Chapter 43 pity the earth

During the process of being carried by soldiers from Xinhai Mountain Villa to the helipad outside the gate of Yinchanggou Mountain, along the way, I saw that the once beautiful Yinchanggou was riddled with holes.Even the beautiful and mysterious peak of Jiufeng Mountain collapsed.In those ruins, how many innocent souls are screaming silently?This sad mountain! Wenchuan, Qingchuan, Beichuan, Pengzhou, Shifang... the land of western Sichuan was in mourning. What are those dry hands protruding from the ruins calling for? Those who persevere in the dark have long forgotten the indifference and disgust of this world, and are waiting for salvation with hope, while those ordinary rescuers, the so-called nobility is far away from them, and the best and most glorious side of human nature is far away. Incisively and vividly, they are wrestling with the cruel reality and freeing those survivors from the tricks of fate.

Those who died compatriots, I can't bear to see your miserable condition, the clotted blood and the open wound, the eyes closed and the mouth opened, the head drooping powerlessly and the messy hair fluttering in the wind, the muddy water and bloody water, the cold Flesh and shattered rubble... the dull cries of souls pierced through the mist of night. ... What is especially heartbreaking are those students who died. I don’t know if anyone has done statistics. Among all the victims, how many were primary and secondary school students?Before those children had time to think about why, they were already buried in the ruins.The piles of young and tender corpses dug out still kept their respective postures, and their expressions were forever frozen in that cruel moment.Before they have time to grow up and taste the ups and downs of the world, they will wither forever!

God!You are so cruel, so rude, you are in vain! What a great injustice! Blame God, to no avail. Why is it that in the same place, some schools have nothing to do, and some schools have all collapsed?If the school was built stronger, if those corrupt officials and contractors were less corrupt, if we had prepared for the earthquake earlier... too many ifs, too much grief and anger, those children who died will never come back.If there is still a little bit of conscience, even a little bit of conscience the size of a fingernail, those sinners should decide themselves on the ruins where the children are buried, and apologize to the world!

But who is willing to stand up and take all the responsibility? ... Those withered flowers can no longer emit fragrance, and those wandering souls can no longer sing.My eyes can no longer bear to stay on the ruins, I am running for my life!I don't know where the next disaster will be waiting for me, I don't know why life is so fragile, and I don't know how long it takes to forget the pain... Changge should cry, my pity the earth!