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When they woke up, vigorous fighters they would become once again! The Army of Motorcyclists It was just with a message from a WeChat group: “Motorcycles wanted to carry firefighters and things.”The motorcycles had assembled at the mountain foot, they came from all directions, five, ten, hundreds ….I’ve never seen so big an army of motorcyclists, never seen so many brands of motorbikes, and never seen a text message with such an impact.The road was 40 to 50 degrees, narrow, full of z-turns, and newly opened just for the fire fighting. Let them have a good nap within the cool breeze, after that they would go back to the fight! The volunteers had prepared everything: Washing water, drinking water, instant noodles, Huoxiang Water, liquid disinfectant, and adhesive bandage…. On their lips I could see smiles, perhaps a dream about their parents, wives or children, or maybe the good news of extinguishing the fire. Though horizontal on the ground, they were like columns holding up an arch. They were exhausted!Lying strewn on the ground, the fighters formed a beautiful scene. They laid flat down on the roadside, against the trees, or beside the trucks….No one disturbed them. Their clothes were colorless, their faces full of smoke and dust.

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At the rest spots I saw professional firemen, Armed Police officers, PLA soldiers, and uniformed volunteers, some are still young kids, their youth evident in their face. So we also had to fight with it through the night, with teams of fighter working in alternation. The fierce flames scorched the people who approached them, turning their complexions from yellow to red, then as black as coal, producing blisters on their hands and feet, chapping their lips, hoarsening their voices and smoking their throats.The fire did not stop its rampage at night. It was a robber, a bandit, oh no, it was at last a ball of fire rolling in the woods, which must be contained, with extinguishers, spades, sickles, or even our bodies of flesh. Jumping from the ground to the tree tops, from tree to tree, and from one ridge to another ridge. From midnight to noon, from day to night, this is the only voice: Guard our mountain! Guard our green! Guard our common home! The Heroes Confronting the Fire All around the fire burns, burning the withered twigs and leaves. In every WeChat group I heard calling, crying, recruiting. The deep blue sky was polluted by one large black piece, which was scorched by the fire, left our hearts atremble! Those trees, having been there for decades or centuries, watching over generations of us Beibei people, embedded with our childhood happiness, sending us cool shade and fresh air!īut now, they are being burnt after a long scorching drought. The people faced the mountain, the smokes, and the reports on it, sighing and praying.The thick smokes floating in the sky choked everyone, as if the smoke had entered our chests, and darkened our hearts. The burbling flaming fire, like a knife, stabbed everyone’s heart. The flames reached so high, the smoke swirled so wide, the fire shocked the Beibei and Chongqing, and everyone there who loves the mountain. From an unknown source the sparks jumped, setting the parched forest on fire. Hutou is a vernal haven for the locals of Beibei, a place for hikers on the weekend. At the edge of the city, Hutou sends down cool breezes and satisfying green. Here you will see bucolic farms, quiet cottages, and babbling brooks, here you can meet cooing chickens, quacking ducks and barking dogs. Here you can enjoy towering pines, singing birds, and fragrant flowers, here you can enjoy blinking stars, bright moons, and endless vistas. The Fire Which Burns Us Here is Hutou Mountain, a section of Jinyun Mountain. All people participated in their own way in the fight against the fire among them are fire brigades, PLA soldiers, armed police, volunteers and other locals. The fire epicenter was located in the outer reaches of Jinyun National Nature Reserve, with steep slopes and thick vegetation, the firefight was hard and the situation urgent. Author: Jiang DengkeTranslators： He Wu Edward PainterThose Rushing Towards the WildfireForewords: About 22:30, August 21, 2022, because of high temperatures a wildfire erupted in Hutou Moutain, a section of Jinyun Mountain, near the town of Xiema in Beibei district, Chongqing. “Now, Mr He Wu, a professor of English language and literature with Department of Foreign Languages, Southwest University, 50 years old, also a volunteer at the firefight, tried to co-translate Professor Jiang Dengke’s prose poems into English, with his American friend Edward Painter, former English teacher at SWU, hoping to share Chinese people’s bravery, unity and devotions with people from other countries, the following are the prose poems they translated.

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