Wangdi Dripping Blood, Earthquake in Sichuan
Azalea flowers praise the teacher's soul
On May 12, 2008, history would forever remember this day. The eyes of the whole world were focused on China's Sichuan Province. A major earthquake fell from the sky. The candlelight of tens of thousands of lives was extinguished in an instant, and many beautiful homes were turned into ruins in an instant. The originally delicate words, Wen Chuan, Qing Chuan, and Bei Chuan, together with those tragic images, flashed frequently on the screen, making the whole country cry.。。。。。
It was the fifth day of the year. 12. On this special day, let us hold azalea flowers, light candles, and stand silently. We pray for our loved ones and heroes who died in the earthquake. We hope that they will rest in peace on the other side of the sky and bless those who survived the earthquake. May they walk out of their sadness and live a happy life. Let's hold hands and pass on our love so that it won't grow old.。。。。。
Remember that moment-the short but long three minutes: The Republic was silent, drooping, and wailing. The national flag was raised halfway. On the land of China, the 1.3 billion people gathered into rivers and oceans, shocking heaven and earth, darkening the sun and moon, and weeping ghosts and gods. The Emperor's Blood, 2008, 5.12, 14.28. Time is too short, so short that we don't have time to wipe away our tears; 10,000 years was too short. The rebuilding of the disaster area rose from the disaster. The passing of time was enough to make people forget the destruction of a city, the suffering of a nation, and the death of 80,000 people. However, Sichuan was not a river of forgetfulness. Love could not be forgotten, and suffering could not be forgotten. The virtue of the teacher will shine for thousands of years, and the azalea will be dedicated to all the teachers who died in the earthquake. The pain of the past should be mourned. The love they once had was worth remembering.
Azalea flowers praise the teacher's soul
To the brave and fearless people in the earthquake
At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, a huge earthquake suddenly struck Sichuan, the Bashu Heavenly Kingdom. The land of China trembled instantly, and tens of thousands of lives were instantly lost! In an instant, the mountains and rivers were filled with sorrow, the vegetation shed tears, and the entire country was in mourning! Let us remember this moment, let us remember those teachers who left the hope of life to the students during the earthquake. It was them who used their lives to write tragic poems, and used their blood to forge love in the world. Let us remember them forever!...
At 14:28 on May 12th, this moment made the entire Celestial Empire grieve. The earthquake in Sichuan had affected more than half of China and hundreds of millions of people, causing tens of thousands of deaths. No one wanted a disaster to happen. In the face of a disaster that caught them off guard, our people's teachers demonstrated their fearless heroism and left the hope of life to their students. They were heroes, whether they lived or died. We dedicate the heroic deeds of the teachers in this earthquake to our dear colleagues and children in China. Please remember that on May 12, 2008, there was such a group of people worthy of our memories in the earthquake in Sichuan. We are proud of the people's teachers!
At about 2:28 on May 12, 2008, a 7.8-magnitude earthquake struck the Longquan Mountains. Shifang was the hardest hit area of the disaster. Facing the sudden disaster, all the teaching staff and students working in Shifang worked together with the local government, soldiers, and the general public to fight against the sudden disaster, fight against death, and strive to minimize casualties and losses. It was a heroic hymn! Our three angels personally experienced the touching stories of several teachers at the scene of the earthquake. She was like a flower blooming in the ruins of life. She held a student in each hand and hugged her tightly under her body, like a mother protecting her child! Her body had been broken into two halves, and her face was badly mutilated. No one could pry her hands away from the student! Originally, it would only take two seconds to leave the classroom and reach a safe zone. However, when she was evacuating the students from the classroom, she saw two helpless students. Teacher Xiang strode towards the students without hesitation, holding one in each hand and rushing out the door. However, at this time, the entire teaching building had collapsed, and Teacher Xiang and the students were buried in the ruins...
In the beautiful autumn of 2007, Xiang Qian, who was born into a family of teachers, was hired to teach English at Longju Primary School after graduating from university. Before she became a full-time employee, she was proactive, hardworking, open-minded, and caring for her students. Soon, she won the love of her students and the praise of her parents. She was beautiful and cute, and she was working hard on this fertile land. Now…after Xiang Qian died, her father, Xiang Zhonghai, the vice principal of Nanquan Primary School in Shifang City, was heartbroken. He looked at his daughter's broken body and said with tears in his eyes," I understand her, I understand her. As a teacher, this should be the case!”The words of the old teacher and the old father made everyone present cry.
