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It was a sunny afternoon, was there tooI don’t remember Yang, but there must be no rain. I wore a light blue knitted two-piece blouse and sky blue canvas shoes I bought the day before. I walked into the classroom at a brisk pace before the bell rang, and sat down in the penultimate row by the window, touching it from the drawer. Chemistry textbooks and stationery boxes are out.

My deskmate is a humorous boy who is not tall, with dark skin and wearing metal frame glasses. In the front row are two girls, one introverted and quiet, and one lively and cheerful. The former is called Zhang Ju and the latter is Zhang Cui. I could just see the prominent part of the corner of the school building, and the national flag on the playground.

Chemist teacher Wei is wearing a maternity dress with black and white flowers. Her belly is round and cute. She is a patient and gentle teacher, and she is also patient with poor students like me, so I like her the most.

The teacher is talking seriously on the podium, and I write notes while listening. Suddenly, there was a violent shaking, and the glass windows “boomed”. Everyone stopped to look at the window, and some students said in a joking tone, “Earthquake.” Everyone laughed. The teacher looked out the window and continued the class. But in less than 30 seconds, the whole building suddenly shook violently, and did not stop. I saw the wall around the corner falling down one by one. I was shocked … The sound of the table and chairs moved and the panic tip came from my ear. Cries, footsteps … I sat motionless on the seat, and I saw the ceiling split radially from the middle to the surroundings and fell off … A large hole was recessed in the middle of the classroom, I felt my body sink and fell, I I closed my eyes, worrying that I would fall to death from the fourth floor …

On May 14, 2008, PLA soldiers searched and called for surviving teachers and students in the ruins of Beichuan County Middle School in Sichuan. Source: Li Xiaoguo | Xinhua News Agency

In a flash, I landed. Severe pain came from under my feet, as if being cut with a knife … The air was filled with a strong smell of concrete. The eyes were open, and all around was dark, only a small hole in the upper right penetrated a little Light. I leaned sideways on the chair and my left hand was pressed under the prefabricated board on the right. The back is soft, I know it ’s me at the same table, he is not alive at all, I know he is gone … There is a crying cry around, there are male voices, female voices … Aftershocks are frequent, I ’m scared, but I do n’t Do n’t want to cry, I think I can go out alive, IMust go out alive. There was a clear voice in the chaos: “Ms. Wei! Ms. Wei!” But there was no response … Another weeping voice came from the side: “Ms. Wei fell behind the podium, the podium fell …” I heard a voice saying something about an earthquake or something. I realized that it was an earthquake. Just at that moment, I thought that only the teaching building collapsed …

I heard a classmate talking with Zhang Guanghui. It turned out that because he was closest to the back door of the classroom, he immediately ran to the aisle at that time, and the teaching building collapsed to the lower right, so he was not buried. He told everyone: “There is a crane in Leigu Town. You can save everyone when the crane comes.” Within a few minutes, another student asked, “Has the crane come?” He said, “It’s coming soon. “Sometimes, students constantly asked when the crane would arrive, and I could n’t bear the leg pain, so I asked him:” How long is the crane going to be? ” People. “After hearing this, my heart is a little more firm, I think my brother will come to save me.

Classmates kept asking him, and he kept answering “almost”. Later, he said that the road was broken. I gradually lost hope in this crane, and no one asked about the crane anymore.

In less than an hour, the crying is much less. I heard a classmate beside me say, “Don’t squeeze me, I’m so uncomfortable, I feel like I’m breathless!” “Don’t squeeze!” A boy cried, “Dad, Mom, I might never see you again It’s up to you! “A girl cried and said to another girl,” After you go out, help me tell my parents, I love them! “The girl replied, crying:” If you want to go out and say, I won’t Say it for you. “

I felt another severe pain under my feet. There was a person on my foot. She hurt me when she moved. I know that it is my best friend Tang Anyang. I said, “Anyang, don’t move, your feet hurt when you move!” She didn’t talk. I have been remorseful for many years for such a sentence. I feel that I am really selfish. At the end of her life, I do n’t care about her, but let her not move. I left her alone in this world in loneliness and pain, and claimed that I was her best friend. I treated my friends like this. It took me many years to truly forgive myself from the bottom of my heart.

