Where can I do dirty braids in Jinan?

When I first started this topic, I was really scared by the data of 428. This fear made me put down my pen and stop many times.

The thinking of the brain. 7 1 a vivid life not only boarded this devil train with me on April 28th, but also left me immediately. More importantly, 12 years ago, in the early morning of April 28th, my son came into this world, which is beyond my imagination.

If I die in a car accident, how will my son celebrate his birthday in the future? It's terrible. His birthday almost became the anniversary of his mother's death.

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On the evening of April 27th, around 0/0 o'clock, my friends and I strolled around. With the help of Little Red Riding Hood, I got on the T 195 train in Beijing Station.

Car 14. Little Red Little Red Riding Hood dropped our big cardboard box and turned and left. I clamored for him to help us carry the cartons to the luggage rack opposite the bunk. He was in a hurry to find another business because the cartons were too heavy, and he perfunctory us that it was more convenient for us to get off under the small table. Now think about it, the porter's rude and sloppy working attitude saved our lives. How powerful should this big carton be when the train rolls over? Which of the six bodies in the sleeper can resist such a huge impact, especially the one sleeping in the lower berth and me.

Before driving, two elder sisters with strong Qingdao accent came up. They say that they don't like going out the most, and they think it's not safe to always stay at home when going out. They also complained that they didn't buy a lower berth. We discussed whether to take the express train or the bullet train. My conclusion is that it is always uncomfortable to sit and lie down. If something happens to the speed of the bullet train, the consequences will be unimaginable. Everyone is glad that they chose T 195, not too soon. At this time, great danger has quietly approached us, but we are unaware of it and sleep one by one.

At about one o'clock in the evening, I went to the toilet in a daze and walked past a young stewardess. I also reminded her to take a nap or put on clothes to avoid catching a cold. There was a strong northeast accent from the other end of the carriage, and two northeast passengers were drinking and chatting. I shook my head and muttered with a smile. Northeasters are really bold and unrestrained. They talk loudly and drink alcohol in the middle of the night. The day after the incident, I remembered that I had never heard that bold and broad northeast accent at the scene of the accident rescue. They should rely on their own temperament and be active in the scene of self-help. Are they dead? I dare not guess, I hope they can be safe! (Two Northeast Brothers, if you see my post, please reply to me and let me know that you are safe. )

When I came back from the bathroom, because I felt chilly, I turned my head from the aisle to the sleeper, piled my coat and pillow on my head, and pulled the quilt away to cover my whole body. A series of movements in the chaos made my body get the greatest protection from these soft clothes in the process of train subversion.

overturn

In my sleep, the train suddenly swung sideways, and I woke up walking. Muttered while walking: How did this train go? I didn't pay much attention to the swing of the train. I thought it was normal to take the train as before, but the range was slightly larger than usual. I leaned up to have a look and lay down again. There was a loud bang, and the peeling plate on the small table fell to the ground. With a bang

The clang of the train, in the early morning carriage, was so loud and terrible that it woke up six passengers in our bunk. Muttered while walking: this train is not normal, I got up and picked up the chipping board. At the moment when her body just left the berth, my stomach was hit hard, and then I felt the voice of walking in my ear: no, something happened to the train. We are so close as if there is no distance. Walking somehow came to my arms and we hugged each other tightly. My head and back were pushed by great force and squeezed into the corner of the lower berth. This huge force is getting bigger and bigger, pushing us desperately to the body of the carriage, and I feel that I have the possibility to cross the carriage. I don't know how long it took. After a violent vibration, everything stopped. No pressure, no sound, no light. transient

After a few seconds, "Rollover!" Crying gushed out, and then crying and shouting in the dark. "Everybody don't move, don't let the train roll again." It is the calm voice of walking again. At this time, I just broke away from the great pressure.

