I walk out from the death

Posted by Yuka as World

The moment of death should be such-and-such,when we felt that the world was enormous and human was chickenshit.If I had a pair of wings,i would open the window immediately,and flew in the sky after escaping from the room.I was thrown out by a fierce shake,when crash souds through the earth and my room started to sing songs,going with the dance of desks,chairs,shoes and bed.My god,the room swang intensely with 20 centimetre amplitude…Just now,I had dreamed about fairy ,when I saw beautiful palace,and implored to enter in,but fairys had contemptuous faces and considered me unqualified.Certainly,I was abanded in the gulf,and i can only shouted,flourishing extremity without direction.I dare not believe that I meet the judgment day suddenly when I set feet on the floor.
I became athrob because my first thought told me that the building would soon collapse. I thougt I saw the roof closed with me fast,ferroconcrete was resisting to distort.I ran away from my room in the ninth floor.Although I would die,I wanted to represent that I had struggled with disaster.When I staggered to the doorway,a cold wind from the window blew my body.I realized that I only worn scanties,and I was not willing to die like a drowned mouse,so I returned to my room and grasped trousers to put on confusedly,glancing brothers’ room.Wenwen’s room is open，but Xiaoli’s room is closed.I shouted aloud,”run,run,Xiaoli,the fucking building is falling down.”As my brother creditably,soon I found he ran over with the fastest speed sideling.

As soon we ran towards downstairs,as I thought insolently that I woundn’t die and fairy sisiters wouldn’t need me.When I ran over one floor,the building stopped shaking.Then I stopped,too,and I felt a little disappointed suddenly.I knew I could renew to hold my destiny.Standing back me,Xiaoli asked me whether I had the key of room.Sure not!Xiaoli went back the house to fetch the key,then we continued running with acute heartbeat and whoop.At that time,If I could overlook in the high place,I would saw crowd rolling in the ground from each building,I thought.Besides,if some dark clouds and lightning came,the end of world would also come.However,I had seen Azrael’s eyes in the air remained a little sympathy which saved the whole city.When he went away,eternal sorrow,love and hate,dreariness and accidie,arrogance and prejudice returned to the world.The sky was still Jiu Jiang’s sky,and our lives should be on and on.Instantaneous life and death was only momentary in the billowing Yangtze River.Fortunately,oxygen circulated yet in my body.
Official report was ealier than predict.Before long,all of us knew that there was an earthquake with five point six magnitude in Jiu Jiang,in the moring of November 26th,2005.And twelve persons died,several hundreds persons injured…

(II)
How much was true in the world,and who could treat anyone as trueness?God didn’t regard earthquake as disaster,earthling didn’t think that god would bestow them disaster,too.And then,In an autumn day,2005,the flavor which the air overflew had its special vagueness in this time.The earthquake hadn’t brougt panic and disturbance for the city,but also the days became jollier,and gentle people got together in any an open place such as the brim of lake and river,the edge of road.In that day,the demand for melon seeds rose tremendously,and tents were sold out momentarily,and many persons crowded in eating houses insanely.The earthquake could promoted the economy in this city by chance… Maybe,I affected crowd’s emotion,or the crowd affected my emotion.The earthquake made us bored singularly.When we felt that we could hold our life firmly,anything recovered common that the air and sunshine didn’t have close heart and comfort over again.

At night of November 28th,the street was happy,and that time was memorable, with the companies of many people.Unfortunately,bored people decided to make some boring matter,and all of us were full of unhealthy believes.If our destinies were arranged by god,we would think that anyone who must die couldn’t live,and vice versa.Therewithal,my brothers and I found a luxury place to enjoy our so-called last supper,then we went back to the ninth floor resolutely,and prepared spending an brilliant night.Standing on the ninth floor,and seeing the black sky with solitude,our light represented our survival in the edge of Yangtze River,as only one beacon,and absentminded night extended infinitely with little terrestrial protechny in the great mass of bulidings.

Sleeping came up on time in the mah-jong desk,then we went to sleep without unease.Alcohol couldn’t hocus us,but we hocused alcohol.As the story goes,the earthquake befell in Tang Shan in the late of night,blowing the city liking gust,and it took earthling’s lives forever.At this night in Jiu Jiang,wind might blow us,too,and take us away the world leisurely,I thought.

Except that it was still a sunny day,when we were awaked by bright sun.