12th May.
Two years has elapsed since the desastrous earthquake in Wenchuan,Sichuan Province.
Just within that sharp 1/1000 or even 1/10000 second,the land shook;the mountains trembled;houses fell down;bridges broke up...Innocent people,at that moment,seemed or maybe were so tiny and vulnerable faced with the powerful as well as ruthless natural force:people in the markets scattered crazily like a swarm of hornets when their hove exploded;people strolling along streets a nanosecond before set about bolting in search of an open place;students who were having a Chinese class or writing compositions to express their love to their mums a nanosecond before burst out shrieking and tried desperately to flee or ended up in being buried by the falling wreckage...
Too fleeting to make a response a formerly peaceful and beautiful town was turned into nothing but ruins and a staggering number of bodies lying beneath...
Parents who escaped dashed to their children's schools,digging frenetically for their children;life partners or relatives out of Sichuan dialed over and again,yearning to get in touch with their darling ones to make sure whether their beloved ones were fine or not...
Sorrowful or moving stories happened every day,every hour,every minute and every second.Newspapers,the Internet,radio,TV...All public media were occupied by news concerning the earthquake which sent the whole country weeping.Even those professionally trained hosts or hostesses couldn't control their overwhelming feelings that tears loomed or even rolled down while reporting news.
We dragged down our national flags,set the alarm ringing and stood in silent tribute in memorial of the unfortunate victims.I can still vividly recall the moment the alarm rang,my heart broke into pieces,sending an overwhelming pain through all my body like an electric current shock.Some kind of unable-to-be-expressed grief blocked my throat,making it difficult for me to breathe.Tears just kept gushing and gushing non-stop.This was what happened in 2008.
But in 2009,I had assumed I wouldn't be that sad on 12th May,but when the alarm rang,the grief didn't faint at all!The silent tribute was just in my chemistry class and I felt a little bit embarrassed to cry in front of my classmates as well as my chemistry teacher==!
Now it is 12th May,2010,but I am no longer in China and I have realized that crying can't make any difference.Besides,I believe that the dead wouldn't want us to stay depressed all the time.Their wish,I think,is just like what a poem sentence says:"Remember me only when it makes you happy;do not remember me if you feel sad."We can't bring back the lives of the dead,but we should live our lives to the fullest,to the most splendid because to some degree,we are continuing their lives in this world.
All in all,may the dead live peacefully in another world and the living continue strongly and optimistically.
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So sentimental a girl! However, I have to confess that it was really a sorrowful moment when you reminded me on 12th,May. I suddenly thought that we could do nothing but wait and pray. Recently Yushu earthquake has shocked all nations, but we were abroad, we even couldn't donate some necessity just to release the deep grief. How lamentable!
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