Come on, as soon as I hear walking and talking, I'm afraid. Growing up, for the first time, I was in a closed dark and narrow space, and I didn't know what would happen. My first reaction was to leave here at once. I bent down and touched it and grabbed my glasses. When I put on my glasses, I feel that my eyes are lit up and my hearing is better than before. I saw all six people in our bunk standing in the carriage and on the messy floor. No, not the floor. I looked up and didn't understand what was going on. "The train overturned and there was a window above us," someone said. After all, the six of us are adults, and no one cries. Not shouting doesn't mean I'm not afraid, and my heart begins to tremble, because at this moment, the thick dust smell of choking nose comes to my face. We must leave the carriage at once, which is exactly what we want. If there is a fire at this time, we will all be burned to death or suffocated in this carriage. But how do you get out? We discussed how to climb out of the car. The only exit is a glass window more than three meters high overhead. At this time, because the car rolled 90 degrees, it became a skylight. I quickly grabbed the phone and dialed 120, 120. A calm mezzo-soprano told me that someone had reported the case and rescuers would arrive soon, waiting patiently and calmly. Before hanging up, she repeated: Don't worry, be calm! Is her comfort useful? I really calmed down a lot. I turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone and lit up the originally neat space belonging to the six of us. Oh, my God, is this still a train car? The bed board stands upright on both sides, the small table board is facing up, and our six feet are stuck in the messy bedding. This narrow space, because of the subversion of the train, completely subverts its concept as a carriage. I really don't know where I was when the light came on. Space and time disappeared in those two minutes. At this time, when we were walking, we suddenly felt blood on our heads. We were a little flustered for a while and calmed down again. Fortunately, the blood on our heads didn't gurgle. In fact, in this dim light, we didn't find the wound on the walking head at all, just because the blood didn't continue to flow, and everyone immediately turned their attention to the serious problem of escape.

By the light of the flashlight, I found my walking mobile phone and bag. So far, at the critical moment of panic, I have found all our delicious food in a daze and accurately. While I was busy, the window of the berth next door had been smashed open by the rescuers outside, and a little cool wind penetrated into the carriage, and there was a little hope of survival, although the carriage was still shouting at this time. I think the six of us can face this sudden rollover calmly, mainly because we are all safe.

Stand together unscathed.

Escape; run away

Hearing the sound of broken glass, my hope of getting out of danger increased a little. I remind everyone to cover their heads with pillows or quilts to prevent glass slag from falling on their heads. Later, it was found that the glass windows were broken one by one, and the glass windows above us were empty. (Later, I learned that these people who smashed the glass were the first police officers who came to the rescue after receiving the 120 alarm.

And the villagers in the nearby villages they are looking for. One of our eldest brothers said, don't worry, there is fresh air coming in on both sides, and nothing will happen. A male voice with a slight southern accent came from the bunk next door: Don't panic, everyone, and send grandma out first. Just as the broken windows on both sides began to be given away, we calmly searched for our own things and waited for rescue. Now think about it, there was still a lot of confusion in the calm at that time, otherwise we wouldn't have climbed out barefoot without shoes, and I wouldn't have left a few pieces of luggage in the carriage. At that time, there was only one thought, get out and save your life. What was it?

When it was our turn to escape, there was a lot of peace in the carriage. At this time, everyone carefully observed this escape route. The broken window is more than three meters high, and the original guardrail of the second-floor sleeper is now upright under the window, not directly below it. Twenty or thirty centimeters from the window. The only thing we can climb is this bare guardrail. Walker and I are very friendly and let others go first, but all four of them think they are too slippery to get on without shoes. I don't think you are welcome. Let's demonstrate it first. Probably because of panic, I didn't step on it for the first time and suddenly slipped down. The elder sister with Qingdao accent complained: I said I couldn't get on without shoes. She didn't have enough confidence to climb the window, and my empty feet made her lose a lot of courage. Once again, I put my socks-only foot on the car body opposite the guardrail (only to find that it was actually the original ground of the car at that time when I got home). It became a wall after the rollover. ), arms held high, grabbed the edge of the upper bed board, and at the moment of flying, I felt my hips were pushed hard by another big sister. With this strength, I climbed to the top of the guardrail in one leap. I put my head out of the window, and before I could react, I was grabbed out of the window by two big hands like an eagle catching a chicken. A strong man in a police uniform dragged me out of the car.

