Spring Returns Yingxiu
Tianbengshi
Take National Highway 213 into Yingxiu Town, Wenchuan, and use the temporary road repaired to bypass the main road that collapsed during the earthquake. Not far from Baihua Bridge, you can see the "Tian Beng Shi" standing on the roadside. At the moment of the "5.12" earthquake in 2008, this huge stone 11 meters long, 8 meters high and 3 meters wide jumped out of the embrace of the mountain, fell from the sky, faced the source of the earthquake, and struck upside down between the Minjiang River and Duwen Road like a thunderbolt. between. Nowadays, huge and deep words "5.12 epicenter" have been chiselled on it, which has become the symbol of the Yingxiu earthquake. People told me that the source of the earthquake was in the mountains on the other side of the road. It would take at least half a day to climb up from here and back. Because of the tight schedule, I had to give up the idea of ??going up the mountain.
This was March 2010, when I was assigned to interview Yingxiu Aid Construction.
However, the opportunity came unexpectedly. On the afternoon of the second day after I arrived in Yingxiu, I went to Niuquangou to randomly interview villagers. By the barrier lake upstream, a dark man riding a motorcycle asked me to sit behind him, hug his waist, and walk along the winding road. The trail along the cliff took me hundreds of meters up the hillside to the top of a canyon.
What appears in front of us indifferently is what the locals call Lianhuagou - the epicenter of the Wenchuan earthquake.
At that earth-shaking moment that suddenly came nearly two years ago, all the mountains were beating like crazy. Dust fog and loud noises filled the sky and earth with darkness. The original high mountain sunk down and a basin was created. The source of the earthquake was like an active volcano. Mountain-sized boulders erupted hundreds of meters high, fell to the east side of the mountain, and left huge scars on the mountainside. They were ejected at extremely high speeds, bouncing at both ends of the canyon, and then flew away. Down, the mountains on both sides were flattened by these flying boulders. In a few seconds, a canyon hundreds of meters deep and several miles long was almost filled. The waterfall that was more than 100 meters high suddenly became more than ten meters high. Up and down the mountain, all the wealth accumulated by mankind through thousands of years of labor suddenly turned into ashes; how many lives created by mankind through thousands of years of reproduction instantly turned into ghosts.
The whole world was stunned.
The dark man who took me to the top of Lianhua Valley was working in the fields at the time. When the dark nightmare passed, he saw that the hillside with its towering trees and terraced fields had turned into the shape of smooth, snow-white lotus petals as if it had been cut with a knife; his old house with a wood and stone structure leaning on the hillside Completely collapsed, parents, wife and children have gone forever. I know that in a disaster area, I shouldn’t touch the pain immersed in the deep darkness at will. He took the initiative to tell me this. As we were talking about this, we were standing in front of the ruins of the old house. He is calm. He has been strong enough to face the days that fate has given him. Transporting outsiders up and down mountains on motorcycles is his current livelihood. He believes that when Yingxiu's reconstruction is completed, things will get better soon.
I didn’t ask his name. In Yingxiu, any local you meet can tell a series of heartbreaking stories, and everyone can tell a series of thrilling stories. main character. I looked at his pale face: simple, gloomy, sad, but still stoic.
Just like that piece of sky-collapsing stone standing majestically between the river and the mountain.
Gelsanghua
At the end of the broken Baihua Bridge, a parking lot was leveled on the hillside of Zhangjiaping Village. There is a row of local villagers' stalls nearby, one of which is her stall.
Her father is Han and her mother is Tibetan, so she has two names: one named by her father, "Xu Hongyan"; the other named by her mother, "Kelsang Jingzhu". When she was born, the family was very poor. Her father sent her away, but her mother was reluctant to let her go and took her back. Later, her mother felt that she could no longer support her and sent her away again. This time, her father was reluctant to let her go and took her back again. That year, there was a big flood in the Minjiang River. Her father changed the name "Xu Hongyan" he had given her to "Xu Hongyan" and said, "You are as lucky as a swallow flying out of the flood."
She likes the name her father changed for her and would like others to call her "Xu Hongyan". She was really as strong as her father wanted her to be.
After graduating from junior high school, I went out to work as a waiter in a hotel in the Siguniang Mountain tourist area. I was later promoted to foreman and later to deputy manager. Later, she went to visit her cousin at a construction site and met her current husband, who worked as a foreman at that construction site.
He was the one who got me hooked, she said with a smile. We can all hear the love in her heart. Later, she gave up her role as "assistant manager" and went to the construction site where her husband worked to do laundry and cook. Later, she gave birth to her current daughter. Then, there was the earthquake. While her husband stayed at the construction site to earn money to support the family, she took her daughter back to Yingxiu and set up this stall. My husband is from Neijiang. We asked her why she didn’t go to Neijiang. She lowered her head and was silent for a long time. Finally she raised her face and said: I want to accompany them. They were all in the house during the earthquake.
