A few Beijing Television Station’s reporters came. Some drove an interview truck. The moment they got off, they pointed their cameras to the top of the building.
“Come down!”
“Everyone will help you!”
“Yang Lian! Come down first!”
“If you die, who is to take care of your parents?”
Everyone used all sorts of words, but the girl up there remained unmoved.
Suddenly, something happened. Yang Lian lifted herself with both her arms and stood up on the top of the building, “Thank you. Goodbye.”
“Ah!”
“She’s jumping!”
“Oh no, oh no!”
“Little Lian! No! No!”
The leading policeman tried his best to shout into the walkie-talkie, “Move!”
“There’s no time anymore! It’s too far!” The other side of the walkie-talkie replied in a hurry.
At this moment, many people covered their eyes. At this moment, everyone was feeling extremely grieved!
A child, a young girl in her twenties, actually chose to end her life, so as not to burden her parents or trouble her family. This sounded simple, but how many people in the entire world would do that? She was extremely filial!
No one wanted her to die!
At this moment, everyone was out of options!
A few reporters and cameramen also revealed doleful looks!
Many doctors and nurses who had interacted with Yang Lian in the hospital over the past few days even teared up. They were crying!
At that split moment, Zhang Ye had already arrived behind a few policemen. With a grab, he took a loudspeaker from a policeman and spoke out to Yang Lian, who was about to jump down the next second. Zhang Ye was not long-winded, nor did he preach. He only said a poem and did not say it slowly or quickly. His tone was very calm, “When cobwebs sealed my stove without mercy; When the smoldering embers lamented poverty; I didn’t yield, but smoothed out the ashes of despair; And with the lovely snow I wrote: In the future we trust.”
Yang Lian stopped in her motions and looked downstairs with a surprise. She looked at the person reciting the poem downstairs!
The police were angry, “What are you doing?”
“Who let you say anything? You grabbed my loudspeaker?” Another policeman charged forward.
But immediately following that, an old police leader blocked him, “Don’t move. Let him speak!”
Zhang Ye looked upstairs and exchanged gazes with Yang Lian, “When my purple grapes turned into the late fall dew; When in somebody else’s bosom I found my flowers lay; I didn’t yield, but with a vine withered and frosty; I wrote on this dismal land: In the future we trust.”
Saying that, Zhang Ye slowly walked a few steps towards her. His hands were raised into the sky, as if he was grabbing the sun, “With my finger, I’ll point to the waves rolling to the horizon; With my hands, I’ll hold the vast sea that props up the sun; And wielding a pen so nice and warm in the morning glow; In a childish handwriting, I’ll write: In the future we trust.”
Everyone was stunned!
A young man with such a mighty poem had made the entire area silent!
Zhang Ye smiled. “The reason why I have absolute trust in the future is because I trust the eyes of the future beings, who have eyelashes that bat off the dust of history and pupils that pierce through writings of years past. No matter how people think of our rotten flesh; The gloom of being led astray, and the anguish of defeat; Be they moved to tears in profound sympathy; Or shooting a sneer or even a sharp ridicule. I have no doubt that people will judge our backbone; Our countless quests, bungles, failures, and successes; With enthusiasm, in all fairness and objectivity!”
“Yes, anxiously I’m awaiting their judgement.”
“Trust firmly in the future, my friends.”
“Trust in our unyielding effort!”
“Trust in the victory of youthfulness over death!”
“Trust in the future, and cherish life.”