Human nature is selfish, so I turned to the bottom of the window and shouted: Go and get up quickly. As a result, the person who leaned out of the window and was pulled up by me was not walking, but my sister. Anxiety and regret swept over me, and I shouted desperately: Go, come on up. Walking is the third and the fourth is the elder sister. At this time, a cold wind blew over the foggy, bright and empty vilen. In the dim light, I can see the villages and Woods in the distance. I don't know whether it's cold wind or fear. Standing on the top of the train more than three meters high, I shivered and leaned over to let my eldest brother who didn't come up in the carriage pass some quilts. After leaving, the people who came to the rescue were connected to the ground. After I dropped the quilt, I turned around and grasped the edge of the carriage with both hands, and one leg extended to the ladder below. This ladder is too small and weak. When I step on the first step, the ladder may turn over. In my melancholy moment, I suddenly saw countless upward outstretched arms pointing at me, vague and anxious faces. I can only see their mouths open and closed, but there is no sound in their ears. It's so quiet around me that I feel like I'm in space in an instant. "Wow", the eardrum seems to have been washed away by the flood. I heard crying, shouting and the voice of the fellow villagers who saved me below: don't be afraid, let go! I closed my eyes, crossed my chest, and loosened my grip on the carriage. My body was held by several pairs of big hands after free fall. The moment I stood on the ground, I remembered the backward fall during outward bound training. At this time, I only have one courage to fall out of my body backwards, that is, I have full trust in the people below.

Standing firmly on the ground, my nervousness eased a little, and I quickly looked for a place to walk in the crowd. Not far away, crossing a half-meter-wide ditch, I saw a pedestrian, with his back to me, sitting quietly in the field. I don't know when a purple silk scarf was wrapped around my head to stop the bleeding. The dense morning light wrapped around her, and the brown soil made the white quilt wrapped around her dazzling. This scene is very similar to the scene of escaping from the desert in the TV series, and my tears rolled out. I don't know whether I escaped from the carriage for this desolation or for happiness. I rushed to her to ask about the injury, but she still calmly told me that it was okay. Oh! This lovely Shaanxi aunt, this life and death friend who has only known me for one and a half years.

(To be continued)

A miserable situation

When I set foot on the earth, I really felt solid and safe. In my nearly forty years of life, the word "safety" touched me for the first time. What is safety is life!

The morning light has lit up the vast Yuan Ye, and the original vibrant rural scenery has been ruthlessly destroyed by the overturned huge black and gray carriages. The car 14 we took was in the middle of the overturned car, with fewer casualties and the fastest self-rescue speed. 14 There were cries and shouts in front of the car, but the cries and shouts were comforting. After all, these are human voices. The two adjacent carriages were as silent as death, as if they were two fierce giant wolves. No matter how terrible and cruel they were just now, they can only twist their bodies and wait quietly for death after being hit hard. I don't have the courage to see it, and I don't have the courage to come to the rescue. I can only silently pray for the passengers in the carriage.

"Elder sister, have you seen my husband? Help me find my husband. " I was brought back to reality by this hysterical cry, and a girl in a pink T-shirt pulled me for help. The moment I realized the train overturned, I heard the first sound.

She made the cry. She kept calling her husband's name. A passenger next to me told me quietly that they searched the carriage and there was no sign of her husband. If people were still alive, they would answer. I found a quilt to wrap her trembling body tightly and picked up a pair of shoes to wear on her barefoot feet. I know the only thing I can do for her is. I held her in my arms and stroked her back with my hand. After her mood calmed down a little, she began to tell me that she was actually mumbling: he is excellent and he loves me. It is these two words that reverberate in my ears over and over again. I was awakened from my dream by her two stupid words countless nights after 4.28. Poor sister, you will always be the shadow in my heart. I hope you can get rid of it as soon as possible. I put my head on her shoulder and let the tears flow silently. In our question and answer, I learned that she just got married for half a year, her husband is a doctor, and both of them work in Beijing. This time she took her husband back to Qingdao to visit her parents. She kept asking me, asking herself: How can I live without him? Although we did not find her husband's body at this time, we all guessed the result. I enlightened her: people will encounter many hardships in their lives. No matter what kind of hardships we encounter, we must live tenaciously because we still have parents. I blushed for myself when I said these words. At this time,

Any language used on her is so pale and powerless. I had to hold her tightly in my arms and tremble with her.

