The drizzle and breeze sent away the silence in the disaster area, and the branches vaguely revealed some new green. This little green emerged from the bare strip, timidly explored the probe, shook her body with ignorant joy, and bravely looked straight at this once shining home. Look at the branches sprouting, this little green, this vigorous vitality.
12, May 2008, 14: 28, at this moment, the earth trembled and the mountains and rivers of the motherland no longer existed. At this moment, the mountains and rivers cried, the family was ruined, and the once fresh life was buried under the rubble. Fear suddenly enveloped the land, and it became as silent as ashes.
Life, where do you live? The traffic was blocked by mud and stones, people were pinned down by thick bricks, the small trees on the roadside could not resist the disaster, and the branches were broken and lying on the potholed roadside. The green luster of the leaves was also swept away by the disaster. But the hope of life is hidden in loneliness. As long as there is love, as long as people's desire for life is not extinguished, their indomitable hearts can beat again in the sun, and children can create miracles on this ruin. At that moment, the teacher stepped forward, blocked the huge slate for the children with his own body and protected the immature children with his own life.
At the moment of the disaster, the gap between people has long since disappeared. Love uses the most touching power to let strangers hold hands and encourage each other. At noon on May 13, the rescue team found a woman. She didn't breathe, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her upper body and her hands on the ground. The rescue team confirmed that she was dead, but found that her arm was three or four months old. The baby was unscathed under the protection of its mother. The doctor later found a mobile phone stuffed in the baby's quilt, only to find that the screen of the mobile phone said, "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you."
The people's soldiers, with muddy feet, crossed the waters of Qian Shan and sent relief supplies to the people in the disaster areas; Brave airborne soldiers wrote a suicide note and resolutely jumped from a height of 5 kilometers; The national leaders went to the front line with tears and personally visited the affected people. Hundreds of millions of compatriots have brought hope to the people in the disaster areas.
The drizzle and breeze sent away the silence of the disaster area, and the branches faintly revealed some new green, emerged from the bare strips, timidly explored the probe, shook themselves with ignorant joy, and bravely looked straight at this once radiant home.
Look at the branches sprouting, this little green, this vigorous vitality.
Whenever winter passes and spring comes, everything on the earth recovers and grows. After cold tempering, the branches of trees can see new buds of various colors, whether they are yellow, white, green or pink. All the new shoots show great vitality. New shoots make nature more beautiful, let people feel the breath of spring, see the hope of the future and be full of confidence in victory.
In the Wenchuan earthquake in May 12 this year, many little heroes emerged. They are fearless in the face of disasters, and their spirit of not bowing their heads in the face of disasters makes me feel infinite admiration. I saw from TV and newspapers that 9-year-old Lin Haoru, desperate after the school collapsed, carried his injured classmates back to the ruins again and again; Deng, 14 years old, was reading a book in the ruins with a flashlight before being rescued. She said that where there is light, there is hope; 1 1 year-old Zhang Wanji carried his 3-year-old sister to the resettlement site; There are also primary school students singing the national anthem and children's songs in the ruins. The friends fought death with strength, courage, wisdom, optimism and kindness, which touched the people of the whole country, made people particularly educated, and made people see hope in the devastated ruins!
The earthquake is ruthless, and after the storm, there is a rainbow. The disaster will definitely pass, and life will definitely start again. Friends who have lost their loved ones, friends who have lost their homes, and friends who have been hurt will certainly turn grief into strength and become stronger in life and study. I believe that with the care and support of the people all over the country, their friends will grow up healthily. They are my role models. They are the new shoots of our country, and they are the whole nation.
Sincerely wish the friends in the disaster area thrive under the same blue sky and become the pillars of building the motherland when they grow up!
After the cold winter, the spring breeze kisses the earth again. The ice and snow on the river began to melt. On the land, the grass began to sprout; On the branches, leaf buds began to sprout. They stretch as much as possible to meet the beautiful spring. You see, the soft body of the grass is fighting for the most beautiful moment of the warrior, and the delicate leaves of the branches are thriving in the call of life. Don't they make us think deeply?
In South America, there is a flower called "Puda Flower", which is one of the most beautiful words in the world when it is in full bloom. Who knows that the brewing process of this flower is as long as 100 years, and it waited quietly for 100 years for a short flowering period. For 65,438+000 years, he constantly absorbed nutrition, prepared, prepared and preserved energy.