On May 13, 2008, disaster relief officers and men took the risk of encountering landslides and aftershocks in Beichuan County to overcome many difficulties to rescue the injured people. Source: Yang Lei | Xinhua News Agency

I heard her sound like hematemesis … I do n’t know how long it took, she shouted “Mom I love you”, and then there was no more movement, I do n’t know how much time passed, I touched her with my hand, She was already cold … At that moment, I only felt cold in my heart, my best friend, the first friend in life, she died … But the sorrow did not last long, and I left her behind , I just thought about how to go out and when to go out.

It seems that Zhao Zongyang is moaning on the left, and I asked him: “Zhao Zongyang, how are you doing?” He said, “My head is crushed.” I cried with tears: “Zhao Zongyang, you must hold on, we Go out alive together, be sure to stick to it! “But he has no voice anymore …

I do n’t know how long it has passed since nearby parents came to find their children. Parents move on the ruins while shouting the name of the child ’s breast or scientific name. I heard a voice called “Zhao Yangwa”. I knew it was Zhao Zongyang. I hesitated to talk or not. If I told them that Zhao Zongyang was here and had already left, could they bear the bad news? Without telling them, they will look around again. In the end, I still did not shout at them, looking for it with hope, it was better than knowing the bad news so early.

I heard an uncle talking nearby, and I shouted, “Uncle, can you save me out?” Uncle uncovered the gravel beside the hole with both hands, and the light came in. The uncle looked at me and said, “Boy, you are buried too deep, your uncle can’t save you out, but the uncle can plan this hole bigger, so you won’t be bored.” For a long time, the small hole with a big fist was pulled off the washbasin, and then the uncle went to find his child.

I can clearly see the inside, from the front left to the rear left, all prefabricated plates and shattered concrete blocks piled up in a mess, and the back is a table and chairs that are deformed and mixed with crushed stones The floor was as high as a floor, the wires were exposed, a flat prefabricated plate covered my feet but was not pressed on the legs, there was something under the prefabricated plate to support it, just pressed to my ankle.

At this time, my legs are completely painless … My desk is on the upper right, and the books are neatly stacked in the drawer. I pulled them out with my right hand and found my diary, I think Take it away from here. I ca n’t see Tang Anyang, Zhao Zongyang, and even my tablemate …

On May 16, 2008, rescue officers and soldiers rescued at Beichuan Middle School. Source: Yang Shiyao | Xinhua News Agency

I vaguely heard someone calling my name. I shouted loudly: “I am here! I am here!” My classmates also shouted, “Zhang Feng is here!” But there was no response. I do n’t know how long it passed, and it gradually darkened. My left hand was pressed against the right, causing my body to twist in a sideways position. It was very uncomfortable. I pulled out my left hand vigorously, and the back of my hand was blurred with blood and flesh. High, but it doesn’t hurt at all. I feel more and more quiet around …

At the end of the day, the troops finally arrived. The two soldiers came to the cave and asked, “Is there anyone?” I rejoiced and replied, “I’m here, I’m here!” I thought I could go out immediately, but I saw a soldier pointing at the prefabricated board. He said to the other, “If you move here, it’s all desks and chairs. It’s very dangerous if it collapses. That side is full of prefabricated boards. It’s too big. We don’t have a crane. The manpower can’t lift it at all.” .

Sometimes people shout: “Uncle, save me!” “Student, we have to save the classmates first, and then the classmates who are buried deep!” I looked up and looked, I was buried deep enough!

