Chapter 51 Appendix Reminders and Exercises of Sadness

May 12th, the eighth day of the lunar calendar, happens to be Buddha's birthday.I believe that all coincidences have roots. In the afternoon of that day, I hurriedly glanced at the text message that popped up on the computer - a 7.8-magnitude earthquake occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan.nothing else.Given the strangeness and alienation of the earthquake in the Great Plains, I didn't realize how serious it was. I thought it was just a small damage. After a short period of sadness, I immediately buried myself in the manuscript in my hand.That novel was heavy, and there was a lot of heaviness in my own life. I always felt oppressed, unable to enjoy myself, sneaked into the darkness around me, and quickly forgot a piece of news about a distant place.At around three o'clock in the afternoon, I sent a text message to Sichuan writer He Dacao about the novel I was writing. It took a long time before he replied to me, saying that the earthquake was so strong that everyone was afraid to go home and took shelter outside.Only then did I get nervous, and I sent a text message to inquire again, and learned that their whole family was safe, but there were aftershocks, and they had to spend the night on the school playground.I texted reassuringly and told him not to reply to save battery.That's when I got really scared.Check online, still no detailed news.I remembered that Yan Ge was also in Sichuan, but the phone didn't work, and Huang Tulu was on the Internet, saying that he was also contacting Yan Ge.After some time, he told me that he got through the phone and it was all right.I feel relieved.Everyone informed each other about the situation of our friends in Sichuan. Fortunately, everyone is safe.Have you heard of any casualties? —We were all asking each other that way back then.have no idea.Everyone doesn't know.

At night, I was inexplicably irritable and heartbroken. I smoked, listened to music, and read books, but nothing could relieve it.It's hard for me to explain, but I think of some mysterious things, so I quickly call my family, it's all good.I was even more confused, but I couldn't help it, so I had to let it flood.I started to cry, and cried like hell.Desperate, gloomy, thinking of death.I was greeted by friends online, so I wanted to find some comfort.Unexpectedly, he told me that more than 7,000 people died.I was shocked, and I was scared back to tears.I checked the news on the Internet, and only then did I know the ferocity of the earthquake.Aftershocks continued that night, and the number of casualties continued to increase.Friends online all put on a crying face, worrying and grieving together.I finally found out for myself the cause of the great depression and sharp pains of the night, which I believe was an intuition.

From then on, the grief has been haunting.Not only me, but at least half of China.It is not ruled out that there is still indifference. Too many facts in the past can no longer make me credulously believe in beauty.The bad habits of fantasy are more frequent, I imagine myself as a child crushed in the ruins, darkness and coldness surround me, a huge stone slab is pressed on my legs, blood is gurgling, my body is slowly getting colder, I still Little, I still think about the final exam, I still yearn for going to college, and I worry about whether my parents are safe. If I want to die, I have to die in the arms of my parents. At least, I can see them before I die... Maybe I am a Mother, at the moment when the house collapsed, I couldn't care about my significant other, I couldn't care about the love vows of life and death. As long as my child is still alive, I hugged him tightly and stood on the roof. When I was pressing down on us, I felt my body grow into a solid pillar. At the last moment, I said to the unharmed child under my body: "You must live well. If you live, I will live." ... I imagined that I was a young soldier, this was my first battle, my fingers were bleeding, I could hear the faint and longing cry for help, but I couldn't break the steel bar, couldn't move it The tons of cement slabs were moved, the road was blocked, the crane was unable to enter for a long time, and the voice for help became smaller and smaller... I imagined that I was a doctor, and the injured were one after another, one after another, and their faces Even with a dignified smile, there is not enough medicine, my hands are not enough, my medical skills are not enough, I can’t save more, I can’t bring the dead back to life... I imagine that I am the prime minister of the country, and there are tens of thousands of people trapped in the hardest-hit area. My ears were full of wailing and painful groans. My eyes were full of scars and ruins. Aftershocks were still frequent. The buried folks can't rebuild their homes with a single wave. My heart is pierced and anxious... I become them, and the flood of despair hits me, and I also know that this imagination has tortured me to death. Pain, but less than one ten-thousandth of their real experience.