The moment of flowering is hard to come by. Of course, the buds of branches also come from the flow of blood. In the vast mountains and forests, there are many trees, their trunks are thick and many branches extend to the sun. There are countless lives growing on the trunk and branches of big trees, although we can't see them yet. In spring, the tree takes off its silver clothes and puts on its green clothes. Green climbed the branches and turned green gradually.
In this regard, what we see is green spring, cheering for green, praising life and singing for spring. But who has thought about how much wind and rain this tree has experienced and how much suffering life on it has suffered? Let's understand the statement!
When the seeds of trees just fell, some were blown into the river, some were blown into the treetops, and some were blown into the rocks, so most of the seeds were destroyed. I don't know how much training grass and seeds in the soil have to undergo before they germinate. When the seeds of trees are just beginning to germinate, if they encounter drought, strong wind, heavy rain, etc. Only seeds with a "good foundation" can grow into saplings. What process does it take to grow into a tree? What can be called a towering tree in the end must be a deep-rooted leader.
I always think of my mother's words when the branches show green buds. A leaf, a flower and a tree are all new life and new hope.
When I was in primary school, I always liked to climb trees and walls with my good friends, and recalled the reasons for being naughty at that time, just to prove my ability. Of course, I soiled my clothes and hung up my pants, and was scolded by my mother.
I remember once, it should be the early spring when it was warm and cold. After school, several of our classmates were bored. I don't know who said that, let's fold the apricot flowers, and others have responded. I also forgot who said there was one on the hill behind the school, and we went up the hill in high spirits.
Facing the cool breeze, we talked and laughed, and in a short time, we saw several apricot flowers on the loess slope in the distance. White flowers stand out in the desolate yellow land, and we rushed forward cheering as if we had won the fruits of victory.
We chose a few agile people to climb the tree, while others helped us. Although we have experienced some twists and turns, our hands are cold and thrilling. One of my classmates almost fell from the tree, but we managed to harvest some branches, and we went home happily.
It is said that flowers can bloom for a long time in a bottle with salt water. I carefully prepared a beautiful bottle, thinking of letting my mother go home to surprise me.
My mother finally got off work and looked tired. Suddenly, she froze when she saw my folded flowers. She turned around and looked at me with complicated eyes. I feel as if I have done something wrong.
Mother said, "A leaf, a flower and a tree are all a life and a new hope. Don't fold it in the future If you stay in the tree, it will bring happiness to more people. "
At that time, I didn't quite understand what my mother meant, but I knew my prank was a mistake. Although my mother didn't blame me, I still felt a little guilty.
Now, every time the teacher carefully paints the earth green in spring, I will think of my mother's words. It was the bloom of life and the birth of hope at that time, so we should cherish it.
The imprint of the remnant winter was swept away. In spring, colorful pigments are splashed around, or painted with high or low colors to pursue brightness. Everything is calm and vivid. The wind softened, swallows came, flowers smiled, willows grew, rivers rose, frogs sang, kites floated and branches opened.
At this time, a fresh wind blew out of the window, and I felt relaxed and refreshed, and my heart was particularly cold.
I can't help but think of Kay Lyon's words: "Yesterday was a credit card, only today is cash, so make good use of it." This sentence hides a lot of truth. I hurried out. ...
Halfway there, my footsteps stopped involuntarily, and I saw a completely different scene. In the early morning, the thin morning fog enveloped the weather, and the weather was so gentle. A careful sniff in the air seems to smell the fresh breath of the tree next to it. This spring, the meaning of spring is particularly strong, as strong as an insoluble dream.
It was last spring, when the storm raged, there were no birds on the branches, but new shoots grew safely on the branches. It's dark and the crops in the farmland have been bent. This scene made the farmers miserable and the crops were scarred.
This spring, I saw the branches spit out new buds again. It has also become the focus of attention of passers-by. Passers-by always say, "The new buds have grown again this year." Yes, they have grown up again, and they have all grown up.
From Xinlei, I understand that ordinary life can also contain tenacious strength. The weak soul still has such a strong vitality. I can't help but marvel. Maybe the new bud has faith in her heart, so she can fight so hard, waiting for the sun to shine and wait.
Just after the war, I glided lightly across the battlefield and was busy taking away the souls of the dead.
Yes, I am death. Therefore, I have to come to this place, a place that even death hates.
The earth is full of suffocating hot dust.
He wandered in a decadent Yuan Ye. No one else, only a pile of bodies; There are no trees here, only dead wood cut off by shells, or scrap iron twisted like the ugly face of the devil.