Yuan Wenting, who joined the work in 2003, was born in September 1982. She was 26 years old at that time. She was the backbone teacher of Minzhu Town, the form teacher of the first grade class of Minzhu Primary School, and the language teacher. When the disaster struck, when the young Teacher Yuan calmly led the first graders to a safe place, she was buried in the ruins…21 years old, 26 years old, they were in the prime of their lives. For the students, they sacrificed their precious lives in this disaster! They used their short lives to write a magnificent chapter of their lives! My students, you must live well!
Liu Jijun, a 38-year-old teacher who was working in education at the age of 17, was a science teacher at Longju Primary School. He was a good teacher praised by everyone because he was meticulous, conscientious, and meticulous in his work. Teacher Liu was highly respected by the teachers and students of the school. 5.12 At the moment of the earthquake, Mr. Liu, who was in class, calmly faced it and calmly commanded, allowing 80% of the students in the class to safely evacuate. When the last few children were about to leave the classroom, the situation became even more critical. The house began to spiral and collapse. In a hurry, Mr. Liu hugged the three students in his arms and rushed out with all his might. However, at this moment, the entire teaching building collapsed. Mr. Liu and a few students were buried under the rubble. After the rescue by colleagues and students, The three students who were protected by Mr. Liu were saved! However, Teacher Liu had left his beloved students, his beloved wife, and his daughter forever…Teacher Liu! Please come back!" In the midst of the students 'cries, Teacher Liu lay quietly. It was so peaceful that we seemed to hear his affectionate words: " My students, you must live well!”Leave me alone to protect the child! This is our Teacher Liu! This is our teacher! " My niece is a student in Class One of the second year of high school. If it weren't for their teacher protecting her, none of these four children would have survived!”the rescued girl's relative said. "Where's that teacher?" "Sigh…he's a great person, a great hero!”As he spoke, the people present couldn't help but tear up. It was a male teacher who was almost 50 years old. On the morning of the 13th, in the temporary morgue on the school field, people found the name of the hero teacher from the body register in the hands of the staff-Tan Qianqiu. His body was dug out from the ruins at 22:12 on the 13th. "When we found him, he was lying on the desk with his arms spread out. He was protecting four students under him. All four students were alive!”The three rescue angels would never forget that scene. "My daughter is still at home, calling for her father." Teacher Tan's wife, Zhang Guanrong, was carefully wiping her husband's body. Every grain of sand on her face was gently wiped away. He carefully combed his messy hair into the hairstyle he was used to when he was alive. The back of Ms. Tan's head was deeply caved in by the floor. When Zhang Guanrong pulled Tan Qianqiu's arm to wipe away the blood, her husband's stiff fingers touched her fragile nerves again." It was still soft when I carried it yesterday. How did it become so hard?!"”Zhang Guanrong gently rubbed her husband's arm and cried..." That morning, he was still the same as usual. He got up at six o'clock, washed and dressed our little daughter, took her out for a walk, and then rushed to school early. He left and never returned. His daughter was still calling him daddy at home!”Zhang Guanrong sobbed. His colleagues told people that he was the one who cared the most about his students." Mr. Tan is the dean of our school.”Teacher Xia Kaixiu, a colleague who accompanied Zhang Guanrong to guard Teacher Tan's body, said," Among the teachers in our school, he was the one who cared the most about his students. When he walked on campus, he would walk over and pick up a small stone from the ground in the distance. He was afraid that the students would get hurt while playing.”On the field, the parents of the students lit a string of firecrackers for Teacher Tan according to local customs...
The 48-year-old substitute teacher used her chest to protect the three young students before she died. It was dug out! Teacher Du has been found!" At 10 o'clock on May 14th, when the rescue officers and soldiers lifted a reinforced concrete beam of Nanba Primary School in Pingwu County, Mianyang City, which had completely collapsed due to the earthquake, the scene in front of them shocked everyone present. A female teacher who had been dead for a long time was lying in the rubble with her head facing the door. Her hands were tightly holding a young child, and her body was protecting three young lives. Du Zhengxiang, the substitute teacher of Nanba Primary School's kindergarten (middle class). She was 48 years old this year, and the children liked to shake her hand and call her "Grandma Du." "It was obvious that she wanted to bring these children out of the collapsing school building. She used her shoulder to block the falling beam for the children.”The rescue soldier said that the five children that Teacher Du protected with her life did not survive in the end. This might be her only regret. Teacher Du's colleague, Yang Shulan, said that when the earthquake happened, she ran to the playground and saw Du Zhengxiang push Yan Mingjun and his grandson, who were sending their grandson to school, out of the shaking school building. She turned around and rushed into the classroom on the first floor. She rescued a few children, and then she rushed into the school building that was already covered in smoke and dust. Two three-story teaching buildings of Nanba Primary School collapsed, 142 students died, and more than 170 students were missing. "The 30 to 40 children in the same kindergarten (upper class) on the first floor ran out by themselves, but the children in Du Zhengxiang's class were too young. They must have been scared stiff by the violent earthquake and couldn't run. Otherwise, Teacher Du wouldn't have run in so many times. She couldn't bear to leave her children.”Du Zhengxiang was famous for being good to children. She had been a substitute teacher at Nanba for more than 20 years. Her current salary was only 450 yuan, and she had no chance to become a full-time employee.