At about 5: 20, the slightly injured passengers climbed out of the car with the help of the first rescuers. The real rescue has just begun. I ran to the distant 120 ambulance to find a doctor for a walk, and I wanted my injured head to be treated as soon as possible.

. However, in front of the 120 ambulance, I saw the limbs of the injured passengers, but I heard one pain after another.

Mourn. A stretcher brought a wounded person, her pale face silently tilted on the stretcher, her injured leg drooped beside the stretcher, and the prominent bones were like the broken pig bones on the meat stall, which was shocking. I immediately gave up the idea of walking around 120. I think the bloody scene will bring her more pain than the head wound.

I went back to the carriage, and my poor sister became even more hysterical. Her hands are covered with mud. The passenger guarding her told me that she suddenly found her husband's body at the bottom of the carriage. She rushed up and dug hard, but the carriage was too heavy and in vain. According to the direction pointed out by this passenger, that is, three meters away from where we climbed down the ladder, half of the human body was exposed outside the carriage, and the other half was ruthlessly pressed under the carriage. Only one hand with a watch is pale in the air. My heart was pulled up and I felt great pain. My body hurts everywhere from top to bottom, everywhere! It hurts! It hurts! The most painful thing is the sister whose happy life has just begun. From her pink T-shirt, beautiful glasses and exquisite clothes.

On the bracelet, I know what a wonderful life she should have before this. In her 25-year life, love and care have always accompanied her. If there were no terrible train subversion, she would work happily, educate her husband and children happily and shuttle happily between Qingdao and Beijing, just like countless peers. But the ruthless train instantly killed all her futures! Who did she piss off? Officer of the Ministry of Railways, how many ears do you need to grow to hear her miserable cry! ! ! How many pairs of eyes do you need to see her desperate expression! ! !

A 60-year-old grandfather, holding his grandson who was only about six or seven years old, asked if everyone had seen his wife and described her clothes to everyone who asked. There are no tears in his eyes, only anxiety. I know he doesn't want his grandson to see his tears. It wasn't until I took him on a 120 bus that I kept repeating it to people. If it weren't for the grandson's drag

Tired, he will climb into the carriage again and find it himself.

Near the carriage, there is already a lady in her thirties, carrying a satchel and holding a children's coat in her hand. I learned from her flustered ramble that her two-year-old daughter was still in the carriage. At this time, it has been an hour or two since the rollover.

When a girl in a dark green coat climbed out of the subversive train, she took out her two backpacks, except her lover. Just like the 25-year-old girl, when the train overturned, she began to call her boyfriend's name. Until I left the scene of the accident, she was still standing beside the carriage, and whenever the wounded or even the bodies were carried out, she went to identify them. Many times, she is in my sight, waiting silently, waiting for life and death, as if it doesn't matter. The age of early twenties is the age when parents and boyfriends are used to it. Maybe she told a joke about her fear of the dark in her boyfriend's ear last night. At this time, I am fearless, brave and fearless, bravely wandering between this terrible world of Yin and Yang. I hate this disappointing T 195 train, and I will revile it mercilessly. You are really worse than an animal. Why does this naive life have to face the cruelest, bloodiest and darkest scenes in life prematurely? ! !

