Minqicai
I went to the prairie wolf mountain in Beishan with friends from several provincial capitals that day. Red flowers and yellow flowers attract us, and the clean air purifies our hearts. We lay on the grass, relaxed and happy. Suddenly, the mobile phone received a short message about a catastrophic mudslide in Zhouqu, Gansu. At first glance, so many people were killed and disappeared. The rolling Bailong River was blocked into a dammed lake, and half of the county was razed to the ground by flash floods and mudslides. For an instant, my legs trembled and I couldn't swallow a complete sentence.
I passed my mobile phone to my friends in the same trade. They all looked solemn and sad, silent, as if disaster were happening around us. We lost interest in surfing on the mountain and set foot on the way home by car.
When I came back to see the news on the Internet, I realized that the disaster in Zhouqu was more serious than what was said in the SMS. Moon village, a village with a beautiful name, has disappeared, and so have many homes. Ninety-nine springs cried, and "blocking Jiangnan" became a nightmare for Chinese people. But in the face of nightmares, we read the fighting spirit of the Chinese nation in the face of disasters, and also read the power of love that surprises the world.
Look! Look! Look!
Although houses collapsed, communication was interrupted, roads were destroyed and bridges collapsed ... As of August 10, 702 people had been killed in this disaster, and there were still 1042 people missing.
But we still see hope and future in the disaster.
Our prime minister has arrived, and the PLA, fire officers and soldiers, medical teams and emergency teams have all arrived! Rescue equipment and supplies have arrived! The water supply facilities have been restored! My folks and my brothers and sisters who struggled with their lives in the ruins were saved from death. They saw hope and the future.
Red flags fluttered on the ruins of blood, and each figure was busy saving people. I know that disaster will eventually leave us.
A pair of dumb couples repairing shoes, a bachelor without a wife, and people of all ethnic groups with conscience all gave their love to the disaster area. I know that with their efforts and help, the new life will continue.