" Quick, hold on to me and jump onto the tree." When the disaster occurred, Teacher Zeng Lingcai of the Central Primary School for Freedom was teaching mathematics to the sixth grade students on the third floor of the school building. At about 2.30 pm, the classroom suddenly shook, and the desks and chairs in the classroom began to move. The screams of the students broke the original silence of the campus. " It's an earthquake." Teacher Zeng's nerves tightened." Quick, quick, evacuate quickly."”The students evacuated the classroom from the front and back doors in an orderly manner. When Teacher Zeng led the children to evacuate, he heard the students calling for help from the second floor. At this time, the stairs had begun to crack and collapse. Teacher Zeng rushed to the second floor without hesitation. At this moment, the building began to collapse. A cement block smashed into Teacher Zeng. Instantly, Teacher Zeng's head split open and blood poured out. Teacher Zeng shook his head and quickly sorted out his thoughts. He saw the students who were shivering at the back door of the classroom. "Run with the teacher." When Mr. Zeng led the students to the corridor outside the classroom, they were shocked. The floor in front of the corridor had begun to collapse. They could no longer go down the stairs, and the collapse was extending to their feet. What should he do? At this critical moment, Teacher Zeng caught a glimpse of a metasequoia tree in front of the building." That's the only way!”Teacher Zeng thought about it and turned to the student." Quick, grab me tightly and jump onto the tree..." It was too late to say that. At that moment, Teacher Zeng grabbed the student with one hand and climbed onto the balcony with the other. He jumped and pounced on the life-saving tree. The corridor under his feet collapsed almost at the same time. The earthquake continued, and so did the collapse of the buildings. Teacher Zeng held his student with one hand and the tree with the other. Blood flowed down his face and soaked the back of his clothes…Time passed by second by second. The aftershocks stopped, and the collapse of the buildings stopped. When the school's rescue teachers rushed to the tree, Teacher Zeng had already fainted, but his two hands were still tightly hugging the student and the tree. His fingers had hardened from holding the tree for a long time. It was Teacher Zeng who gave the student a second life. The primary school was one of the most heavily affected schools in the earthquake, but the loss of students 'lives was very small. What was the reason for the school's disaster to be minimized? That was the spirit of putting the interests of the students above everything else shared by all the teachers and staff of Shifang Primary and Secondary School. This spirit made them stick to their posts in the face of sudden disasters and put their personal interests aside. The steel Great Wall forged by the awe-inspiring righteousness made them indomitable.
Luo Wanfu, a 42-year-old teacher, was one of the teachers who organized the evacuation of the students. According to one of the people at the scene, his own child was in high school at Luoshui Middle School, which was only more than ten kilometers away, and he did not have the time to put down his work to see his child. When Mr. Luo organized the safe evacuation of batches after batches of students, others told him that his child had died in the school. He did not say anything and continued to comfort and rescue the students. After Mr. Luo had organized the students to evacuate safely, he rushed to his child's school. However, his child had been buried under the collapsed building forever. Teachers were ordinary people. They had tears, pain, and hardship, but why could they show such a great mind and heroic spirit at the critical moment? It was the spirit of a teacher. This kind of spirit made them willing to sacrifice, endure pain, and stand up in the face of danger and even death. It made them willing to part with their own flesh and blood for the reunion of others. This kind of teacher's soul cast their shining temperament, this kind of teacher's soul carried forward the fine virtues of our teacher's behavior, and this kind of teacher's soul showed the universal love and tolerance of society. Teacher Shifang, we are forever proud! A teacher who was seriously injured died after learning that the two students he was protecting were fine!
