My hometown-Chengdu, a bright pearl embedded in the southwest of the motherland, is a city with a long history and beautiful scenery.
Thousands of years of Jinsha site and Sanxingdui civilization are buried underground. There are also Dujiangyan Water Conservancy Project, Du Fu Caotang, Wuhou Temple and many other world-famous monuments. There are beautiful Jiuzhaigou, Xiling Snow Mountain, Emei Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain. There are only a few pandas left in the world. Funan River, the mother river with the world's best living environment award; There are also people's parks, Tazishan Park and Tianfu Square, which are loved by everyone. There is a magical and strange face change here; There is also a bowl of fragrant and refreshing tea here. There is steaming spicy soup here; There are also mouth-watering dragon wonton and leaves. Hard-working and kind Chengdu people live a harmonious, leisurely and happy life here.
But on May 12, all this changed dramatically. When the earth was violently shaken by an earthquake of magnitude 8, many beautiful homes no longer existed, and many of my grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters and children were buried under the rubble. The earth is shaking and people are crying.
Although Chengdu is a little far from the epicenter, the huge earthquake still makes us feel unprecedented panic and fear. When all the teachers and students in our school rushed to the playground at the fastest speed, what caught our eye was still shaking houses, people fleeing for their lives and fire engines roaring and running, and the whole city fell into disaster.
Aftershocks followed one after another. After more than a dozen frightened days and nights, I embarked on the road of visiting relatives with a feeling of sadness and disappointment.
Although I am far away from my hometown and have received meticulous care from many relatives and local school teachers and classmates, my heart is in Chengdu. I miss my school, my teachers, my classmates and thousands of Sichuan compatriots in Qian Qian all the time. Every time I see on TV that this beautiful city in the past has suddenly turned into a hundred flowers, my tears always fall like broken beads. But I firmly believe that the great Sichuan will not give up-the beautiful Chengdu will not give up!
Finally, after two months of long expectation, I returned to my dear hometown-Chengdu. You can still see the horror after the earthquake along the way, but with the care of the CPC Central Committee, the help of brother provinces and cities, and the leadership of the local government, neat prefabricated houses were built next to the ruins, and roads were built on the landslides. Strong and brave people are saving themselves and rebuilding with confidence.
As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait for my father to drive me shopping and visit Wuhou Temple and Du Fu Caotang. It's really emotional to revisit the old place, and everything has recovered so well. Everything we saw along the way was bustling and busy. People's faces were no longer sad during the earthquake, but excited and happy about the upcoming Beijing Olympic Games.