A short article is written in memory of the day 10 years ago.

It was yesterday 12th May that marks the 10th Anniversary of Wenchuan Earthquake. The scenes, documented in the videos brought back memory for me, tears welling up from my eyes again. It has been 10 years. I can still remember the day when the 8.0-magnitude earthquake struck our province, our city. The day before the calamity was as usual as any other day in the past till the moment the Earthquake happened which truly jolted half of China and even Southeastern Asia. 

At that year, at that time, two minutes remained to the first lesson in the afternoon, we were playing and running around our classroom. All of a sudden, with classroom beginning to shaking, we stood still, at a loss, seeing the concrete chunk falling from the ceiling. After rushing out of the teaching building, we convened together on the playground in front of the buildings that were still swinging, constructed in the 1960s. Fortunately, they did not collapse, no death recorded in my school. A year later 1st September, our new school was topped out, after the final exams of Grade Five, our last photo in provisional boarding primary school was captured.

Ten years wore on, but everything still exists clearly in my memory. Disasters have no emotion, but people do. With the help of Chinese compatriots, people's lives in disaster influenced areas have returned to normal, even better than before.