" Mom, please promise me!" An 11-year-old boy cried out in front of the ruins of Huanhuan kindergarten in Zundao Town, Mianzhu City. Everyone was heartbroken. In the earthquake, a total of 68 children and teachers in this kindergarten were killed. He Daiying, a 36-year-old female teacher, desperately protected the two children in her arms, but she could no longer hear her son's call. The survivors of Zundao Town, which was almost shattered, sobbed as they told the story of this heroic female teacher. Her husband wiped his tears and chose to stay." I want to stay in town as a volunteer and accompany her."”More than 60 young lives had disappeared. Huanhuan's kindergarten at the foot of the mountain was a three-story building. After the earthquake, it had turned into a pile of rubble, and its original appearance could no longer be recognized. On the afternoon of the 12th, Mr. He was leading the children to sing children's songs on the third floor. Suddenly, the ground shook and the frightened children's singing suddenly turned into crying. The classroom was in chaos. "Earthquake!" Teacher He shouted," Children, come with me!”She picked up the two children beside her and instructed the other children to evacuate downstairs. However, the tragedy still happened. The children who could not save themselves widened their eyes in fear and were buried by the collapsed roof and walls. Mr. He, who was running at the back, could not come out either. The surviving villagers of the town quickly rushed over from all directions and began to rescue them despite the continuous aftershocks. They used shovels to dig and sticks to pry open the ruins one after another. Only about 30 children covered in blood survived, while the other 60 or so were beyond recognition. One by one, the fresh and tender little lives died prematurely in the cold reinforced concrete, desperately protecting the two children in their arms. When the earthquake happened, Ms. He's husband, Wen Qingyun, was kneading dough in a snack bar not far away from Huanhuan kindergarten.”He quickly rushed out of the door and ran to his son's primary school on the hillside. Two minutes later, he saw that his son was safe and sound. He picked him up and rushed to Huanhuan kindergarten. When he saw the ruins in front of him, his legs went weak.”The child broke free from his arms and rushed to the ruins, shouting," Mom, Mom!" Wen Qingyun composed himself." Hurry up and save her!”He grabbed the tools brought by the villagers and dug crazily. In the end, it still didn't work. He used both hands to dig. The villagers next to him couldn't bear to remind him," Take a rest. Your hands are bleeding."”He didn't seem to hear him. He continued to dig and dig. His son ran around the ruins anxiously, crying as he ran," Mom, do you hear me?”The excavator came, and the rescue speed increased. At 3 a.m. on the 13th, Ms. He was finally dug out. The people at the scene were shocked: she was covered in blood and mud, and she still had a weak breath. Her two arms tightly protected the two children in her arms. The two children were crying because they were frightened, but their bodies were almost uninjured. Wen Qingyun looked at his wife in front of him and felt as if a knife had been twisted in his heart, Is this still the fair and beautiful Dai Ying? The back of his wife's head was dented by the floor. Both her arms were broken, and she had lost all feeling in her waist. Her right leg was broken, and her right foot was twisted. Her heel was facing forward.”His wife opened her eyes slightly and asked,"Is the baby okay?"”After hearing that the two children in her arms were fine, she smiled slightly."If it weren't for these two children, I wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long." Her words made everyone present cry. However, after she was sent to the hospital, Mrs. He, who was seriously injured, still couldn't make it through. She left this world forever and left her beloved children." After she was dug out, she was very happy when she heard that the two children in her arms were fine. However, when she heard that two-thirds of the children in the kindergarten had died, she couldn't hold on any longer." The children loved her the most." The doctor told me that she was dead, but I didn't believe it. I still gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and kept doing it." Wen Qingyun, who was in front of everyone, had tears in her eyes."I know I'm lying to myself, but I just don't think she's really dead.”This plain Western Sichuan man had a dark face. When the reporters saw him on the sixth day after the earthquake, his fingers and joints were still scab." I really regret not digging her out earlier!”"She just likes children. She's happy when she's with children.”There were a total of five teachers in the kindergarten, and the children's favorite was Teacher He. Dai Ying also came back every day to tell her husband how cute the children in the class were. Sometimes, her son would be so jealous that he wanted to protest. Occasionally, when a child had a headache or fever, she would be extremely anxious. She was even more anxious than when her own child was sick. Huanhuan kindergarten was the largest private kindergarten in Zundao Town. Although there were many children who entered the kindergarten here, the benefits were average. He Daiying came to work here in February this year and only received a salary of 300 yuan. After the tragic husband chose to be strong, all the survivors in Zundao Town moved into the tents. Wen Qingyun pointed to a place on the hillside." That's our original home. We have nothing now."”When he moved into the settlement, he was only left with his clothes and a pair of plastic slippers, but he kept his wife's ID card with him because it had his wife's photo on it. On the day Mr. He was buried, he brought his 11-year-old son up the mountain and personally dug a grave for her. His son seemed to have grown up overnight." Daddy, I'm not afraid. I want to see Mommy."”After the earthquake, all the schools in the town had been suspended. Wen Qingyun sent his son to a relative's house in Deyang City. He refused the kindness of his relatives and friends and continued to stay in Zundao Town. "I want to be a volunteer and do whatever I can. This way, I can accompany Daiying.”He chose the most tiring and dangerous job. He cleaned up the ruins and rubbish on the streets and gathered them together to burn them." This can prevent plagues and infectious diseases.”
May's azalea, you quietly bloom, quietly bloom-
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