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Shortly after the accident, around 5: 40, in my indecision, I still couldn't help calling my husband. Hearing his voice and knowing that he will meet us at the scene soon, I am much calmer. In addition to comforting the passengers in the same car, I retreated to the distant dirt road and watched the messy rollover scene helplessly. In the distance, countless railway workers are repairing railway lines on high subgrade, and helmets make them look very orderly. In a trance, I thought I was in a huge and lively construction site. But my thoughts are often pulled back by the flustered people in front and the twisted black car. "Where is this? What happened to the train? Did I climb out of this train? " I asked myself over and over again. Because of cowardice, I only dare to wander around the car 14, and dare not ask how many life-and-death things have happened in other more tragic cars. Just far away, the medical staff in white clothes carried out the wounded from time to time, stretchers shuttled between fields, and the boards and sheets of the train were also assigned the role of stretchers. The arrival of funeral home vehicles, especially when I found four or five funerals.

When I was riding a bike, my back felt cold and "terror" began to strike.

In the whole process of rescuing the seriously injured, the passengers who escaped from danger were comforting each other. Some slightly injured passengers just waited silently for the seriously injured to be rescued before disturbing the medical staff at the scene. At about ten o'clock, the medical staff of 120 began to patrol among the passengers.

Ask if there are any injured people. Zou Zou followed the 120 bus to zhoucun district Second Hospital at the suggestion of medical staff. Her head

There are three stitches in the skin.

After leaving the scene, I got the luggage that the armed police moved out of the carriage. Also for these luggage, many armed police soldiers surrounded the whole scene in a big circle of several meters, because there were thieves who robbed passengers' wallets and mobile phones.

The passengers in our 14 car are waiting for the girl who lost her husband because she has to wait for her lover. The police who came to the rescue repeatedly advised her to stay away from the dirt road. We went to help her explain, so that she could stay in the cordon all the time. A kind-hearted male tourist, in his thirties, covered in blood. Seeing that the police treated the girl badly, he waved his fist to stop it and shouted, whoever dares to touch her, I will beat her! In fact, he doesn't know this girl at all. And a little girl. After the incident, she has been waiting for the girl who lost her husband. Her own mother called to inquire about her safety. She simply reported peace, so that anxious parents quickly hung up the phone, so that the elder sister's family could not make a phone call. The careful girl told her number to the relatives of the unknown girl early.

Several local aunts walked among the passengers who escaped from the carriage. They brought us dry food and kettle for us to eat and drink. Although it is plain boiled water and ordinary black-faced steamed bread, although not many people are in the mood to eat it, their simple and kind figures remain in our hearts. Especially compared with the individual people's police hiding in the Woods drinking mineral water and chewing bread, their love comforted us. Most of the rescue work at the scene was completed by the police and soldiers who arrived, but there were still some people in police uniforms watching the excitement coldly in the distance. Maybe they didn't get the order. It's eleven o'clock, and they know they are hungry and thirsty. Can't they think that passengers who climb from the brink of death should be hungry and thirsty? Didn't they receive the order to send water to the passengers, so they ignored the existence of these passengers and chewed! After the rescue mission, they may

I will write a long summary and report how much sweat and love I have paid in this horrible help-seeking scene. However, "love" is not a simple word written in the summary. If you don't really pay, can you count love? ! !

Near noon, that is, six or seven hours after the incident, the rescue of the wounded was basically over. Several excavators were brought to the scene to clean the carriages, and the rescue headquarters was set up. We uninjured passengers were asked to leave the scene. At this time, I can only say that we were asked to leave the scene. In fact, many people, like me, have long wanted to leave, just because Fiona Fang is under martial law at 15km, and their families can't get close. A group of us, about twenty people, old and young, climbed out of the overturned carriage, and basically everyone was slightly injured. Carrying luggage on our shoulders, we wandered and fled along the dusty road, and the roadside was full of police cars, military vehicles and government cars. Dozens of well-dressed policemen stood on the side of the road coldly and looked at us coldly. None of them even offered a helping hand. I know, they haven't received the order to help the passengers with their luggage. I'm really ashamed of these policemen. They are willing to break their legs to carry out the orders of the leaders, but they ignore the people who really need help. Seeing me clumsily dragging heavy luggage, a male policeman actually said, I saved my life, but I still need something to do! Shit! ! ! Damn it! I really feel sorry for the officers and men who fought in the emergency line. Just now, they were still worrying about the sacred post of "people's army" and "people's police". At this time, the name "people's police" has plummeted in my heart. People in this world are really strange, especially some government officials. They tend to ignore their true identities and get busy with those untrue identities. In my mind, thinking what the masses think, smiling at everyone who needs service and helping them solve their problems, this is their true identity. However, I don't know how many civil servants there are in China. What they are busy with every day is how to look at the leader's face, how to curry favor with the leader and how to climb up. When they are busy with these roles, they really forget their true identity-public servants.

