Why am I here? Why come here?

Wang Wen's question came into her ears and into her mind, and Su Mo frowned slightly, as if she was a little distracted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

yes, why am I here?!

I am a young man in his twenties, young and golden, I can stay in the bustling and safe city, hug left and right, talk and laugh, enjoy this world of flowers, at most donate some money like others and send a Weibo, why bother to go to the scene in person like now, not to mention every day tired and bitter, but also to face the threat of aftershocks again and again, but also to see these scenes of life and death, this is not just to be full of self-abuse? !

Hehe, maybe I've read too many books, seen too much history, and become a nerd who worries about the country and the people! All the more because I know that this nation has suffered so much!

For 5,000 years, this nation has never been destroyed along the way, she is tenacious, she is selfless, she is broad, she is magnificent...... But no one can deny that this nation has suffered too much, too many humiliations, and the reason why she has come so far is never by "enjoying Su Mo", but by a Su Mo who puts the country in her heart!

Perhaps, it's just that my heart is too soft to see my compatriots waiting under the dark ruins while I hide in the distance and stand by, because this country is my roots! This nation is my mother! ……

After Wang Wen asked, she saw that Su Mo seemed to be stunned motionless, she wanted to speak, but when she saw the distracted eyes of the man in front of her, she suddenly didn't dare to come out, as if she had a premonition.

Dakang's hand holding the camera subconsciously pinched, and Long Jingyang behind Su Mo also stood silent, as a result, this posture, this atmosphere gradually became contagious, and the people near also stopped their movements, and the people near also stopped, which is like a noisy classroom, where a place suddenly quiets down, and soon everyone will be quiet.

It's just that the rain is a little heavier.

And at this moment, Su Mo's expression moved, raised his head, his eyes were so far away, and his expression was vaguely pathetic, and then, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Suppose I were a bird

I should also sing with a hoarse throat

This land has been battered by storms."

While chanting in a low voice, Su Mo's hand swept towards everything behind him, with a wave of magic, and Dakang's camera followed suit—a few wisps of unquenchable smoke from the drizzle, the ruins and broken walls, the tents like white clouds, and the empty eyes of the survivors, the crying of children, the tired and determined expressions of the soldiers, and the fingers that were as rough as tree roots and had countless cracks......

"This is forever a river of our grief and indignation

This wind of rage blows endlessly

and the incomparable dawn from the woods......"

I don't know why, there is obviously something else to do, but at this moment, everyone silently listened to the poetry recited by this young man, and tears gradually flowed.

"--And then I died

Even the feathers rotted in the ground

Why do I have tears in my eyes

Because I love the land so much! ”

In the last sentence, when the camera turned back to Su Mo, it happened to capture the two lines of tears slowly flowing from his eyes............

"Alas......"

With another sigh, Su Mo turned around and walked away without looking back.

…………

That evening, it was news broadcast time.

In the food stall where the family is buzzing, a table of people, men and women, old and young, are gathering together to eat, and on the TV on the wall, the news broadcast starts on time and quietly.

The focus of the news was the earthquake for a while, and after the announcer introduced the situation, he said: "According to the latest news, yesterday our rescue officers and soldiers have arrived at Tiantangao, one of the most severely affected areas of the earthquake, for rescue, please see the report sent back by this reporter......

Someone just raised his head and glanced at it, and then with a clang, his mouth opened wide, but it was the chopsticks in his hand that fell and smashed on the cup.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Look, this, this isn't Su Wenzong!"

Thunder on the ground!

Everyone looked at the TV suddenly, and saw that the haggard man with a flat head on the TV was not the famous Su Wenzong!

He is really at the scene of the disaster area! How did he become like this?!

“…… What motivates you to do this, you know, it's a very tiring and dangerous thing," a reporter asked from the TV.

Miraculously, the noisy sounds in the restaurant also quieted down, and everyone stared at Su Mo.

“…… And then I died......"

"Because I love the land so much!"

Everyone heard the famous song "I Love This Land", and they all saw the scene of suffering and hope around Su Mo.

Suddenly.

A middle-aged woman covered her mouth and cried: "My parents died in the Tangshan earthquake back then, I miss them so ......much."

Still no one spoke.

Crash!

A man suddenly threw the chopsticks in his hand, stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said: "I can't eat it, I donated a few hundred yuan when the unit was fundraising, and I feel very at ease, but now I know that I am far from enough, because I also love the land under my feet deeply!" Son, go! Go home, turn out your old clothes first, and send them to the children in the disaster area! ”

"Hmm!"

"Me too!"

"Yes, me too"

"All of them are our compatriots!"

"Let's go, go home and get private money!"

One by one, people left, and such scenes were happening in countless places across the country, just after this news broadcast.

As a result, the next day, the number of donations and materials received by charitable relief organizations, both official and non-governmental, surged threefold, especially in the places where the materials were donated......

This is the contagious power of Su Mo and poetry!

Look back at Tiantang Pass.

"What, the Prime Minister wants to see me!"

At noon, Su Mo, who was sitting on a stone eating instant noodle biscuits during the break, raised his head and looked at the tall senior brother Long Jingyang in front of him in amazement.

Long Jingyang stiffened his face and said, "Can I still lie to you, hurry up, follow me!" ”

Su Mo put down the things in his hand, wiped them twice, and then followed Long Jingyang into a tent, where many people were standing, and one of them was a kind old man with glasses, who was not the prime minister of Huaxia today.

"Report to the Prime Minister, Su Mo has come!"

In front of the chief, Long Jingyang maintained the meticulous characteristics of this soldier, and said after saluting.

Su Mo followed, holding the hand that the prime minister had stretched out in advance, and before he could speak, the prime minister had already spoken first, "Su Wenzong!" Sure enough, you are young and promising, this time you have done a good job, you are really a model of youth, a pioneer of gentlemen! ”

These ten words are too heavy, you must know that this is a comment given by the country's leaders, and the official media will definitely vigorously publicize it.

"The prime minister has won the award, what I am doing is just what a Chinese person should do"

"Well, well" The prime minister kept nodding and patting Su Mo's shoulder a few times, obviously liking this young man, "I see, the propaganda effect of your poem is much stronger than that of regular reports, in fact, there is a place that is more suitable for you now, and you will play a greater role there, I don't know if you want to go?" ”

Su Mo was a little confused: "What do you mean?" ”

"Someone wants to secondyou for a few days!"

(To be continued)

(I've repeated it many, many times, I can't be a eunuch, why don't you believe me?) Grievances)