I learned to be strong

There are many people of all kinds in life. There is a 9-year-old second-year junior student who makes me unforgettable because he has taught me to be strong.
His little face has been made dark by the ruthless earthquake. The little eyes were exhausted, as if they were a small flower that was about to fade. Under his ordinary appearance, there is a hot heart hidden.
After the Wenchuan earthquake, the houses fell and the ground was covered with cement, house fragments and steel bars. All of their classmates were in the lunch break at the time. He felt the earth shaking and wanted to wake up his classmates, but he couldn’t wake up. He had to carry the classmates one by one. When he turned to the seventh, the reinforced steel that had fallen off hit the head, causing the head to bleed and fell. It was just when the rescuers found him and sent all the classmates to the hospital. The reporter asked him: