At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, I was in a seven-story building in Hangzhou. Everything was normal. I was completely unaware that the people of Sichuan, the "Land of Abundance", were experiencing hell-like suffering at this moment.
At 16:21 on May 12, 2008, I learned through the Zhejiang mobile phone that a magnitude 7.8 earthquake occurred in Sichuan. However, with a magnitude of 7.8, I didn’t know that it was as powerful as 400 Hiroshima atomic bombs.
At 18:00 on May 12, 2008, I learned from the TV news that there were casualties in the earthquake. Although my heart tightened, I didn't know it would be such a huge grief.
Since then, I have spent more time watching TV. Staring at the TV screen motionlessly has been a common action these days. My mood keeps fluctuating as the rescue work in the disaster area is carried out.
It is heavy because of the rising number of casualties. How many lives will be lost and how many families will be torn to pieces in the disaster?
It is gratifying to see miracles of life being created one by one and "living on" for more than 100 hours in the dark ruins. How tenacious this is!
I was moved when I saw the scenes of enthusiastic blood donation and fund-raising. In the face of the disaster, there is great love. At this moment, we are all Wenchuan people!
I didn’t cry, but there were often tears in the corners of my eyes, both for the misfortune of the Wenchuan people and for the brilliance of humanity that shines in the disaster!