Bashu land,
The mountain is full of rubble,
Huaxia tore the stone wall,
A disaster. It's amazing!
100,000 Tiejun came to power,
Hundreds of millions of people donated money,
Unite the national strength,
What's wrong with simple disasters?
Wang Guozhi, Liangjiazi Township, Zhangwu County, Liaoning Province
No matter how difficult it is to tune, it will also rejuvenate the country (a netizen in Tangshan)
The ice and snow melted,
Wuzi is also a vicissitudes.
Wan Li mountains and rivers wept together,
All China people are very sad.
Tianfu split out of thin air,
The crisis plummeted,
I am not hurt by you.
A man of steel,
A hundred trials make a diamond.
Walking around,
The rain never stopped,
Dare to shoulder.
Stones from other mountains were cut down,
I'll pay you back.
The wide road is still there,
Five Blessingg prayed for peace,
No matter how difficult it is, we must prosper the country.
The flesh and blood are closely linked,
Don't mourn with this country.
All sentient beings mourn thousands of miles away.
The bad news of the earthquake came. My heart is like a knife, and my tears are like rain.
With this article, thousands of miles away: alas, alas.
Sadness, sadness, Chinese people, pain, Chinese people.
The sky is not long, and the land is a disaster. The earth shakes, the stone flies, and the mud moves.
High-rise buildings were destroyed by earthquakes in summer. Under the collapse of the building, all beings are sad.
Fresh life returns to silence. There are many children, eager to fly.
Yesterday, I was born a man, and now I am a charm. Yesterday was Xiangyu, but now it is ashes.
He was an old man yesterday, but now he is a wild ghost. Yesterday's crying is now a grass mud horse.
The heavens and the earth are eclipsed, and the sun and moon are not bright. The whole country mourned and the man of God wept.
When the world heard this, it was painful and heartbreaking. When Zhao Bin heard this, he mourned Mo Yan.
Although we have never met, our hearts are far apart. Although not a half-brother, love is like a afterbirth.
My love flies over Qian Shan. Mourning and tears of peace.
The feeling of grief, in case Mo Yan hurts Qi, there is nothing left.
The dead, rest in peace, wandering in the ethereal soul, still longing for their hometown.
Now that you're gone, you're leaving. Family ties are hard to talk about, and flesh and blood collapse and abandon.
The dead are gone, and there is no going back. Although the living are here, where can we go?
The past is like a dream and a shadow. Whenever I think about it, I feel sad.
If I know your strategy, why should I marry you? If I knew you were dead, why did I have you?
Who can follow the wind and rain in the morning? Who comes home with the green lantern and the lonely candle?
The night is boundless, and I am sad alone. The sky is full of sighs.
Alas, brother. Alas, my dead sister.
Alas, my father passed away. Alas, my son is dead.
From a distance, Du Yu was bleeding. Looking at China from a distance, Yan Huang hid his tears.
I waited for a long time and it rained cats and dogs. With this article, thousands of miles away.