It was dark, and a very large lamp was lit on the ruins. The light came in from the hole, and I could occasionally see the moving head outside. But I was so tired that I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of orders and Yu outside. With the light through the hole, I looked at my watch and it was already twelve in the evening. Through the hole, I saw the rain falling down densely, like a thin embroidery needle piercing the oblique light, falling down … I never heard the shouting and crying for help again, I knew it again After sleeping …

Later, I was awakened by a familiar voice: “Students, you must hold on, we will rescue you soon!” This voice echoed over the ruins, from far and near, I heard it is the history of our grade Teacher Liao Guangming. I shouted like a life-saving straw: “Mr. Liao, Mr. Liao!”

“Which class are you from?”

“I am Zhang Feng of the first grade (5)!”

“Zhang Feng, you must insist that now the crane and the oxygen welding and cutting machine are here, and you will be rescued soonCome! Don’t give up! “

“Okay, I must stick to it!” A warm current surged in my heart, and my heart was full of confidence, hope and strength.

The sky outside was grey and it was still raining. I looked at my watch and it was already 7 o’clock in the morning. Except for the sound of rescuers and the sound of machines, the ruins are extremely quiet.

I forgot how to survive two hours, they started to save Zhang Ju and Zhang Cui. It took them two hours to cut the prefabricated panels and move them away one by one until the surrounding became a huge pit, and then they carefully took them out.

On May 15, 2008, firefighters rescued a survivor from the ruins of a collapsed dormitory building in Yunfeng Chemical Factory, Yinghua Town, Shifang City, Sichuan By. Source: Jiang Fan | Xinhua News Agency

It’s finally my turn. I see the time, it is already 12 noon. But I feel sleepy. Uncle covered me with a wet cotton coat to prevent the sparks from the oxygen welding cutting machine from burning me, and then began to cut the prefabricated plates one by one, and moved them one by one. When the prefabricated board was moved, the sand and stone “wowed” was poured into the left ear. I quickly took my hand and pulled out the ear. After I took out the sand and stone and poured it in again, I had to cover my ear. Mars splashed on me, and the rain began to fall on me. It was cold and painful. A strong sense of sleep struck me. I felt I had no strength to keep my eyes open. I asked: “Uncle, how long will I be so sleepy and want to sleep!”

“Child, do n’t sleep, you will be out soon!”

I tried to support my eyelids and prevent them from closing. But I feel more and more sleepy: “Uncle, I’m really sleepy! I want to sleep!” “Girl, don’t sleep, you must hold on!”

So in the conversation with my uncle, they have already evacuated me around, like a huge pit blown up by a bomb. I saw a classmate who had left … I was a little scared. The uncle said, “Close your eyes, don’t look!” They took the stretcher and put me up. I said, “Uncle, you can hold my books for me, and I want more.” When I saw him picking up a stack of books, I was carried by four soldier brothers on a stretcher and walked to the pit. I saw the old days School buildingTurned into a pile of rubble, scattered with school bags, clothes, and wet textbooks …

They first took me to the temporary medical station next to the playground for a brief treatment, and then took me to the school gate, using only a bed of cotton batting to cover the floor. My right half was exposed, and the rain fell on me, feeling so cold. I curled up to the left, trying to hide in the cotton wool. An uncle saw me and asked me if I felt uncomfortable. I replied: “I’m cold.” He covered me with a thin piece of cotton wool and covered it with a piece of plastic cloth. I felt much warmer!

I saw many people sitting on the ground densely, some bandaged, some were not injured, but their faces were full of sadness and depression, and no one spoke. I heard the rain beating against the plastic cloth, and there was a sudden and dense click, the rain was heavy …

An ambulance arrived. The uncle said, “This little girl is going first, she is very hurt!” I thought to myself: I am not hurt too! There was no bleeding, but the leg was a little painful. But it is okay to leave here as soon as possible. The ambulance has not stopped for a long time. I asked the driver’s uncle: “Uncle, where are we going?” “Go to Mianyang.” “Why not go to the county hospital?” “The county hospital collapsed and it was all buried!” Uncle said calmly.

The earthquake was so serious!

