5.12 Wenchuan earthquake praised the doctor's composition.

Liu Min, a preschool teacher at Yingxiu Primary School, was just in her 3s when the Wenchuan earthquake struck. I remember when you first arrived at school, you were a pure little girl. Your hearty laughter can be heard everywhere on campus. Later, we were adjacent to each other upstairs and downstairs, and gradually got to know you. I feel that you are full of enthusiasm for life and are bright and cheerful, and your young face will always have a bright and charming smile, just like the students you teach. I really miss the summer we spent together! Every day, we take our children and buy food and cook together. Everyone likes to eat barbecue. Whenever we are free, we will move out of the electric stove in the stairwell on the top floor and move the barbecue seasoning and food prepared in advance to the stairs. At this time, Dan Mei, Kai Kai, Si Qi, Bing Bing, Juan Juan and other children happily gathered around the electric stove, staring at the food on the stove, eagerly looking forward to and waiting. Whenever a food is cooked, the children can't wait to take it in their hands and eat it. Watching them eat delicious and intoxicated, you humorously called them "Little Pig" and "Xiaohua Mall". In the unit where we lived, there was always light smoke and a fragrant smell, and the barbecue could be smelled on the playground below. Fortunately, I lived on the fourth floor and you lived on the top floor. It didn't affect other teachers, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble. Later, your husband simply knitted a barbecue grill for both our families, and baked steamed bread, sweet potatoes, chicken wings and vegetables on it ... It was so convenient. I lost that barbecue grill when I moved, which made me regret for a long time. Those days with you were relaxed and happy, and I was so happy inside. Although I left later, your bright smile, frank personality and enthusiastic attitude towards life always infected and inspired me. Your sweet and loud cry "Third Sister …………………" often sounded in my ears. After the earthquake, I once took refuge in Nanchong. One day, I was drinking coffee in McDonald's, and the silhouette of a young woman caught my eye. I almost thought she was you. You are so much like her. Only when I calmed down did I know that I mistook one for another. My good sister, at the moment when the earth shook, had left this world forever. At this time, I felt sad and suddenly felt dejected.

Liu Renyong, a Chinese teacher at Yingxiu Primary School, just entered the age of no doubt when the earthquake struck. Mature and steady, intelligent and kind-hearted, warm and generous and helpful, with certain knowledge. I was my partner for three years. In the days of our cooperation, we gradually became good friends from colleagues. I still remember the students in the class we sent to graduate together. When I first received them, they had poor study habits and were lazy. Under your careful training, the children are very obedient and sensible. You pay great attention to the ways and means of educating students, and I benefited a lot from my later work. Do you know that?/You know what? Luo Yan, Yang Xia, Yu Hongxia, Zhou Qian and many other students have contacted me. The children are fighting for their own world now. Remember that time I took my students on a spring outing? Early in the morning, we took the students up the mountain along Hongcungou. The children were also very excited, holding pots, bowls, food and fruits in their hands on their shoulders. Along the way, the children kept singing, just like a group of sparrows chattering. We also let go of our young hearts with the students' singing. Our laughter is everywhere in the mountains, streams and mountain roads. Hundreds of people in the whole school climbed the hillside for nearly two hours without stopping, and finally reached their destination-the foot of Yangziling Mountain in Hongcungou.

as soon as you arrive at the camp, you should tell the children to assemble in groups, emphasizing safety first, and then talking about precautions and operating procedures. Then give each group a place, and the children will bury the pot and start the stove according to the prescribed place. Some children in cities and towns don't know much about wild fire, so you go over and give them serious instructions on how to build a stove, how to make a fire, and how to put a pot. Under your patient and meticulous guidance, the children will soon smoke from the kitchen, and suddenly smoke will rise in the mountains. After settling down the students, I also quickly set up the stove of the teachers' group, put the pot on it, and then make a fire, but no matter what I do, the fire in the stove just won't burn. At this time, you go to the front of the earthen stove, put the firewood in the stove back on the shelf, light the kindling with a lighter, and then blow air into it with your mouth. Under your fool, the fire in the kitchen really burns brightly. Then he said to me, "Third Sister, you are going to fill the stove with firewood. That won't work. As the saying goes,' People should be loyal and the fire should be hollow'. After lunch, we went to the hillside with the students to pick some winter jasmine flowers, made them into garlands and put them on our heads. Facing the sunshine, we sat with the students. It was so cute. Everybody started the song competition. Don't look at the seriousness of your face at ordinary times. At this time, although you are big and tall, you look really like a big boy, with a pure smile on your face, which is particularly handsome and beautiful against the yellow garland. I can't remember whether Teacher Zhang or Lao Tan took this touching scene for us in time. This photo is our only photo.

Sun Jianjun, a teacher at Yingxiu Primary School. The earthquake was in its prime. A lively and cheerful, wide-ranging, modest and frank. Like an elf on the basketball court, you can see your handsome and slender figure all over the court. You are a good striker, aiming at the basket "brush, brush, brush …" and you will score goals. Every time you play ball, the one who gets hurt the most is on time, because the other side will stare at you. A trumpet can blow up many touching melodies in your mouth, handsome boy. Last year 5. I met your family of three at the gate of the retirement home where your parents lived during the long vacation, and you said hello to me at that time. Who knows you left unexpectedly two weeks later. Because of your departure, your mother can't afford to get sick. I don't know how she is now. But don't worry, everything will pass, so you can watch her in heaven!

