My Memory about Earthquake(1)
In 1976, a very large earthquake hit the sleeping city of Tangshan. In Shi Jiazhuang, people could feel the shaking,too. At that time I was only a seven-year-old girl, that earthquake left very horrible impression on many people. But to me, that earthquake brought me so many experiences for the first time. They made me excited, also gave me sadness that would be remembered to the end of my life.
In that sleeping night after blue light thrilled through(闪过）sky, I was swathed in the quilt by a uncle who was our neighbour, he hugged me in his arms and rush out. When I waked up, many people sat on the ground, in the east a weak sun light send out, one side of sky was lighter than another, soon after it gradually became lighter, this was my first experience that I saw the process of sun rising in my life, I was very curious and excited!
After a few days, because there always were some aftershocks, most of families set up the temporary tents. In the evening we were asleep in the tent. Lit a candle, sometimes I and my good friends played cards, sometimes we look up the dark sky and counted stars, that sky was so beautiful, it seemed be a black carpet sewed many twinkling pearl, sometimes we read a book for children together... in our side there were not only our parents but also so fine and peaceable nature, cicadas were ``zhi zhi``, crickets were tweeting, stars were winking... that was my first experience that I slept under the sky, I had never the chance that I was nearer to the nature!
But when people from disaster area was nestled down in temporary building of my parents unit, I truly felt what was pain, what was dead. My grandama is a very kind woman, she often brought me there and sent them some fruit or nice food. In room there were many wounded person, some have lost one leg, some have wounded their arm, some moaned and groaned. Their family had torn to pieces, they told their story with tears, then smiled to me through their tears again because they were afraid to frighten me. My grandma always left there with red eyes every time. Later they got well gradually. One day, the bus would take them away, they would leave Shi Jiazhuang and return to their hometown. Many people saw them off, those uncles and aunties shouted in tears,``Chairman Mao, Long Live!``, I cried and cried... That bus became littler and littler...
The earthquake in 1976,I will never forget it.
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