A poetic light on the heroic act

In Liangshan, no matter how great the danger is, how long the dark night, my friends will always have a pure moment at the fire scene. Just like this time, at the Muli fire site with an altitude of more than 3,800 meters, fresh snowflakes drifted down upon them, so that even the campsite had a fresh dusting of powdery snow. My brothers in the campsite cheered instantly, whistling, screaming and singing, while snowflakes drifting through the air. All complaints and discomforts disappeared or went away with the wind at that moment. Even if everyone knew that snowflakes would stop in about a minute, it was an touching moment that hit our soft spot with the purest innocence.

I put down the camera in my hand and just wanted to immerse myself in this moment.

Wang said:"After I came out alive, nothing matters."