我们从不缺少纪念日,只是缺少真正的纪念大地裂开了口子,只给呼吸留一条小缝隙。庞大且不断攀升的数字,像一只铁钳,扼住国人的喉咙,层层叠叠的生命,压得人喘不过气。十万平方公里土地上的同胞,分为死难者和幸存者。十三亿人泪水的滂沱,比震后的洪灾来得更猛烈、更汹涌。那时的我们一心一意地认为,这一刻永远不会忘却。 We never miss a memorial day, just missing a real memorial to the earth and opening a hole, leaving only a small gap in breathing. The huge and ever-increasing numbers, like a iron-tong, strangled the throat of the people, the layers of life, overwhelmed. Hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land on the compatriots, divided into victims and survivors. The torrential tears of 1.3 billion people have come even more violently and surging than the floods after the earthquake. At that time, we wholeheartedly believed that this moment will never be forgotten.