He wore a beret askew, dragged his battered ass, and wore a military uniform with no color except bandages. His face was covered with scars and dust, and only a pair of strong and firm eyes were still staring at the front.
The rest of your life after death? What's he thinking? Hate war? I don't know, I drifted behind him silently. He's almost here. Although he is still walking, no, he is almost crawling. However, he was soaked in the blood of the uniform and told me that he could not hold on much longer. So I floated lightly and walked leisurely, waiting for his fall and easily taking away his tired soul.
He still staggered, crossing mounds and trenches one by one.
Funny, I've never met anyone so stubborn and so resistant to me. But people will die with me. What's the point of waiting a little longer?
He's still crawling. I'm still following. Why does he still refuse to leave? Maybe this dusty world is so worth nostalgia? Anyway, he also knows that his departure is a foregone conclusion. But why did he climb up desperately, regardless of his physical pain? Why, his eyes are still firmly fixed on where behind the mound?
God will be curious, so I flew over the mound in front of him to see what he was pursuing so hard.
/kloc-after the spring of 0/6, I feel nothing special. Although there is heavy rain and snow in the south this year, after breaking free from the fetters of the cold, I have been praised and praised by countless literati, and I yearn for it. In spring, my blood is boiling, and my state is sprouting again-plants are sprouting, ants are crawling around, the sun is warm, and I take off my thick clothes. It happens every year. Plants that don't germinate are dead birds. I really wonder how thousands of poets and writers have been so coquettish and melodramatic for hundreds of years, singing songs year after year. Ten thousand years ago, frogs had four legs, and the sun visited them once a year. When it is hot, people have to take off their cotton-padded jackets. What happened? Goodbye, I tell you, you will meet again, and I will see you if I don't want to. But frogs can't grow eight legs. Can you stand wearing a fur coat like a dog on a hot day? Boring, really boring. It's just that you are crazy. You have written so many sour poems and destroyed so many papers and trees. You are not enough. Now that you have come up with such an imbecile's composition problem, I can finish it in such a short time, which makes me as crazy as you. It takes a process to be crazy. You have to pat your ass and come up with a stupid proposal, so we have to do it. With a wave of your hand and foot, we go crazy, and with a stare of your eyes, we immediately return to the original state. Are you so overbearing? Oh, spring, boring spring; Ah, trees, stupid trees. It is the idleness in spring that makes the trees sprout foolishly, so I can only write this damn composition in despair.
Of course, something strange and novel happens every spring. Women are in high spirits at this time of year, but the less clothes they wear. Oh, if you hang two fishing nets on your body, it's also called getting dressed. A metal gadget hangs on your bare navel, shining. The place where people are cut is a knot after cutting the "rope" Even if you hang a flowerpot, daffodils can't grow. Hee hee, if you are naive. Yo, you're in big trouble. Maybe they have always dreamed of "old trees sprouting", but they are not trees, and they can only "sprout" once in their lives. The teacher said it was called development. Never mind what you call it, that's all. If you want to grow new buds, you must have the growth DNA of trees completely. It's a pity that humans are not so smart. It can be asserted that if you always. Hehe, don't even think about it. Or you'll burn your brain. Look at those girls' low-slung pants. I am confident that human beings still have potential, and their creativity is wonderful. Look, as long as they squat down, half their ass will be exposed in front of your eyes. Alas, I have never seen so many kinds of asses. This is the realistic symphony of "Song of Spring", a wonderful and interesting picture scroll, and perhaps only a stupid pig will gawk at it.
To tell the truth, teacher, I don't want to make you angry, although many times your anger is absolutely inexplicable. You are not a unique stubborn pedant, and many people are like you. Maybe you want to change all this, but there is nothing you can do. I don't blame you, because you are a good man. I am also a good person. Although my mouth is a bit mean sometimes and I like to talk nonsense, I swear, my mind is like this. I am just a humble bluegrass in the grass garden under your door. I can't grow into a towering tree, nor can I be fragrant. At most, I will only show half my ass to the world like some people, but it is also part of the fashion spring. I can't show the greatness of trees without grass. Similarly, without those of us who dare to expose our weaknesses, how can we let people tell what is true and what is false? I'm sorry that you smiled at me, but you wrote the truth on a note behind my back and secretly passed it on to my parents. Then, the warm sunny day suddenly turned into a dark windy night. My father hit me in the face and my mother kicked my ass. At this moment, it is hard to say whether it is face or ass: "teacher, I love you."