Our group became more and more angry and put our luggage in the middle of the road to block passing cars. The temporary traffic jam made us "valued" by the rescue headquarters, and also won us a 120 ambulance from PLA 148 Military Hospital. On the way to zhoucun district Second Hospital, I felt very sad. We are victims of train accidents. We all have relatives who are treated in several hospitals in Zhoucun. Why don't rescuers understand our idea of visiting relatives? More importantly, I ...

We passengers don't know where Zhoucun is. After martial law in Fiona Fang 15km, there won't be a car to pull us out. We travelers who passed by death never caused any trouble to the government at the rescue site from the beginning. From beginning to end, we are silently saving ourselves, comforting each other and waiting silently. Six or seven hours have passed, and our desire to find a car to take us to zhoucun district Hospital can only be satisfied under our "unreasonable troubles". However, hundreds of government official cars stopped at the scene. Don't we have the right to use it because it is the leader's car?

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Anyway, Zou Zou and I returned to Qingdao at six o'clock that afternoon and went to Dongfang Municipal Hospital for a check-up. From then on, we began to enter the stage of healing. The pain of flesh and blood is gradually restored under the action of drugs, but when will the shadow in my heart disappear? That poor sister often appears in my dreams, and the terrible accident scene wakes me up from my dreams countless times. Fortunately, we are all cheerful people. Whenever friends come to offer their condolences, we will relieve our inner pressure bit by bit from what we told you. It is conceivable that anyone who witnessed the scene will be concerned by relatives and friends, especially the sister who lost her lover. At this stage, she will get more care from her relatives and society. However, as time goes by, social media reports will gradually decrease, and the concerns of relatives and friends will gradually shift. Until one day, the incident completely cooled down. At that time, how should she face her future alone? Every time I think about it, my heart will pull up.

From the in-depth analysis of train accidents seen in the media, it boils down to liability accidents: temporary lines should not be S-shaped, speed limit notices should not be issued in such a chaotic way, and train drivers should not miss the 80km speed limit sign ...

... there may be many reasons that ordinary people don't know. No matter how many things that shouldn't have happened, the existence of any "shouldn't" has changed the lives of many people and families, and this change is developing in the direction of tragedy. In fact, responsibility is a very simple matter. Each of us exists in society, so we should have everyone's responsibility. Students' responsibility is to learn well, teachers' responsibility is to teach books well, and workers' responsibility is to do a good job ... even if you don't have any post or position, as long as you live on the earth, you still have the responsibility of environmental protection. Just like kindergarten children playing outside, the teacher also told everyone that it is everyone's responsibility to care for the grass. When a person doesn't want to be responsible for a position, he can choose to give up.

For example, students who don't want to study can choose to enter the society in advance to earn money. Even two couples in a family have the right to give up the role of husband or wife if one of them doesn't want to continue living like this. If you don't want to do it, it is understandable to choose to give up. I'm afraid that some people standing in the toilet won't care, even if they want to occupy this post or position, they are unwilling to contribute. Taking responsibility in its position is the simplest moral foundation. However, the leaders of some of our departments, especially those related to human life, are not conscientious. Isn't this a disregard for human life?

Finally, I want to tell the leaders of the Ministry of Railways that when you leave this world, you can't take anything with you, including delicacies, luxury cars and diamonds. Only what you do in this world will follow you.

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