Written to you who are still buried in the ruins - dear friend, are you still alive?
I know, it’s very dark, quiet, and cold where you are. It’s like being trapped in a deep black cave. All light, sound, smell and temperature are isolated in layers. Beyond the ruins. Hell-like darkness, silence, depression, like a sinister tide, are slowly swallowing up the fire of life and courage in this dark night. Perhaps, you are crazily missing your father's meals, your mother's instructions, and your lover's kisses; perhaps, in the aftershocks again and again, you can only bear the squeeze of steel and concrete on your flesh and blood becoming more and more urgent and cruel; In fact, all you feel is the hollowness of your blood gradually drying up, all you hear is the nothingness of your own heartbeat gradually weakening, and the nauseating taste of chewing in your mouth is the taste of death from the earth. Everything in the world is gradually receding and dying in your eyes, ears, skin, and blood. Your mind is as foggy as a winter morning.
But, friend, please tell me and tell yourself, "I am still alive!"
I know that time is very long, from the moment when the sky falls apart and the devil comes to... Now, it has been more than fifty hours. Fifty hours, in our long and boring life, is just a short moment. We sleep and wake up, cry and laugh, and pass by in confusion. However, in these fifty hours, every second seems to condense fifty years of suffering. It is so profound and sober, shouting: "I am here, I hurt!" You may want to close your eyes and let it go. The colorful colors above your eyes are used to cover up the unbearable nightmare at this moment; you may want to fall asleep, relax your body and sink in the soothing and silent night sky; you may also look forward to death, and the permanent pain will be replaced by mercy. This moment of endless torture. When your body has become a burden and a torment, you may lose the strength and courage for the next breath in the moment.
But, friend, please tell me and tell yourself, "I am still alive!"
I know that you have a lot of reluctance, a lot of care, and a lot of memories. , many pictures about love have been supporting your life, many relatives and friends make up a comfortable bed, and you have finally realized your dream with the wisdom you have gained over decades of time. You still have More dreams and more plans are ready to be realized, and life is slowly unfolding like a gorgeous picture and a long epic. However, the ground shook and cracked. None of this was in your life plan. You watched everything destroyed in front of your eyes, just like the express train on a dream journey suddenly derailed from the track. Maybe everything disappeared in this moment. Life no longer has everything it once had, no family, no achievements, no dreams, no more and no more. This is the great despair of life. The whole universe has collapsed. You will feel that there is only a lonely ghost left in the world. Give up. How easy it is!
But, friend, please tell me and tell yourself, "I am still alive!"
Perhaps, you will hate me and hate me for groaning in this life. Turn a deaf ear, hate that I insist on recalling this desperate and miserable time in the future, hate that I ignore the loneliness and loneliness in this world, insist on waking you up alive, and drag you out of this dark cave to face the sunshine An unbearable burden.
Why me? Why?
I came here from Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen and Hunan. I came here after swearing an oath under the national flag. I came here from the remains of my relatives. I came here just after being dug out of the soil. My My eyes were filled with sadness, my head was bleeding, I used branches as crutches, my young hands were fighting for their lives against the rocks and rubble, my shoulders and legs were struggling with the gravity of the earth. The mighty boulders and dangerous walls resisted desperately.
For what? There are many questions, from Qu Yuan to you today, I can't ask about natural disasters, I can't ask about man-made disasters, I can't ask about all the injustices, I can't ask about the answer from heaven, I can't ask about the answer from history, I can't ask about fate. answer.
But today, dear friend, you must answer my question.
"Dear friend, are you still alive?"
Please answer me, "I am alive."
Even if your heart is dripping with blood, even if your hands are Your legs and arms are broken, even if your world is destroyed before your eyes, please answer.
“I am alive.”
For the little girl who was pressed under the rubble and reading with a flashlight, for the hand of life that stretched out when the sand was all over her head, for Looking at the young man standing on the boulder holding a bottle for his classmates, looking at the hand of the girl who had just lost her parents, comforting the 70-year-old man who cried like a child as he promised that the government would take care of him, looking at that The soldier who rushed into the school during the aftershocks and rescued the child who was kneeling on the ground and shouted, "Let me go in again, I can save another one."
For this city, mountains, rivers and reservoirs that have been reduced to hell, for so many children who have also lost their parents, for this sky full of haze, for this land that is crying and bleeding. land, for my troubled motherland.
And, more importantly, for the millions of years of arduous journey of human beings who have been wronged, for the countless ice and snow, storms, tsunamis, plagues, wars, and for these five thousand years. The blood that has soaked the entire earth, for this endless pace of progress throughout life, for the natural weakness and stubbornness in our bones of you and me.
Friend, please tell me, tell the weeping sky, tell the cracked earth, tell the frightened children, tell the fighting old man, tell the past, tell the future, and tell To myself, “Don’t be afraid, I am alive.
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