2. Nine dead one life

After being sent to the People ’s Hospital of Mianyang City, I was placed in a hospital square in a temporary ward made of raincloth. The nurse brought me a bottle of saline to hang it up, and took two bottles of mineral water on the bed. Head, told me to drink less water and left. On my right is a first-year girl from Qushan Elementary School. She is eating Babao porridge with relish. Even though the grains of rice haven’t come in one night, I have no appetite at all.

I was lying there, my legs sorely, and when I was thirsty, I let the person next to me unscrew the bottle of mineral water and drink a few sips with my head sideways. It was really uncomfortable to lie down for about two hours. I wanted to sit up and struggled to sit up for a long time. I had to ask the aunt who was taking care of my family to help me up, but after lifting it up, I could n’t sit up at all, so I had to put my aunt on my back. I sat up and felt much more comfortable after sitting up. I saw that my trouser legs were pulled to the knee. The skin on the left leg was dark purple and the right leg was dark purple, but there was no bleeding or broken skin. I sat down for a while and then lay down again, unconsciously falling asleep.

On May 13, 2008, rescue officers and soldiers carried a surviving little girl up the slope. Source: Jiang Yi | Xinhua News Agency

When I woke up, the sky was dark. The boy on the left and the girl on the right didn’t know where to go. There was an uncle beside my bedside. I asked where the uncle was. He said Beichuan County .

“Uncle, why don’t you lie down for a while?”

“I am injured in the waist and can only sit.”

“Uncle, do you have a phone?”

“Yes.”

“Can you make a call for me?”

I took the phone book from my trouser pocket and handed it to my uncle. After the call was connected, my mother said that they and the others in Murakami were contacting the bus to get to school. I said that I was in Mianyang Hospital, I was not seriously injured, you do n’t use it anymore, and I said something that I do n’t remember anymore, my mother seemed excited or worried after hearing my voice, or both, I did n’t pay attention At that time, I was full of joy and felt that my injury would not be a big deal. I did n’t understand that there was something called “squeeze syndrome”.

【Note: “Squeeze syndrome” refers to a long time of squeezing heavy objects (such as stones, earthwork, etc.) in the muscles of the human body such as limbs or torso. Pathophysiological changes. The clinical manifestations are acute renal failure characterized by swelling of the limbs, myoglobinuria, and hyperkalemia. If not dealt with in time, the consequences are often more serious and may even lead to the death of the patient. 】

Later I called my good friend Hongmei and told her I was in the People’s Hospital and asked her to come and accompany me. She heard my voice rejoicing and excited. She said that she would come with me the next day at dawn. After the phone call, I couldn’t fall asleep. The faint pain in my legs was really unbearable! I just lay there, listening to the rain beating against the canopy, clicking, clicking … The sky was never bright, and the time became long. It was really uncomfortable to lie down, and I asked the uncle in charge of the canopy to help me get up and sit back to back for a while. At 5 o’clock I called Hongmei again and asked when she would come, she said she would come as soon as daylight turned on. She hurried over at 6 o’clock. After she came, she first sent me to the examination room with some volunteers to take X-rays to see if her hands and feet were broken, and then pushed me into the hall. After a simple disinfection, the doctor directly took a scalpel to cut my calf But no pain at all.

At this time, it was noon on May 14th, and I still had no appetite at all, and a lot of fast food from the hospital was piled on my bedside. Hongmei persuaded me to eat something, but I really did n’t want to eat at all. She asked me what I wanted to eat. I suddenly thought of sweet and sour grapes, and said that I wanted to eat grapes, and she bought it. It felt like she had walked for a long time before coming back. When she came back, she picked up a bunch of raisins. I ate one. I felt hard, not sour or sweet, so I did n’t want to eat it. Later, the hospital gave bananas to the wounded again. She peeled a banana for me. I took a bite and felt stubborn and vomited.