The sun can't do it, only love can warm this just coming summer.All countries extended a helping hand, all walks of life across the country quickly started fundraising, the entertainment industry also changed their bluff and donated generously, and many non-governmental organizations rushed to the front line of the disaster... Each of us is also a member of this, and we are here for ourselves , and feel a little gratified for this loving collective. On May 15th, I saw another sad news from Chen Xi’s blog——Li Ximin went to Sichuan to write, and the mountain villa he lived in collapsed during the earthquake, and he was crushed underneath... Read Zhu Dake’s blog again , the title in big characters is shocking-"Who Will Save Li Ximin?" "The following links are the rescue posts of Sina Reading and Tianya Community.I clicked on all of them, stared at them, and refreshed them almost every minute, to see if there was any latest progress.Ever since the news of Li Ximin's burial was known the day before, writers such as Wang Gan, Zhu Dake, Qiu Shanshan and others began to shout and mobilize all available forces.But the road was still blocked. Han Han's small rescue team tried many times to enter but failed, and professional rescue equipment could not enter.Most of the news on the post is forwarded to each other, and no one can know for sure whether it is true or false.Until Xi Wo said that he had called Murong Xuecun and learned that he had found Li Ximin, right next to him, without equipment, unable to rescue him, but he was still alive!I couldn't hold it back any longer, tears streaming down my face.In the face of natural catastrophe, writers are even more powerless than ordinary people. Literature is of no use at this time, and ideas are even more useless to the world.But the sanctity of literature makes the friendship formed by this group of people have the most pure and fiery quality; they can stick to the difficulty of literature, let alone the lives of friends?Stubbornly seeking, stubbornly begging, stubbornly trying to rescue at all costs, there are criticisms on the Internet, saying that they are just to save their friends, engage in individualism, selfishness, and disregard the overall situation, Zhu Dake wrote helplessly but powerfully in his blog I just said a word——For individual netizens who are dissatisfied with my way of trying to rescue my friends, please allow me to tell you the simplest truth: to care for all the victims, please start with the people around you!Please do what you should do, what you can do!The whole literary world is led by Li Ximin. Whether they are familiar with him or not, they are actually close people. If they are on the boat of literature, they have long been brothers and sisters.Moreover, I believe, and I ask everyone outside of literature to believe that, if this person is not a friend or a writer, as long as there is a needy hand reaching out, as long as he knows the specific goal of helping, all these efforts and attention will not be in the slightest. It will be reduced, and it will be poured out.At around 6:30 in the evening, Li Ximin was successfully rescued and sent to a hospital in Chengdu with only minor injuries.Persisting in life for more than seventy hours is really a tough guy.I sadly imagined myself in that situation again, trembling and sobbing with terror.

In the 21st century, the society has progressed, and human beings feel extremely happy, and the pleasure is higher and higher.Who can hear the panting of the earth, the tittering of the devil hidden in his heart, in the midst of revelry?Selfishness, greed, and indifference, they regard themselves as gods and masters, they can no longer see their own insignificance, and they don't even have a little bit of reserve. Everyone regards themselves as a representative of human beings. If I am happy, the whole world will be happy.At this time, the disaster will come, no matter who sends it, whether it is the force of nature or the will of the gods, it is a timely reminder to human beings, and it is also a necessary exercise.For all the local disasters in the past and present, one day, all mankind will face the final catastrophe together.At that time, what we need is greater love, stronger beliefs, higher wisdom, and more perfect countermeasures—perhaps we should not use "more" but "most"—the last fight.Relying on my previous body of indifference, stupidity, self-importance, laziness, dullness, and kidney deficiency, how could I deal with the catastrophe?Don't ask for a complete retreat, as long as you save the human fire, you are already a victory.

The earth shook like an order, the carnival of the prosperous age was suspended immediately, the whole of China fell into deep grief, everyone had new thoughts on life, great love came back, we revisited unity, and once again remembered how to reflect and regret.Nature, or God, is always more cunning, more stern, and more sober than human beings. It has taught and trained human beings again at any cost. In any case, the victims were innocent, and the living should be worthy of their sacrifices in addition to mourning. "I don't know where my mobile phone is, and my camera has also suffered a disaster. There are so many beautiful photos in it. I promised to send them to my friends. You should know how beautiful this place is, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and fresh air. , and the water without any pollution. Before the earthquake, even the water I bathed in was mineral water... My throat was very dry and it was on fire. I don’t know how long I can shout. Thirsty and dumb, and can no longer cry out."