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11月3日,这个敏感的日子已过去一段时间了,独坐在电脑旁,摊开在桌上的是五百多张11月3目到9日期间自己所拍摄的图片,橘红的抢险服,洁白的口罩,余烟未了的断墙残砾,挂满尘土的疲倦面孔,红色、黄色、绿色和白色焦急地晃动着的头盔和一具具废墟里惨不忍睹的躯体…… 我的心又一次在抽搐,仿佛又闻到了那股烧焦的气味,看到了那双双焦急的眼睛,听到了那惨烈的泣沥声,还有那漫天的白绢伴着哀乐在飘着冷雨的初冬上空飘荡……
November 3, this sensitive day has passed for some time, sitting alone next to the computer, spread out on the table is more than 500 November 3 to 9 during the photo taken by himself, the red rescue service , A white masks, more than a smoke of broken wall debris, covered with dust tired face, red, yellow, green and white rocking helmet and anxiously a rubble body ... ... my heart again Once in the convulsions, as if smelled the smell of that burning charcoal, saw both anxious eyes, heard the tragic weeping sound, there is the sky with white silk accompanied by grief in the early winter drifting cold drift……