Who knows the touching pictures of the Wenchuan earthquake? The more the merrier, preferably with written stories!

On the afternoon of the 16th, Dujiangyan Erwang Temple.

A police motorcycle was parked on the roadside, and some big trees were still crumbling, posing constant danger. There was a policeman standing on the roadside. His name is Zhang Jian, 47 years old, a policeman from Dujiangyan Public Security Bureau. "Please walk in the middle of the road." Zhang Jian would like to give a warning to everyone who passes by.

He has said this sentence hundreds of times in a few hours.

When he communicates with the crowd, he always looks calm, but who knows the pain in his heart because his wife died in the earthquake. Zhang Jian told reporters, "I was on duty in the Erwang Temple area when the earthquake occurred on the afternoon of the 12th. The disaster broke out and countless tourists were injured. Some people were lying on the ground groaning, and some were dying... The scene can be described as "horror", not at all. It's not an exaggeration." Zhang Jian immediately stopped some vehicles on the road, including private cars and buses, and carried the injured people into the vehicles one after another. There was blood on the police uniform, hands, and face. He used his own hands to rescue more than 100 injured people.

It is dark and the mountains are quiet. At this time, Zhang Jian learned the bad news that his wife had died. "My mind went blank at the time and I didn't dare to think about anything." He said softly. Zhang Jian's wife Xiao Sulian works in the Bank of China's business department, located on Puyang Road, Dujiangyan. After the earthquake, the bank building collapsed instantly. Many colleagues who worked with Xiao Sulian were killed at the same time.

At 9 o'clock that night, the urban area of ??Dujiangyan was dark after the disaster, silent and filled with only sadness. Zhang Jian stood in front of the collapsed building, looking particularly lonely. He was alone and silent. "At that moment, my wife's face appeared and disappeared in my mind, and I couldn't cry even if I wanted to," he said. Zhang Jian wiped away his tears and lit a cigarette. Looking at the lighter in his hand, he once again outlined his longing for his wife. The lighter was a birthday gift from Zhang Jian's wife on his birthday a few years ago. Today, it is a permanent memorial.

At 12 noon on the 14th, Zhang Jian finished a box of instant noodles in several mouthfuls and came to Puyang Road. Take advantage of the short interval to take a look at your wife who was buried in the rubble. After standing for a few minutes, he returned to Erwang Temple for duty.

On the afternoon of the 14th, Zhang Jian came to Puyang Road to see his wife for the second time. Because Zhang Jian's wife was smashed beyond recognition, her body could not be identified at all after it was exhumed. On the 15th, the body was cremated.

"My wife has been buried for too long. I will come and stay with her when I have time. I will never have the chance again..." Before Zhang Jian finished speaking, the intercom on his waist rang, and he learned that There is another danger ahead, and Zhang Jian is required to provide immediate support. "I'm sorry, I have to go." He disappeared on the mountainside on his motorcycle, his back getting farther and farther away and blurry.

(2) Cutting the road with a kitchen knife, saving 60 lives

On the afternoon of May 12th. After the earthquake, Longmenshan Town, only 10 kilometers away from Wenchuan, was in ruins, with countless residents groaning and struggling under the ruins. Ten police officers from Baishuihe Police Station mobilized urgently and together with the security patrol team rescued more than 70 people, most of whom were seriously injured and bleeding.

There is a shortage of medicines on the mountain, but the road up and down the mountain has long been blocked by huge rocks and big trees. If a channel is not quickly opened to transport the wounded down the mountain, what will happen to the more than 60 wounded in the town hospital? In a dilemma, Xu Rui picked up a kitchen knife from an abandoned braised vegetable shop on the street and ran down the hill in large strides.

It was already 7 o'clock that night. After the earthquake, there were dark clouds over Longmen Mountain Town, and the cold mountain wind raised large raindrops, which hit my face with a faint pain. Two kilometers before the Baishui River Bridge, Xu Rui and four police officers wielded their kitchen knives and chopped down a large tree in the middle of the dirt road. The trees that had grown on the mountain for decades were thick and tough. Xu Rui's first slash was too hard, and the kitchen knife was deeply embedded in the tree and could not be pulled out. He pulled hard, and the kitchen knife bounced up and hit his chest hard. The pain was so painful that I could almost hold my breath.

