白雪的共享空间

Since May 19, 2008, what I have seen, what I have heard and what I have thought about have been always the situation of the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan province.
Every time I hear the moving and impressive stories and heroes about the disaster, I can’t help myself to weeping:
The respected teacher who protected four students using his body but himself died finally; the female teacher who convoyed the students to the safety zone and then went back to the classroom to find the losing students, but she was buried under the building which was broken down suddenly; a little strong boy names Lanxin gave a military-like salute to the soldiers when he was rescued from the debris; the injured survivors don’t want to be sent to the safety place but to leave to help any others; the most loved soldiers who rescued two hundreds victims after climbing two mountains to the quake zone tired and hungry, but they refused to accept any food and water that the victims sent to them; an old grandma who was suffered in the Tangshan earthquake donated half of her whole family’s cost of living and several quilts etc. to the victims; our prime minister Wen Jiabao hurried to the disaster areas to guild the rescue and relief operation and placate the victims; lots of reports went to the first line of the quake zones without taking care of themselves to report the news to us…
Most of them are ordinary people. We even don’t know their names and have no chance to see their faces. But they are all our stars and idols. They will always live in all Chinese people’s mind. They are individuals, but they are also the epitomes of all Chinese people who give generously, hold together and struggle for the rescue and relief.
Every time I hear the sobs and cry, every time I watch the blessings on the computer’s screen, every time I am moved by the lovely people and moving stories, I am not satisfied with the fact that I only could denote limited money and blood. Because when I think of the seriousness of the disaster and compare with people who make unremitting efforts to the rescue, what I have done is too limited and too insignificant to mention. Only if I take part in the group of calling upon more people to give hands to the victims that could I enlarge individual’s strength to masses’ strength and do more devotion to the victims. Then find a safety harbor for my conscience and a platform for my lasting love.
The result of the disaster is deadliest, but what it shows is human and inspiring. We believe, we can come over all difficulties and win a inspiring victory on the days of love and inspiration passing on.