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More than three hundred hours, a long and heart-wrenching wait, my chest is burning. I have never known anyone before, but whenever a life is rescued, I am grateful for it; when a corpse is carried out, I immediately sigh with regret. The gray-haired old man, the baby waiting to be fed, the students in their blooming years, and the lovers who were close to each other were still holding hands yesterday, talking to each other, and making oaths of friendship. But in the blink of an eye, the yin and yang are separated, and life and death are blurred. More than 68,000 people died in Bashu, and the lives of tens of thousands of people were uncertain. In the face of disaster, thousands of people use their sympathetic hearts and sincere words to praise the greatness of life, the dignity of death, the longevity of love, and the longevity of love, which is touching. "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you!" When the rescue workers found her, she was already dead and was crushed to death by the collapsed house. She was kneeling on her knees, her whole upper body prostrate forward, her hands on the ground, supporting her body, like an ancient person kneeling in worship, her body was deformed by the pressure. Under her body lay her child, about three or four months old. Because of the protection of his mother's body, he was not injured. When he was rescued, he was still sleeping peacefully. There was a mobile phone tucked into the quilt that wrapped the child, and on the screen was a text message that had been written. "If there is another life...I will definitely still be your woman." Half an hour after the earthquake, a female netizen received the last text message from her boyfriend, "I miss you very much, let's get married. From now on, no news about her boyfriend None, her life or death was unknown. When the earthquake happened, she received a call from her boyfriend, but the signal was soon lost and there was no news from her. She firmly believed that her boyfriend was the bravest person and was still thinking about her at the "last moment of his life." Holding me. "I just want to hold the hands of my loved ones." "The people who escaped from Wenchuan, even if the world collapsed, held the hands of their loved ones tightly and refused to let go easily. Many people carried the wounded on simple stretchers or sliding poles. Some were dying, and some had died on the way. But their Relatives continued to carry the child out, praying for a miracle. The mother carried the child on her back and walked for more than 30 kilometers. The sweat kept flowing from the mother's face. The sensible children wiped the mother from time to time; the children pushed the elderly parents in a wheelbarrow and turned over. An eleven-year-old boy, carrying his three-and-a-half-year-old sister on his back, has been walking for twelve hours continuously since 5 o'clock in the morning. His grandfather and grandmother have passed away, and his parents are working outside. The husband tried to preserve the last dignity of his deceased wife, tied his wife's body with a rope and sent her to the morgue. Although the baby was dead, the mother still held him tightly and climbed over the obstacle with difficulty. The doctor was on the hospital bed. Giving oxygen to a young mother. Next to her, her child was drinking her milk. Another young policewoman exposed her breasts and fed a young orphan with her own milk. teacher! We are all your children! Liu Ning, a teacher at Beichuan No. 1 Middle School, protected fifty-nine students during the earthquake, but his daughter left him forever. Another gentleman named Liu has led a team to rescue 700 people, but his wife and parents were not among them. When the earthquake occurred, a woman was having a caesarean section on the operating table. The medical staff did not leave her and run for her life until the operation was successfully completed. Outdoors, people spontaneously formed a human wall to protect the mother who was about to give birth from the wind and rain. Finally, the mother and child were safe. "The people of Sichuan have never failed the country, and the people of the country will never fail Sichuan." In 1944, the national crisis hit. In Chengdu, a long line of half-clothed beggars jingled all the copper coins and nickels they had collected into the "gold cabinet for national salvation" before staggering off the stage. Suddenly, the whole place burst into tears. After the Wenchuan disaster, at a blood donation station, a man in his fifties came to donate blood. "I am a laid-off worker. I have no money, so I donate some blood." As soon as these words came out, the whole country was moved. "May the deceased be happy in heaven and never be hurt again." This is a requiem for the deceased. "If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. Pray for the people of Sichuan!" This is the comfort and blessing for the survivors!