As a wanderer studying abroad, life has been dull in the past few years. If it weren't for April and May, my mood would have been as good as the name of the place I lived

"Peaceful" until he returns home peacefully. I never expected that in the two months of late spring and early summer, I, who seemed to live in the most prosperous city in the world, was shocked by my heart twice.

As an amateur who writes novels all year round, I am accustomed to seeing all kinds of joys and sorrows arranged by myself for the characters in the book, life and death, and my man's heart has become like iron.

I never thought that one day, my eyes would also flash with tears that I had not seen for a long time...... The first of these two tear-jerking shocks was in Nagano on April 26.

It is known that the day of the 2008 Beijing Olympic Flame arrived in Nagano, Japan. On that day, under the organization of the Chinese Alumni Association of the full-day class, I rushed to Nagano to guard the upcoming flame.

Departing in the early hours of the morning, arriving in Nagano at five o'clock, the Olympic torch was lit in front of me at ten o'clock, when the Chinese students in front of them waved the national flag and roared

"Come on, Beijing!" - at this time, I couldn't help but yell along, and as in the cliché of the novel, in the fluttering red flag boiling slogan, I

"Feelings are like a flood that has opened the floodgates", before the hippie smiling face was busy greeting and taking pictures, but at this time, his nose suddenly became sore, and he yelled with tears in his eyes.

Maybe I am not immersed in the scene, I don't understand that feeling bursts out of my heart; the heartfelt cry is hoarse, this Olympic Games, this Beijing, this has never been so beautiful five-star red flag, represents the personality and existence of me, a specific Chinese.

I was so moved by its dignity that I even burst into tears! The second time was on the dark day of May 12.

The catastrophe struck in an instant, and tens of thousands of fresh creatures were buried in the ruins in an instant.

In the days after the disaster, the first thing I did on the Internet was to check the progress of the disaster relief. If you see the good news of the success of the rescue, you will be happy for the living, and if you see the number of casualties rising, you will frown and your grief will rise from the bottom of your heart.

Similar to the Olympic flame last month, this time it was another shock to my heart. Although I am far away from the ocean, I don't know how many miles apart, looking at all kinds of sad and moving reports after the disaster, I can hear the voice of the rise of the motherland.

At 14:28 on May 19, I was in the research institute, ignoring the surprised eyes of the Japanese students around me, standing in front of the window facing the southwest and bowing my head in silence for three minutes: I am a descendant of China, a citizen of China, no matter where I am, I will breathe and share the same fate with thousands of compatriots of the motherland; we are always together!

As for this earthquake, I have been monitoring the reactions of Japanese people in Japan, and I have even had some allergies.

For example, on May 15, I was on a business trip in Hokkaido, and I finished eating at a restaurant in front of Hakodate Station in the evening.

While I was eating, I saw that NHK Hokkaido TV was broadcasting the news about the Sichuan earthquake on the TV in the restaurant, and suddenly I heard two Japanese people eating at a table behind me chuckle slightly - at that moment, I really turned around, staring at them and listening carefully to what they said.

Fortunately, what I heard later was that the two co-workers were not watching TV, they were just discussing work.

In Japan, I have seen that the attitude of the whole people towards the Sichuan earthquake is almost the same as that reported in China.

Most of the major supermarket chains and convenience stores have donation boxes, and it is not uncommon to see many Japanese elementary school students donating to them.

As for myself, the secretariat of the graduate school of my research institute quickly sent me an e-mail asking if my hometown was in or near Sichuan - perhaps the Japanese subconsciously did not realize the huge geography of China, so they would ask near Sichuan; but in any case, I could see from this urgent e-mail that once I was a Chinese near the earthquake, they would help.

A few days ago, on the mailing list of Chinese people living in Japan, I received a message about a disaster relief charity performance. At 17 o'clock on May 25, a charity concert for the Sichuan Disaster Relief Charity Performance, jointly sponsored by Huayilian, Sichuan Association, New Overseas Chinese Association, and Chinese General Chamber of Commerce, will be held at the Roppongi Gymnasium in Tokyo.

Naturally, I will also go to the party at that time, and when I feel the strong sincere feelings, I will also offer my small heart.

At this point, a monsoon wind from the ocean is blowing outside the window. The humid moisture of the Pacific Ocean in early summer instantly blew cold my skin.

Suddenly, my mood was a little sad, so I stopped writing. I'm going to pick up a glass of aged Shaoxing Huadiao wine from a Chinese store and salute and pour it in the southwest direction.

May the deceased rest in peace, the living be healthy, and the mountains and rivers of the land of Bashu will be bright as soon as possible...... (Text/Guan Pingchao)