As a natural person living in the vast sky, why should we set up so many fences and walls to hinder the free play of human nature and damage the harmony and peace between people? If I am a potato with mud, please let me bring mud, ok?
I lay in bed, covered with a quilt. I looked at the leaves flying outside the window, and the wind messed them up. Occasionally, I can see some trembling leaves hanging on the treetops. Of course, they are already teetering. Even if a butterfly flies over the wings below the mountain, they can't hold on any longer. But how can there be butterflies at this time? I wry smile, even a sparrow refused to show up.
Look at this room, white walls, white floor and white bedding. Everything in the hospital adds a cold breath to this silent winter. The disease seems to love this atmosphere most, and it keeps raging in my body. Cold, illness and loneliness are really a challenge for me! "Can I survive this winter? "I hesitated.
"hey!" In the silent ward, even the sound of opening the door seemed to shake the earth. "Better?" Dad's voice is very light, as if afraid of breaking the glass. "Better." I closed my eyes and squeezed three words out of my mouth. "Are you hungry?" My stomach really growled when my father asked me this question.
"come on Just try it. They are all your favorite foods. " Dad gave me a bowl of porridge. There are all kinds of rice and pumpkins in the bowl. It's steaming. If you swallow it, your whole esophagus will be warm. Gradually, my hands will be warm. "Guess what's inside?" Dad pretends to be mysterious "I don't know." I gagged me. Dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. I froze and a warm current rushed into my body. Dad didn't seem to notice, "there are rice, millet and barley." I didn't want to listen, and some warm liquid swirled in my eyes.
Winter doesn't seem so cold, and maybe it's not so lonely. In this way, my parents will come to the hospital to accompany me. A child two years younger than me will be transferred from the same ward. She will collect the snow and bring it into the room to show me that it will melt quickly to prove the indoor temperature. In short, I am really happy these days, full of the warmth of home. What can be more comfortable than the warmth of home in the hospital?
I don't know when I fell ill, so I was discharged from the hospital. On the way home again, I saw that the bare branches had quietly highlighted new buds, shallow, tender and small.
Spring! Spring is coming again, everything is reviving, and the branches are sprouting again.
I seem to be reborn. Winter is hard, but with the love of parents, its torture is so insignificant. Just like a tree, the cold wind blows it bald again, and when the spring breeze blows, it will spit out new buds.
Spring returns to the earth. On the Yuan Ye, beside the road, in front of the house and behind the house, rows of trees, tall, short, straight, bent, standing and upside down ... Whether the branches are bare by the cold wind or countless branches with green leaves, they quietly spit out new buds, tender, green or pale yellow.
I remember that little poplar tree was planted by my father and me. Father said, predecessors planted trees, and later generations enjoyed the cool. Do you understand the meaning? I was only five years old at that time, and I was not sensible. I just filled it with soil and water. It was fun.
Poplar grows up slowly with the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter; In the warm arms of my parents, I gradually became sensible. Summer night is my favorite and yearning, because at that time, I can listen to the gossip of my parents and neighbors in the tree and listen to their folklore, which makes me feel very comfortable. Until one day, the neighbor built a house because of white lime, the green leaves of poplar began to turn yellow and fall off, and the trunk gradually dried up ... the next spring was the same. My father had to refuse.
Kindergartens, primary schools, junior high schools, senior high schools and universities. I have my own leisure life, and my food and clothes are no worse than others. I have never felt any pressure in my study. Everyone said I was "cold for ten years", but I experienced happiness and satisfaction. After finishing my studies, I was still so lucky to become a people's teacher. Father smiled brightly that day. My school is only two miles away from home, but my father spent more than six thousand yuan to buy me a motorcycle.
