March 8, 2014, a starry night. Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, has bright lights and heavy traffic. The Twin Towers are majestic and gorgeous, and the rows of buildings are shining with lights, which is particularly brilliant. The security check hall of Kuala Lumpur International Airport is bustling with people, and passengers of different skin colors are rushing through with backpacks and suitcases. The service lady was smiling and the security personnel were busy. In the elevator, passengers carrying large and small bags were going up and down, filing in, and coming and going. In the terminal, people were reading newspapers and chatting on their seats, quietly waiting for the departure notice. Subtitles "MH370 Kuala Lumpur-Beijing" were displayed on the electronic screen from time to time. In front of the boarding gate, more than 200 Chinese and foreign passengers lined up for security check, mostly Chinese passengers. Jiang Bo, Zhu Yong, Chris, Jim, Yuan Qin, and more than 30 Chinese painters were also in the team preparing for the security check. An old painter is eye-catching with his elegant beard and childish face.
Ticket checking began, and passengers arrived one after another in good order. At twelve o'clock in the evening, the MH370 passenger plane, fully loaded with passengers, left the terminal building and drove slowly towards the runway against the backdrop of the airport lights. Passengers put away their luggage, looked for seats, and fastened their seat belts. Some of them closed their eyes slightly tiredly, and some of them greeted each other. In the cabin, the stewardess explained and demonstrated safety precautions to the passengers with a smile. MH370 passenger plane swims at the airport, looking for a runway. Then it quickly ran along the runway like a huge silver swan, accelerated, and took off with its head held high.
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