Liu Bo, a math teacher at Yingxiu Primary School. He was under 4 when the earthquake struck. Simple and intelligent, simple and sincere. Good at housework and a model husband.

Lian Fang (Lian Fufang), a math teacher at Yingxiu Primary School. Outgoing, warm and generous, laughing and laughing, speaking in a loud voice, like a boy.

Zhou nengju, a teacher at Yingxiu primary school. Usually few words, simple and handsome. Although he is not very tall, he is a rare basketball genius, flying around like a swallow on the court. Cover, shoot, dribble, and do everything well. How can you do without you on the court? Although you were lucky enough to dig out from the ruins, you were so badly injured that you left your young daughter and injured wife with regret.

Arisha, art teacher at Yingxiu Primary School. My son was only a few years old when the earthquake happened. I met you when I transferred from Yingxiu Primary School to Xuankou Primary School. Young and beautiful, dressed in fashion, with a doll-like face, she is a very trendy modern woman. The only photo with you is a commemorative photo when I was studying in the county. Because of immigration, you were transferred to Yingxiu Primary School through your relationship. At that time, the teachers in Xuankou Primary School thought you were very lucky, but who knew it was the result? I hope you are happy, young, beautiful and fashionable in the sky.

Gu Xuemin, a music teacher at Yingxiu Primary School. He died with his daughter during the earthquake, about the same age as Arisha. I also met at Xuankou Primary School, and later immigrated to Yingxiu Primary School with my husband. Deep, fashionable, trendy, good at singing and dancing, and a little introverted. The only photo I have left here is that of all the teachers of Xuankou Primary School who traveled to Sanjiang Pandar Forest Park that year.

Li Ying, a teacher at Xuankou Middle School. At the time of the earthquake, he was in his prime, and men of this age were the pillars of his family and unit. Used to be someone I cared for. Our daughter lost her only father in the world forever because of your departure. When I was sure that you had left, my feelings in my heart were very complicated. Whether you hated me or not, at that moment my tears were shed for you. After all, we once had so many wonderful pasts, and your kindness, your love and your pet … vividly appeared in front of my eyes. You once loved me sincerely, but unfortunately, we didn't have the fate to live forever. You should rest assured that your present wife has found a good home. You will bless her in heaven to live a good life and be happy! I also wish you happiness in another world!

Dong Yan, I should call my sister, my classmate's wife. After buying out the length of service from CCB, she is a lovely woman who is simple and kind, cheerful and loves to laugh at home. I was resting in my room during the earthquake. Lao Tan told me that you were the penultimate one in Yingxiu Primary School and Lianfang was the last one to find it. At that time, when Lao Tan told me about you, his eyes were full of tears, but it could be seen that he was holding back his tears. Since you and your mother left at the same time, Lao Tan has aged a lot, his hair is white and his face is gaunt. However, he is very strong, brimming with inner pain and sadness, and cooperating with the surviving teachers in the school to find the victims in the ruins and transfer the injured. After the students were transferred, he asked the surviving teachers to move to a safe place with the help of the army, but he never left. Until all the people were arranged, he insisted on doing the aftermath there alone. On June 1st, when I went to Yingxiu to look for my daughter's father, he accompanied me to Yuzixi Mountain to worship the dead. I stood next to the tomb of the fourth pit on the mountain, looking at the bodies scattered with lime, neatly arranged layer by layer, and covered with dark gray shroud. My heart has no feeling, no tears in my eyes and my heart is no longer sad. The only thing is that I feel difficult to breathe, my heart is suffocating, and I am suffocating. Lao Tan's voice is also vague, intermittent and intermittent, and I didn't listen carefully. A cool breeze blew over and blew away the burnt-out paper money ash and candle ash beside the pit. The evil wind was miserable. What a sad and sad picture. Lao Tan urged me to say, "Let's get out of here! It's not good for you. In the future, an earthquake park will be built here and a monument will be carved. Come back then! " I walked down the hillside with him and my daughter blankly, and he kept me in the car before I was relieved to get busy with my work. Looking at the back of his departure, I felt sad and sad, and there was a heat flow in my eyes, and I let it flow.

As I write this, I am exhausted, my heart is heavy, and my arm is so heavy that I have a hard time picking it up. This is because I miss you-my friends, colleagues, brothers and sisters. I am suffocating because I miss you like a flood. I searched and searched inside, but I couldn't see anything except fresh faces passing by before my eyes, which made me feel confused and panicked. Gradually, those smiling faces that were fresh just now blurred and disappeared, and finally there was nothing. Leaving me alone in the empty room, sitting in front of the computer, facing the cold screen, I want to cry without tears, want to shout silence, just face the screen silently, tapping the keyboard gently and writing these words. "Last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off, and people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." The living still exist, and the dead have gone. May the victims of the "5.12" earthquake rest in peace in heaven.

Someone once said, "A deep memory is to put a seal on your heart."