Departing from Chengdu at 7:30 in the morning, passing Dujiangyan and arriving at Yingxiu, the wreckage of the earthquake is vividly witnessed. In 2008, the Wenchuan earthquake can still see the horrors of the year. Standing in front of the wreckage of Xuankou Middle School, a kind of grief is alive and incomparable. In the face of natural disasters, we are really small and powerless. When I came here, I seem to understand why Chengdu people enjoy life more. Every day of each of us is a gift from heaven, and we should cherish it very much...