top.

, no longer breathing. The baby girl in her arms was still happily sucking her mother's breasts, her red face forming a sharp contrast with her mother's dusty breasts!

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There are so many moments worth remembering, that fat hand full of wounds that held a pen tightly and was covered with dust, stretched out from the ruins, that person who couldn't help but shed tears when reporting the disaster on the CCTV news channel

host Zhao Pu... If I had to write down these touching deeds one by one, it would probably be longer than my novel!

I saw clearly with my eyes and heard clearly with my ears all the reports from Sichuan and Wenchuan. I couldn't help but feel sad. Looking at the heart-wrenching pictures, tears rolled in my eyes. I am

He is a real man, but why are he crying?

Heaven, earth! Why are you so ruthless? Ruthlessly tear apart the magnificent mountains and rivers, ruthlessly destroy the warm homes, and ruthlessly devour beautiful lives!

In the past few days, I have been thinking about what I want to do. Apart from donating money, I can only write articles to express condolences. However, I have thousands of words in my heart, but they are always unable to be done, as if they are stuck in my throat. There are too many

I want to say something, but I don’t know where to start.

Today, editor Chang Tian sent a QQ message at 13:11:08: "Brother, please contribute and write a 300-word article to pray for the people in the disaster area!"

So I thought, I can no longer be silent, I can no longer be silent!

I opened WORD and started typing on the black keyboard, and black words appeared one by one. I was writing a poem, but after writing three verses, I couldn't write anymore. I suddenly realized that I

The poems are so pale! How can these poems express my deep sorrow for the Wenchuan earthquake and the tragedy of the whole country? I have written such a long novel, but I have never felt that my language is so lacking.

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However, what should I do to soothe the souls who have been buried in the ruins? What should I do to soothe the wounded hearts of those who have lost their homes and relatives? What should I do to soothe the motherland's message?

scar?

I didn’t continue writing the poem because it was almost 14:28!

At 14:28, at this moment on May 12, the land of Bashu suddenly shook and the sky collapsed. The solid ground suddenly could not bear the lightness of life. The boundless darkness suddenly invaded the blue sky and tens of thousands of fresh lives.

It lost its luster in an instant. At this moment, the sound of the child's reading suddenly stopped; at this moment, the bustling market suddenly became silent; at this moment, the way home became far away; at this moment, the god of death grinned towards the deep

People coming from the ruins...

14:28, at this moment today - May 19th, all of us who are still breathing, soldiers, doctors, workers, chief executives, students, men, women, the elderly, children... we are all doing it

The same thing - three minutes of silence for the compatriots who died in the Sichuan earthquake!

At this moment, the motherland uses her broad mind to connect all of us Chinese. No matter where we are at the end of the world or at the end of the world, we can feel each other's breathing, each other's heartbeats, and each other's sadness.

At this moment, our hearts are tightly connected, building a more majestic Great Wall!

A major earthquake can tear apart the magnificent mountains and rivers, but it cannot tear apart our steely will! A major earthquake can destroy a warm home, but it cannot destroy our connected hearts! A major earthquake can swallow up beautiful lives, but it cannot swallow up us who help each other.

spirit!

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water.

The cool moonlight shines on the quiet stone paths and shady trees, and it must also shine on every corner of Wenchuan, right? Come on, let us hold hands and chase the moon along the clear brilliance.

Because, at the end of the moon is a beautiful tomorrow.

★Jianhen Tears was written late at night on May 19th