Reflections on Tangshan earthquake

I'm not from Tangshan, and I don't have any relatives in Tangshan, but somehow, the Tangshan earthquake always touches my heart. Tangshan earthquake is the first major event I remember after I was born, and I have never forgotten this place since then.

The first memory of the Tangshan earthquake should be in the midsummer of 1976, because the Tangshan earthquake also belongs to the affected area in Shanxi, and the intensity of some places even reached five to six degrees, which had a great impact on our lives. At that time, the whole north was jittery, and every night, the alarm sound of "whoops" was heard. No one dared to go back to the house to sleep, and everyone sat in the wilderness far from the tall houses with bedding and chairs. Although it was summer at that time, it was still quite cold at night. My parents hugged me and sat in a chair until dawn. In the dim light, I remember my neighbor's big brother, who was already in his twenties, sitting in front of me in a military coat with his back to me. Later, my father found a jeep whose seat was removed after it was scrapped. Every night, my father wrapped the radio in a quilt and put it under the cupboard. Then the whole family walked for miles to sleep in the broken jeep.

In a blink of an eye, in 1986, when I was 14 years old, I came across a reportage "Tangshan Earthquake" written by Mr. Qian Gang. The black cover, with several processed photos of the earthquake scene, is particularly heavy. I bought it at once, and then took it home and read it in one breath. What was it like: I shed tears while reading, and I couldn't help crying when I read some chapters, because I was afraid that my parents would find out, and I locked the door and buried my head in the quilt to cry ... I didn't know these 24, victims, and they had no relatives or friends with me. Even if there was no earthquake, I might not meet them for the rest of my life, but I just cried for them. I don't know why ...

The book Tangshan Earthquake has left a deep mark on my heart. Up to now, I almost remember the names and deeds of every character described in the book. I will still recite the little song sung by the blind artist Zi Xisheng in the book:

It is said that there was a big earthquake on July 28th, 1976

The center of the earthquake was in Tangshan

Many buildings were destroyed

Many people were buried in the ruins

...

Since then, Thirty years have passed, and Tangshan has re-emerged in the motherland. When I learned that Tangshan's total output value even surpassed Shijiazhuang, the provincial capital, and became the first in Hebei Province, I was not only gratified, but also surprised, surprised by the indomitable spirit of Tangshan people.

Tangshan is an unfortunate city. 24, people were killed, 16, people were disabled, more than 1, families were disintegrated, and more than 7, families were killed ... What a tragic disaster? How many people are separated from their loved ones when they wake up? How many people watch their loved ones lose their lives under the rubble and do nothing? How many people's family ties have been torn apart? How many people, unable to face the death of their loved ones, left with their loved ones by suicide? What kind of cruelty is this? How many cities in the world have suffered such painful losses?

Tangshan is a heroic city. Faced with such heavy disasters and losses, Tangshan people did not sink or cry all day. They buried the bones of their loved ones, washed away the blood on their bodies and dried the tears on their faces. They stood up and rebuilt a more beautiful and magnificent Tangshan!

Tangshan is also a grateful city. The gratitude of Tangshan people is not only manifested in the inscription on the earthquake-resistant monument, but also in almost all the memories of Tangshan people I have seen of the earthquake, which shows the heartfelt gratitude for the support given by the people of the whole country. This is not the high-profile theme, but people's sincere gratitude.

I love Tangshan, and I revere Tangshan. Therefore, one month before the 3th anniversary of the great earthquake, I began to collect extensive text and image materials of the great earthquake in Tangshan. Among them, I collected the earthquake photos taken by a local engineer named Cai in Tangshan on a photography forum-not the classic news photos we always see, but from the perspective of an earthquake witness; I also collected dozens of color photos reflecting the old appearance of Tangshan before the earthquake, which is really precious. Every time I see these photos, the building, the street, the man ... I can't help but cry in my eyes ...

On July 4th, I read the "Memories of July 28th Thirty Years ago-Tangshan Earthquake" written by the eldest brother "Pig Feed Me", and I was deeply attracted by it immediately. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read it ... From that day on, I paid close attention to my eldest brother's post, while reading it, I shed tears ... As the saying goes, men don't cry lightly, but I can't hold back tears all the time, because this article touched on our inner pain, which belongs not only to Tangshan people, but also to those of us who have not experienced disasters but are suffering from the pain of Tangshan people. I shed tears for Aunt Xiao Liao in the article, for my eldest brother's father's remorse, for every touching story, and for the eternal pain in everyone's heart in Tangshan ... < P > Today, it's July 28th again, which is a very special day. I accompanied my eldest brother "Pig Feed Me" and held a vigil for the 24, undead. The posts made by my eldest brother at the time of that disaster made me cry again. Suddenly, I fully understood the pain in my eldest brother's heart and the pain in Tangshan people's hearts.

Tonight, the dimly lit streets of Tangshan should be lit by candlelight, paper dust dancing and tears flying ... Please don't forget that there are 7,2 families who died, and they were once real people like us ... Please don't forget them!

since my father died, I have lit a stick of incense for my father every day after work as a memorial to his old man. And tonight, I lit two pillars, one for my father and the other for the victims who have never met in Tangshan. I would like to join my eldest brother in singing and crying for Tangshan, Tangshan people, Tangshan's suffering and Tangshan's new life!