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Graduated from high school when I was eighteen years old. The family economy into extreme embarrassment predicament. Brother to pay off debt, maintain one family life, put one's foot down to Yunnan for an architectural woodwork.
Brother work just seven days fell from the two floor. Although the life pick up the back, thigh and left arm was broken into comminuted fracture. Hospitalizations for months.
One family weep and sob sad. Borrow all around just before I went to Yunnan travel together.
Every day I live in the middle of strange language, between the hospital and the site.
The first job is to wash the lime. The hot lime and water in a waterproof gloves not good situation, wash two days, my hands and feet are bite the skin. Red meat pain made in lime bite down. I have to request a change of work. So labor contractor to transfer me to dig a ditch.
 Yunnan clay is jet black mud, and is one that has no bottom, dug a deep but became sand flow. The soil is sandy, the more soft. Collapse of the shadow are enveloped in each person's heart.
So dig ditch work is often from the hilltop poor Hani man.
The reason I did not hesitate to join to dig ditch ranks, is because I always have this class suffer poor Hani man as my class brothers, and I also do not understand the danger of digging the ditch.
They also regard me as one of their own. Not because I am "hate Sichuan mouse" (Hani people call for some of their discrimination Sichuan people) and away from me. More time on my situation to send and sympathy, help me to deal with the boss.
At noon, the overseer in cubits high ground to talk to the ditch, rest for five minutes.
Hani man told a story, just I can eat with appetite, "bang bang". Landslide. The beam with joy of man was on the earth! I don't understand what happened, and a mud mountain collapse buried my lower body. The hard soil and knocked my whole body numb. I reached out my hand to the buried Hani man pulled out. But can not think of their vitality is very strong, even from the soil arch out. Pat the soil body, then ran to pull me up. I tell them to escape. I can't stand up. When I feel my legs have been unable to bear weight, I realized that my legs are broken. "Wow" sound burst into tears, I like the wolf as the months of encounter sadness into shouting: "I've broken my leg!......"
On the ground of the supervisor and the boss all the relatives to scold me. Said I was lying, but will play the fool bucket. I wronged, disappointed, I never felt so humiliated. No matter how I cry copy from rolia, regardless of how I was unable to move, they never come to my rescue, only a lot of me to hurry up, or another piece of mud will fall down, I'd be dead. I know if I don't go up, may at any time to die here, but I really can't move.
I had to put my eyes looked around on the ground of the villagers. But the words of villagers makes me sad despair. The villagers said: "don't pretend, to flee!" This sentence like a sword deeply penetrating my heart.
As I was desperate, the buried climb out in the soil of the Hani and man, in their escape from the dangerous bench looked back and saw I was still in place, and then jumped into the ditch to fold back, without demur, will I take on the shoulder, through countless gully, like the war back on the prowl in the trenches of the warriors, put me back on the ground. Just gently put me down, that where I stood again "rumbling" even the collapse of two mud mountain.
I am saved. Pull the class Hani man's hand, I Speechless tears. In this An important juncture of life and death, is the eyes of others "Ma coot" (people of Hani people call on discriminatory) will be my death from the hands, regardless of their own lives saved. What can I say thank you with pale language? The people in the crowd called noble people, where your conscience went! |
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