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7月是个多雨的季节,一场蒙蒙细雨消减了夏日的炎炎酷暑。坐在乘客杂乱空气污浊的长途客车上,看着如画的绿野被雨水淋湿后满世界的苍翠,心情顿然好了许多。一路上,破旧的大客车前面的雨刷有气无力地左右摇摆着,但依然刷不净那模糊不清的挡风玻璃。我们二人就这样一路走进了唐山的地界。30年前的1976年7月28日,一场罕见的大地震将有着雄厚工业基础的唐山在顷刻间夷为一片废墟,24万人在这场灾难中丧生。我们走进唐山的时候距这场灾难的30周年纪念日仅仅还有3天。但是,我们却是为了另
July is a rainy season, a drizzle diminished summer heat. Sitting in the clutter of air passenger bus, watching the picturesque green field after being wet with rain covered the world’s green, feeling suddenly better. Along the way, the wipers in front of the shabby buses swayed with gas weakness, but they still brushed off the vague windshield. The two of us went all the way into the realm of Tangshan. Thirty-seven years ago, on July 28, 1976, a rare earthquake hit Tang, a city with a strong industrial base, in an instant, ruined and 240,000 people were killed in the disaster. When we entered Tangshan, there was only three days left from the 30th anniversary of this disaster. However, we are for another