It has been a year since the 5.12 earthquake.

According to the customs of the hometown, it is called "anniversary".

As the anniversary festival approached, the long-lost pain once again surged into my heart.

I can't forget the rows of dusty schoolbags on the ruins, the children who should have lived under their knees, as old as flowers, but withered prematurely. Children, you once said that the road to heaven is too dark, but you can't catch your mother's hand. Now, are you doing well in heaven?

"Child, if you can live, you must remember that mom loves you!" I can't forget this text message that was not sent out but moved the whole of China. The great maternal love shocked everyone's hearts.

I can't forget the five-star red flag slowly falling on Tiananmen Square, the shrill alarm over 9.6 million square kilometers, the sorrow of the whole country, and the nine provinces cry together.

The country is prosperous. In the face of the earthquake, countless Chinese people showed their unyielding will. The billions of descendants of Yan and Huang have never exuded such a strong cohesion as they are now. This is the power hidden in the blood of every Chinese!

I can't forget the figure of Chairman Hu wearing a hard helmet standing in front of the ruins, and the hoarse voice that Premier Wen heard from the trumpet he held. This moment moved countless Chinese people and remembered them.

I can't forget the green figures, the soldiers who rescued the wounded under the ruins with aftershocks, and used their hands to carry them on their shoulders. It was you who used their unyielding belief to snatch one fresh life after another from the hands of the God of Death.

I can't forget the scene of thousands of people donating blood, and the touching donation scenes... In 2008, this earthquake left us with so many unforgettable memories.
Chapter completed!