In the second year after marriage, my father began to lean to one side, but after a few days, the infusion became more and more severe. I felt a bad feeling, so I took my father to do color ultrasound. After the doctor said two words, I never heard what was said later. My father is only 50 years old, and he has been trying to think about happiness all his life. My father has been working on behalf of his family for a long time since he was a teenager, moving stones, digging ditches and pushing boulders with cars. At the age of 20, I went to the northeast alone-confined in a pot and some kitchen utensils. Later, I began to repair people's canvas, which was a little better, and life at home was getting better and better. My father's prestige in the village is getting higher and higher, and the neighbors always ask my father to solve anything. As long as his father comes forward, Mao Dun is always invisible. When I was working in Dalian, my father once hired a strong man to work in Harbin. However, a strong-looking man got pneumonia after only one day's work and was hospitalized for several days. Father not only paid all the medical expenses, but also paid him according to the number of days. The strong man took the money, knelt in front of his father and said, "Good man, big brother, you are a good man." God didn't care for him because of his kindness. My father who was walking on the road was hit by a car. The driver was from Dalian. Fortunately, dad woke up soon. However, the wrist is a comminuted fracture. It is said that this situation requires hospitalization, but the driver repeatedly complains about the difficulties at home and kneels in front of the traffic police and his father, obviously afraid that his father will ask him for more money. But my father was not hospitalized, but was treated in a small hospital, which cost only a few hundred dollars. No VIP, no nutrition and no waste of time. Even the local traffic police said that you are really a good person to find for others.
At home, my father gave all the money he earned to my grandmother, while my uncle kept all his salary, but kept it at home when he needed it. My uncle's wedding is quite beautiful, which is the highest standard in the village, including all the expenses of building a house. Later, the separated father also gave the new house to his younger brother. However, a kind father never imagined that he would take care of his brother like his own son, but after he got married and had children, he tried his best to calculate his own brother. I just learned that my father had a brain tumor and needed money badly, so I lent him 2000 yuan. His father's heart is broken.
This is my father, such a father, can I let him leave so early? It is said that good people will suffer for a thousand years. No matter what others do, my son, even if he loses everything, will keep his father alive.
After the exam, I endured tears and accompanied my father home without telling him the truth. The next day, I went to Qilu Hospital alone with the film. When the doctor saw the film, he said loudly, the tumor is so big, why not be hospitalized? The tumor is so big that it could be fatal at any time. As soon as I heard this, I hurried home. It is already six o'clock in the afternoon. Without consulting with my family, I went straight home and asked my mother to pack some clothes. I got on the bus in a hurry. At this time, my wife held her daughter and asked me what was going on. I'm just saying that you and our mother should take care of the child and leave it alone. To be honest, I am very grateful to my wife. At that time, she didn't say no and didn't ask again. Growing up in my parents' arms, I have never encountered anything, but at this time I just want to cure my father's illness, and there is no need to discuss it without hesitation.
When I arrived in Jinan, it was already dark, but Qilu Hospital had no beds, so I had to go to the cancer hospital with my father. Unfortunately, the cancer hospital has no beds, so we have to stay in a nearby hotel first. The next day, we went to see a doctor early in the morning, and we still had to wait two days for an answer. At night, my father can't sleep and always burps. I didn't care at first, but after an hour I got a little impatient and had to call a doctor. Go again tomorrow. I didn't listen. I went to the hospital to wake up the doctor on duty. Maybe it's because I had a good dream, maybe it's because I lack medical ethics, maybe it is. He yelled at me, but refused to open the door for me, so I had to explain the situation through my children. Just heard "nothing, go home, talk about brain tumor tomorrow". What kind of doctor is this? I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart. When I got back, my father was still sitting on the edge of the bed, burping all the time. My tears slipped down at that time. I'm afraid my dad will see me sneaking out and saying to wash my face. Actually, my father has seen it. He said, nothing, burping is very comfortable. I can't sleep. Go to sleep.
However, there were no beds for several days. I waited in the corridor of the inpatient department every morning and noon, hoping to have a bed, but I was disappointed. Fortunately, my father can sleep for a while after infusion every day, and I can hold my breath. I finally got out of bed on the fifth day, and the operation was scheduled for two days later (all kinds of tests had been done before). I called my mother, and I know what my father needs most at this time is my mother. Instead, she comforted me not to worry and not to be afraid. Everything is going well. My father survived. But the doctor told me that my father's tumor was grade 4 malignant, the most serious, and the longest was two years. I wandered aimlessly in the hospital yard, and finally stopped under a big tree and cried myself out. At that time, I wanted to have a brother and sister to share, and I wanted someone to talk about it. That's what I thought at the time.
Father is in a good state of mind. When people ask about his illness, he always says, "Nothing, it's all removed, and now I feel very good." In the evening, he and his father rest at home. Father suddenly said, "Look, son, the tree among us has sprouted. Really tenacious. Really, he sprouted again, green and full of vitality. At that time, I thought my father would definitely survive.
It has been four years since my father had surgery. My father is still healthy, still likes to work and drinks a little wine occasionally.
The depth of father's love is the cut of filial piety. Good people are rewarded!