So the second knife was slightly lighter, and then the third knife, and the fourth knife... When the thick tree trunk was broken from it, a loud thunder-like sound suddenly came from the dark rainy night, and the roadside The mountain collapsed again, and the sand, rocks and trees rushed straight to Xu Rui's feet! A few impatient policemen kept moving their hands. Gradually, there were more and more people on the dirt road: the police who maintained order in the town were assigned three more people to help carry trees and stones; a resident who was slightly bruised in the earthquake also started to exercise from home. The kitchen knife danced wildly and chopped wildly.

I don’t know how long I had been carrying it in the dark, but my eyes suddenly became clear. The road that had been blocked for more than half a mile was now clear and connected to the road leading down the mountain. On the morning of the 13th, all the seriously injured people in the town were sent down the mountain along this "chopper road". Looking at the backs of the injured as they evacuated, Xu Rui realized the pain in his red and swollen hands!

Xu Rui said that he knew that two of his comrades had said goodbye forever, but when the police at the station never mentioned the word "death", he still insisted in an interview with reporters that "we are here." There are 12 police officers.”

(3) Yang Zhanbiao, a public security soldier who still sticks to his post after losing his beloved son

After the earthquake, people and vehicles were mixed in the urban area of ??Mianzhu, and the streets were congested. The deputy commander of the traffic police brigade Captain Yang Zhanbiao followed the instructions from his superiors and immediately went to the city center with his comrades to clear the road. He still can't let go of the stone in his heart. I wonder what the situation is like at Hanwang Middle School where his 18-year-old son attends? When he received the order from the brigade captain to rush to Hanwang immediately to organize post-disaster rescue, he was shocked: "Is the disaster in Hanwang worse than in the city?" He immediately organized the police to go to Hanwang.

As soon as he entered Hanwang Town, he was stunned. The former beautiful mountain town had become unrecognizable. The air was filled with pungent poisonous gas. The whole building collapsed, and there were rubbles everywhere. The cries for help kept coming. An ominous feeling suddenly enveloped my whole body. I wanted to visit my son’s middle school! But seeing the chaotic roads and thinking of the command task responsible for maintaining traffic order on the scene, he suppressed the strong concern and worry in his heart, stabilized his mood, quickly issued the task to the team members, and immediately went into battle.

"All the middle school teaching buildings collapsed and the students were buried." The terrible news made him suddenly fall into the ice cellar. But there is still a trace of luck in my mind, and my son may not be among them. Therefore, he tried hard to eliminate the influence of emotions and concentrate on commanding the vehicle. But when he had a little leisure time, he looked towards the direction of Hanwang Middle School, hoping that the familiar figure would come to him from far away and call him "Dad" affectionately.

On the afternoon of May 13, one day after the disaster, it was confirmed that his son was buried in the rubble. After Yang Zhanbiao, who had worked continuously for more than 20 hours under tremendous mental pressure, heard the news, Unable to hold back the sadness in his heart any longer, tears kept pouring from the eyes of this 40-year-old Chinese character. He handed over the work to other comrades and rushed to Hanwang Middle School to assist the armed police soldiers in the rescue work, hoping to find his son as soon as possible. Every time he rescued a survivor, his hope increased, but his son was never found.

On the afternoon of May 14, another victim was discovered. When the armed police soldiers passed by Yang Zhanbiao carrying the body, his bloodshot eyes discovered a scene he was extremely reluctant to see. It was a very familiar and bloody figure. He held his breath and looked carefully at the young face. Although it was swollen and deformed, he could still tell that this was the face that was always full of vitality and sunshine for him on weekdays, as well as the clothes he bought himself. Good shoes and socks...all this is true, all this is the cruel reality! He held his son's cold body tightly in his arms, with tears streaming down his face and a choked voice: "Son, dad is sorry for you. Dad should have come to save you earlier. Dad is guilty. You lost your life at such a young age. Dad didn't. Protect you..." Colleagues and armed police officers present shed tears.

The next day, the comrades of the traffic police brigade saw that their deputy captain Yang Zhanbiao returned to work. He was still calmly directing the vehicles and clearing the busy roads in the disaster area...