I wrote a composition after hearing the news of this or something.

August 15 is a day of silence in Zhouqu, Gansu. What caused the catastrophe in this beautiful village of Gansu? It was not a typhoon or an earthquake, but a mudslide!

In the evening, I came back from Zhoushan and turned on the TV. All TV stations broadcast the tragic events that happened in Gansu. A mother said, "She was doing something, and suddenly, the ground seemed to be shaking. I immediately saw mud and stones from the mountain rushing into the house, knocking it over and the house fell down. She and her son, who is under ten years old, are trapped in the mud, but their hands are trapped. After a long time, she asked her son if his hands and feet were numb, and his son said to her,' My hands are a little numb. Hearing this, she pulled her son out of the mud and lifted him up with both hands. His son weighs more than 30 kilograms. In this way, she hugged for more than 8 hours before being rescued. "

I was shocked to hear that. What triggered the mother's great strength? That's maternal love. In order to protect her son, mothers spare no effort to protect their children with all their strength and warmth. After hearing the news, I was shocked!

In a family, when the rocks rushed down, two large cement slabs staggered down, and there was a father and son inside. It was dark and opaque. At that time, 1 1 year-old peers said with tears: "At that time, my father and I were still alive, and my father told me a joke to keep him alive. My father seemed to lose his breath when I told five jokes. " This sentence is loud, and I am relieved. I had a rest, only to see my father touch my hand with one hand and then let go. At that time, I felt a cold breath coming on my face. When I felt something was wrong, I shouted:' Dad! Dad! But there is still no sound. I yelled at my father. I think my father may have left me like my mother. "Sure enough, when the rescuers rescued me, my father was gone, and I looked at my father's body. I heard this story, which made me feel like this little boy. My heart was stabbed with a knife. I was very sad after hearing the news.

Since then, the whole Zhouqu has been mud and stone, houses have been destroyed, relatives have been separated, tears are streaming down their faces, and mud and stone are grinning. Zhouqu! Where did the old Zhouqu go! Like them, I look forward to getting the old Zhouqu back. Now, everyone lives in front of a small temple and uses plastic blankets, but the children are playing and the adults are chatting, and there is no expression of losing their beautiful family.