Natual Disaster Standing in front of this natural disaster, facing my ultimate destiny, I find that I am not afraid anymore, instead, I feel a surge of anger. I want to revenge myself, my family, my friends, I want an end. How do we begin the story? It probably starts with a typical scenario - I and my family were living happily in our hometown. We have been lived in this place for many many years, according to my father. It was such a blissful time, as we had sufficient food and clean water, we had a beautiful and big house, we even had a huge playground to play. Nothing to worry, nothing to concern - until the disaster stroke. When that day came, we are still blissfully unaware of the approaching peril. In that day, I and my brother went out of our home and played elsewhere from the morning. Suddenly, we hear some immense voice, like a Pang or something. I start to feel something goes wrong, then I decide to go back and look for what is going on, with my brother. Even now I can still vividly remember the scene I saw at that time, just like it is embedded into my memory, and I will never ever forget. I saw my father and mother laying on the ground, bleeding and screaming. And at not far away, I saw the disaster - an animal which bears a striking similarity to us, if not wearing some weird fabric and holding a strange stick. I know that mother nature is amazing, it nurtures countless life. But I still can’t figure out why she rears these devils who will doubtlessly ultimately ruin herself. Although I wanted to tear that devil apart, my instinct is keep telling me that I am in peril now, and run is the best choice. I swear I would tear that devil apart if hadn’t considered my little brother. Yes, I ran away, with my brother, as fast as we can. Hardly did I know how serious the damage is until I went farther away from my home. I can not saw Miss Bird, or Mr Squirrel or Ms Rabbit. They were all gone, leaving piles and piles of wood and dead bodies. I knew that danger is still following, hence I didn’t take a rest and run again. A hundred miles and a hundred miles, the forest was replaced by board highways, wafting petrichor was replaced by smelly gases. The blue sky went murky, the yellow river went green, wet soil went dry - our home, the great forest of Amazon, is dying. It used to be obsessing, as the rhythm of life that you can stroke with your hand. But now everything becomes a memory, after the disaster, the ultimate punishment from the mother nature herself - human