看着眼前的火,看着火上的锅,我怎么使劲,还是止不住硬是要溢出来的眼泪。我们心中有了对这片土地的热爱,眼中才会含有泪水,那是因为她,在生养着一代代善良又朴实的人们。我在雅安,不想把笔触伸向任何血染的肉身,生命不仅平等,更值得敬畏。我是真心不愿意,让生命颜色有丝毫偏离洁净的地方。面对这一切,我都想强忍住泪水,保持安静。安静,不代表没有悲伤。我以为,在告别喧嚣之后,感受到的悲悯,有着更能够唤醒人性的力量。然 Looked at the fire in front of, watching the pot on the fire, how hard I, or stop hard to overflow tears. The love of this land in our hearts has only tears in our eyes. It is because of her that she has a good, simple people who have lived for generations. I am in Ya’an. I do not want to extend my brushwork to any blood-stained body. Life is not only equal, but it is even more reverential. I really do not want to, let the color of life have the slightest deviation from the clean place. In the face of all this, I want to hold back tears and keep quiet. Quiet, does not mean there is no sadness. I think after feeling farewell to the hustle and bustle, the feeling of compassion has more power to awaken humanity. Of course