Looking for the touching story of Wenchuan earthquake

1) My wife is buried, so I have time to visit.

16 afternoon, Erwang Temple in Dujiangyan.

A police motorcycle is parked on the side of the road, and some big trees are still crumbling, which is very dangerous. On the side of the road, stood a policeman. His name is Zhang Jian, 47, and he is a policeman of Dujiangyan Public Security Bureau. "Please walk in the middle of the road." Zhang Jian sent an exhortation to everyone passing by.

He has said this sentence a hundred times in a few hours.

He always looks calm when communicating with the masses, but who knows his inner pain, because his wife was killed in the earthquake. Zhang Jian told the reporter, "12 I was on duty in the area of Erwangmiao when the earthquake occurred in the afternoon. The disaster broke out and countless tourists were injured. Some people are lying on the ground and groaning, and some people are dying ... The scene can be described as "terror", which is no exaggeration. " Zhang Jian immediately stopped some vehicles on the road, including private cars and buses, and successively carried the injured into the car. There was blood on his uniform, hands and face. He rescued 100 injured people with his own hands.

It was dark and the mountains were quiet. At this time, Zhang Jian learned the bad news and his wife died. "At that time, my mind was blank and I didn't dare to think about anything." He said softly. Zhang Jian's wife Xiao Sulian works in the business department of China Bank, located in Puyang Road, Dujiangyan. After the earthquake, the bank building collapsed instantly. Many colleagues who worked with Xiao Sulian were killed at the same time.

At 9 o'clock that night, Dujiangyan after the disaster was dark, silent and only sad. Standing in front of the collapsed building, Zhang Jian looked particularly lonely. He is alone and doesn't talk. "At that moment, my wife's face flashed in my mind, and I couldn't cry if I wanted to." He said. Zhang Jian dried his tears and lit a cigarette. Looking at the lighter in his hand, he once again outlined his thoughts about his wife. The lighter was a birthday present from Zhang Jian's wife several years ago. Today, it has become a permanent monument.

14 noon 12, Zhang Jian ate a box of instant noodles and came to Puyang Road. Take a break and see his wife buried in the ruins. After standing for a few minutes, he returned to the Erwang Temple for duty.

/kloc-On the afternoon of 0/4, Zhang Jian came to Puyang Road for the second time to visit his wife. Because Zhang Jian's wife was smashed beyond recognition, after the body was dug up, it was beyond recognition. 15, cremation.

"My wife has been buried for too long, so I will accompany her when I have time, and I won't have a chance in the future ..." Zhang Jian's voice did not fall, and the walkie-talkie at his waist rang. He learned that there was danger ahead and asked Zhang Jian for immediate support. "Sorry, I have to go." He disappeared on the mountainside with his motorcycle, and his back became blurred.

(2) Cutting the road with a kitchen knife saved 60 lives.

In the afternoon of May 12. After the earthquake, Longmenshan Town, only 10 km away from Wenchuan, was in ruins, and countless residents groaned and struggled under the ruins. Baishuihe Police Station 10 police mobilized urgently and rescued more than 70 people together with the public security patrol, most of whom were seriously injured and bleeding.

The mountain is short of medicine, but the road up and down the mountain has long been blocked by boulders and trees. What will happen to more than 60 wounded people in the town hospital if a passage is not opened quickly to transport the wounded down the mountain? In a dilemma, David Xu picked up a kitchen knife at a dumped pot-stewed restaurant on the street and strode down the hill.

It was already 7 o'clock that night. After the earthquake, the sky over Longmenshan Town was covered with dark clouds, and the cold mountain wind raised bean-sized raindrops, which hurt my face faintly. Two kilometers before the Baishuihe Bridge, Xu Rui and four policemen waved kitchen knives and cut off the big trees inserted in the middle of the dirt road. The trees that have grown in the mountains for decades are thick and tough. Xu Rui's first knife was too hard, and the kitchen knife was deeply stuck in the tree and could not be pulled out. He pulled hard, and the kitchen knife bounced up and hit him hard on the chest, almost choking with pain.

So the second knife was a little lighter, then the third knife and the fourth knife ... When the thick trunk was disconnected from it, there was a muffled thunder in the dark rainy night, and the mountain on the roadside collapsed again, and the sand tree went straight to David Xu's feet! A few impatient policemen kept moving their hands. Gradually, there are more and more people on the dirt road: three policemen who maintain order in the town are transferred here to help lift trees and move stones; A resident who was slightly bruised in the earthquake also picked up a kitchen knife from home and danced wildly.

I don't know how long it took in the dark, but my eyes suddenly became clear. The road that had been blocked for more than half a mile was barrier-free and connected with the road leading to the mountain. 13 in the morning, all the seriously injured people in the town were sent down the mountain along this "kitchen knife road". Looking at the back of the wounded, Xu Ruicai realized the pain of red and swollen hands!

David Xu said that he knew that two comrades-in-arms had left each other forever, but when interviewed by reporters, he still insisted that "there are 12 policemen in our hospital", even though the policemen in our hospital never mentioned the word "death".

(3) Yang Zhanbiao, a public security soldier who still sticks to his post after losing his beloved son.