Hongmei has been persuading me to eat more, saying that I have n’t eaten in days. An old lady passing by asked me if she wanted to eat vegetable porridge. She went home and made it for me. I thought of the porridge at home that I wanted to eat. But after waiting for a long time, my grandmother brought a bowl of porridge. I took a bite. It was not the taste in my imagination and memory, so I didn’t want to eat it. Hongmei was extremely anxious, and I really couldn’t eat a bite.

At night, I was extremely sleepy, but the doctor told them not to let me fall asleep, otherwise it would be impossible to wake up, so Hongmei kept staring at me without blinking. Take a light pat on my face and wake me up. Later, chatting could not make me awake, and I sang the toast song of our Qiang people in that square. That was when I grew up. The only time I opened my vocal sing in front of everyone, there was no trace of shyness and worry.

On May 14, 2008, medical personnel of a certain PLA department rescued injured people in the earthquake-stricken area of ​​Beichuan. Source: Zhao Yingquan | Xinhua News Agency

It’s already the next morning when I wake up again. When it was almost noon, my parents called and said they were there, and immediately went to the doctor. The doctor said that my leg pressure was too long and I had to perform an amputation of the left calf. My father cried in front of so many people. I only heard a little reprimand from my mother: “Cry what to cry! What’s so good to cry?” I haven’t seen my father cry before. This is the only time I’ve grown up that my father will cry. And I know that amputation is to cut off my leg, but at that time I didn’t understand what amputation meant, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.

When and whereI didn’t know where the operation was. When I was awake, I was already in the hospital bed. Several distant relatives came to visit me and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said I wanted to eat strawberries. The doctor just passed by and said to my parents: “Buy something for her if you want to eat, and then buy a new piece of clothing. In case it doesn’t work, you can’t go naked!” And said to the nurse around you: “You Go buy some strawberries for the little girl. “

So later I had two baskets of strawberries.

An old grandpa next to my bed was pushed away for a long time and did not come back. My dad found a nurse and put me on that bed, so I was admitted to the ward. In the evening, Hai Ge who went to university in Harbin took a plane to come back to see me. They all sat at the door of the ward and said nothing and did not eat. Although I don’t have an appetite, I really like strawberries. I’ll eat them directly for a while, and then let my mother help me mix it with sugar.

Although it was only mid-May, the ward was extremely sultry. I needed people to keep fanning me all the time, so I felt a little comfortable. I felt that the fluid secreted from the wound had wet the bed sheet and still smelled of carrion, as if I had already started to rot, maybe it was the smell when people were buried in the ground and rotted after death.

The next day, on the 16th, Hongmei and Hai Ge went to the city to buy clothes for me. It took me a whole morning to run through most cities and bought me a light blue dress. It was my wish to leave in a skirt. That afternoon I suddenly remembered that Anyang ’s mother might be looking for her, so my father called my aunt, and I told the aunt: Tang Anyang was gone. The aunt rushed into my ward like crazy, pounced on my bed, and cried while crying: “My daughter, my daughter!” Mom and Dad pulled her out. I was so weak that I couldn’t speak, but I was very sad to see my aunt like that. Over the years, I have been thinking about visiting my aunt and telling her that the last sentence before Anyang died was “Mom, I love you!” But I never dared to face her, and I was afraid that she would see me sad and sad.

It was also on this day that the doctor began to do hemodialysis due to the severe compression of his legs that caused acute kidney failure. During the process of hemodialysis, I felt the pain in the neck cannula, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw my parents looking at me nervously, and I said, “What happened?” Dad said, “Daughter, you scared me to death, you were just in a coma.” “Ah, I just fell asleep Ah. “The doctor was so busy all day long that he had to go to the doctor himself to change the medicine, otherwise the doctor could not remember or could not spare the time.

On the morning of the 17th, the doctor said to my parents in the ward: “The condition of the child is very dangerous. It is not possible to stay here. If you can transfer to the hospital, there is still hope!” My parents said: “To transfer to the hospital, we have to transfer to the hospital . “