We were silent. "They" are of course her father who gave her the names "Xu Hongyan" and "Xu Hongyan", and her mother who gave her the name "Gelsang Jingzhu". She likes the name "Xu Hongyan", and she also likes the name "Gelsang Jingzhu". Because she likes Gesang flowers.
I saw the Qiang embroidery she embroidered at the Dongguan Construction Aid Working Group Office and came to interview her. The Qiang embroidery was decorated with a glass frame and placed in the most eye-catching position - white cotton cloth, the unique dark red silk thread of the Qiang people, a single twisted branch with a few single lines of buds, and several rows of the same It was crimson crooked writing.
Small Windmill
North of Yingxiu Town, on the hillside called "Dapo" by locals, is the "Wenchuan '5·12' Earthquake Victims Cemetery" built spontaneously by people ”, standing here you can overlook the entire town, and you can see this cemetery from any corner of the town.
The increasing number of tombstones have been wiped spotless. A tombstone is just a memorial. The person resting under the tombstone is not the person named on the tombstone. The memorial candles trembled in the wind, and the melted candle tears kept dripping into the dust. Rows of mounds surrounded by flowers and paper money looked desolately at the unrecognizable past homes and surviving relatives.
Lao Hu, 69, and Lao Ma, 65, are the gravekeepers. From the day the cemetery was officially named in June last year, they began to accompany the thousands of souls who died in the Yingxiu earthquake.
Lao Hu and Lao Ma’s home is in the wooden house in Yuzixi Village, 200 to 300 meters away from the cemetery. Every day at dawn, they each carry a broom and walk out of their house, sweeping from the steps at the entrance of the village to the road down the mountain. When it gets dark, the scattered paper money will be collected and burned, and the extinguished candles will be lit one by one. No one checked their attendance, and none of them had watches. When the music from the temporary school at the foot of the mountain sounded, they went home to eat. Lao Ma didn't know how to smoke, but he had a lighter in his pocket. When mourners burned paper and incense, he took the initiative to hand it over.
Every day people from all over the country and the world come here to pay their respects. Lao Hu and Lao Ma quietly watched the people coming and going: how a town cadre who came every week carved on the tombstone of his 9-year-old daughter one stroke at a time: the pain of family will never be forgotten; a girl from Yingxiu Primary School How did the teacher scatter the colorful New Year's cards to the old principal and students under the Nine Springs; and that little windmill! The colorful little windmill with a sunflower pattern on it rotates rapidly whenever the wind blows. Behind the windmill is not a smiling face, but a cold tombstone.
When they wake up in the middle of the night, they often burst into tears.
The mountains on all sides are covered with mist, and there is still a hint of chill in the dazzling sunshine.
The Minjiang River and Yuzi River are rolling and rushing at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of rapids is still there. I listen while gazing, remain silent while listening, and cry in silence. For the lives and beauty lost.
"Yingxiu", this place name reminds people of graceful and graceful southern women. Surrounded by mountains, the forest is lush and lush all year round. The Ancient Tea Horse Road looms in the mountains. The Minjiang River flows straight down from the high snow-capped mountains, singing happily all the way through the town. When it reaches the center of the town, another Yuzi River joins the chorus. Yingxiu people were once very satisfied and thought they were a paradise.
The earthquake shattered all of this in an instant. Yingxiu is unfortunate. People already know too much about this earthquake, too much blood, too many tears, too many regrets, and too much to bear to look back on.
Yingxiu is lucky again.
The earthquake made the whole of China and the whole world aware of this small town in the mountains. Love from all over China and the world formed a rolling torrent, and it continuously poured into the epicenter Yingxiu.
Another spring is here! The vitality that no one can extinguish is emerging vigorously. Even the trees that were broken by the mountain collapse still sprouted green buds. The most unimaginable thing is that under the blue sky and white clouds, on the rocky hillside, here and there, there are fluffy and clusters of rapeseed flowers standing up everywhere. Under the increasingly warm sunshine, they are exceptionally bright and bright. Who sowed the seeds? It should be the bright smile of Mother Earth who has suffered great damage!
On the flat dams on both sides of the Minjiang River and Yuzi River, the blue and white of large tracts of board houses and the red of construction workers' safety helmets constitute the main colors of the show. The construction assistance project is progressing smoothly. A modern town that combines Tibetan, Qiang and European styles has begun to take shape.
The little windmill on the cemetery is still the same as before, spinning with the speed of time every day. And the sun that shines on it is new every day.