On April 14, the bell of the third complete primary school in Yushu County failed to ring as scheduled, and the earthquake came too suddenly. The classroom of the school 18 bungalow collapsed in an instant, and the children who studied early had no time to evacuate and were buried under the rubble.
The headmaster Nima Jiangcai and 60 teachers rescued them with their bare hands in the ruins. Without tools, they planed by hand. At that time, there was only one idea, to save the children as soon as possible and save as many children as possible.
One hour and two hours, the days seem to pass quickly, the sky is getting dark, Yushu without electricity is about to fall into darkness, and a voice is praying in my heart; Take your time at night and let us have more time to save the children!
No matter how to pray, the night is coming, and President Nima Jiang Cai shouted in a trance, looking at the slowly drawn night. Oh, my God, don't get dark. We have lost more than 30 children. If you are dark, we can't save the child. Oh, my God, don't get dark.
This mixed cry of helplessness and unwillingness echoed in the night sky. On this day, Yushu, why is time connected with life and death? On this day, how much love and affection did President Nima Jiangcai pour into this tearful unwillingness?
Out of sight, in the dark, hoarse shouts began to come. Naman Zhuo Ma boarded the Pearl, with familiar names and lovely faces. The scene of laughter and laughter is now under the ruins. Shout, shout, dig, dig, ten fingers are broken, blood is stained with mud, frozen and cracked, leaving red blood marks on the ruins, which is the silent mark of great love. Son ... wherever you are, I want to find you.