After the earthquake, people and cars in Mianzhu city were mixed and the streets were congested. Yang Zhanbiao, deputy head of the traffic police brigade, immediately went to the city center with his comrades to clear the road according to the instructions of his superiors. He can't let go of the stone in his heart. I wonder what happened to Hanwang Middle School where his 18-year-old son attended. When he received an order from the battalion commander asking him to go to Hanwang immediately to organize post-disaster relief, he was surprised: "Is the disaster in Hanwang worse than in the city?" He immediately organized the police to set out for Hanwang.

As soon as he entered Hanwang Town, he froze. The once beautiful mountain city has changed beyond recognition. The air was filled with pungent toxic gases, and the whole building collapsed, with rubble everywhere. The cries for help in the ruins are endless. An ominous feeling suddenly enveloped my whole body. How I want to see my son's middle school! However, seeing the chaotic road surface and thinking of the command task in charge of maintaining traffic order at the scene, he held back his strong worries and worries, stabilized his mood, quickly assigned tasks to the players and immediately went into battle.

"All the teaching buildings in middle schools collapsed and students were buried." The terrible news got him into trouble at once. But a little luck is still there, and my son may not be among them. So, he tried to eliminate the emotional influence and concentrate on commanding the vehicle. But in his spare time, he looked in the direction of Hanwang Middle School, hoping that the familiar figure would come to him from far and near and kindly call him "Dad".

13 On the afternoon of May, one day after the disaster, it was confirmed that my son was buried in the ruins. After hearing the news, Yang Zhanbiao, who has been working continuously for more than 20 hours under great mental pressure, couldn't help being sad any more, and tears kept pouring out of the eyes of the 40-year-old Chinese character. He handed over the work to other comrades and rushed to Hanwang Middle School to help the armed police soldiers carry out rescue work, hoping to find their son as soon as possible. Every time a survivor is rescued, his hope increases by one point, but his son has never been seen.

On the afternoon of May 14, another victim was found. When the armed police soldier passed by Yang Zhanbiao with his body on his back, his bloodshot eyes found a scene he didn't want to see. It was a very familiar and bloody figure. He held his breath and studied the young face carefully. Although the swelling is deformed, he can still see that this is the face that is always full of vitality and sunshine for him on weekdays, as well as the clothes, shoes and socks he bought himself ... all this is true, all this is cruel reality! He held his son's cold body tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face, and his voice choked: "Son, dad is sorry for you. Dad should have come to save you earlier. Dad is guilty, and you lost your life at such a young age. Dad didn't protect you ... "Colleagues and armed police officers and soldiers were in tears.

The next day, the comrades of the traffic police brigade saw that their deputy battalion chief Yang Zhanbiao had returned to work, and he was still calmly directing the vehicles and dredging the busy roads in the disaster area. ...

After the Wenchuan earthquake, Huanhuan Kindergarten in Zundao Town collapsed. At this time, more than 80 children are taking a nap. All five teachers are in the park except the kindergarten director. The earthquake claimed the lives of more than 50 children and 3 teachers. At present, two teachers are still in the hospital, and the life and death of a child are unknown. After the earthquake, parents quickly gathered around the ruins of the kindergarten and kept shouting their children's names. At first, the children could give a weak response in the ruins, but as time went on, the response became weaker and weaker. Parents can only helplessly sit on the edge of the ruins and anxiously wait for the arrival of the rescue team. Li Juan, director of the kindergarten, recalled that Qu Wanrong was found by the rescue team and burst into tears. "At that time, Mr. Qu threw himself on the ground, firmly blocked the collapsed cement board with his back, and held a child tightly in his arms. The child was rescued, but Teacher Qu left us forever. " In the ruins of the kindergarten, the reporter saw the small pillows, quilts and scattered shoes used by the children. People don't want to imagine the panic and helplessness at that time, but it is because of ordinary people like Mr. Qu that more children are saved. Doctors in private clinics took out all the medicines to save people. In Zundao Town, the reporter saw 28-year-old Han Xiancheng with a pair of glasses on his nose and a gentle look. It was he who took out the first-aid medicine from the private clinic immediately after the earthquake, which bought more time for the successful treatment of the injured. As a private clinic doctor serving farmers, Han Xiancheng was a doctor in a local township health center three years ago. After the earthquake, no one mobilized, let alone asked, and Han Xiancheng immediately rushed to the town government to take the initiative. With the help of Han Xiancheng, some villagers who escaped the disaster but were not seriously injured were treated in time, and the wounds were cleaned and the fractures were bandaged. From the afternoon of 12 to the noon of 13, Han Xiancheng didn't sleep all day. Han Xiancheng said: "There are too many injured people, including 100 people. All the first-aid medicines in my pharmacy have been used up, leaving only a little cold medicine. " In fact, many rural doctors have done everything I can, but their shops have collapsed and their medicines have been crushed. If there are more medicines in my shop, if the medicines in other shops are not crushed, more people can be saved. "For the dignity of the child's body, the boss took the risk to move the cloth. When the rescue team cleaned up the bricks on the ruins of Huanhuan Kindergarten, when the children's bodies were dug up, everyone didn't want to look at the once innocent smiling faces. He Siping, who runs a local cloth business, was also at the rescue site, and a child of her relative was trapped in the rubble. The children's bodies were carried out one by one, but it was impossible to find plastic sheets and cotton cloth to cover the children in time. At this time, the aftershocks have not yet ended, and the building is in danger of continuing to collapse at any time. Without saying anything, He Siping risked his life and rushed to the second floor of the shop to bring a red woolen cloth for the rescue team. Ordinary, she saved the last dignity for innocent children.