5 12 earthquake poetry reading manuscript 1 Everyone has music in his soul.
There must be a flower in everyone's life.
Although this flower is secret.
Even if the music disappears.
Therefore, we don't commemorate suffering with suffering.
No tears to commemorate tears.
Facing the ruins, we planted simple flowers.
Through time, we join the candlelight tonight.
In the earthquake, everyone's survival is open,
Everyone's death is a secret.
We don't know what they thought, missed and hoped when they left.
But we know that every one of them is like us.
Love life.
Think of those who hug their dead loved ones,
Those children in the cradle.
Those students who have finished their summer homework.
The girls who didn't kiss for the first time.
Those sanitation workers who just got up,
Future scientists who want to explore Mars.
How precious their lives are,
How good they are to their ordinary lives.
Life is the most important thing in a disaster.
Life is the ultimate support for the night.
Life is worth risking your life to maintain.
Life is the source of miracle and hope.
That night, life was frightened.
Quiet dreams are distorted by death.
But its alliance with darkness didn't last long,
Dawn draws the line of redemption.
Many people, we failed to save their lives.
We are in fear ourselves.
But their deaths are secret, not lonely.
They rest in the arms of the living.
Many people didn't come back intact.
Some of their limbs were left in the ruins.
But at least we saved the rest,
Including the soul of tenacious survival.
The ruins will eventually grow flowers,
This is the victim's secret bouquet.
We don't just want to praise the fragrance.
We should not forget their pain.
Don't say: I have nothing to do with them,
Don't understand disasters.
Everyone who is alive is a survivor.
The land is in song for you.
The dead suffer death for the living.
The living bear the memory of disaster.
Share it,
They never left us for a moment.
They are our musicians,
Love poet, model worker, thinker.
Or they're just a brick,
Has been built into the walls of the new city.
Every painting is a memorial,
The new building is a dialogue.
Tomorrow, miss.
Yesterday, miss.
For hope, for remembrance.
5 12 earthquake poetry reading manuscript 2 When the candle is lit, who can say that there is no road?
Tianlu! All beautiful and sacred souls have a journey: in the hearts of the living and at the feet of the dead.
Because of the disaster, Tianlu started from Wenchuan, China.
There is a way to wash away the tears on the ruins.
Let's go Just like you go to school with your schoolbag on your back every morning. Birds are singing in the treetops, the wind is singing in your ears, and the morning sun is jumping on your shoulders.
Because of the disaster, Tianlu started from Wenchuan, China.
There is a bridge of eye contact on the ruins.
Go well, just like you bring students here every day. The bell of class echoes your heart, so please kindly guide the children, * * * ring and symphony.
Because of the disaster, Tianlu started from Wenchuan, China.
There is a Hada-like cloud floating on the ruins. The distant cloud is Mount Everest!
A voice came from the depths of the snow.
At the top of the snow peak, there are thousands of wings flying.
Candles can penetrate the darkness. Darkness will be dispelled by/kloc-0.3 billion candles. The road to heaven, a journey only for all beautiful and sacred souls;
Let's go My lovely child.
Let's go My respected teacher.
5 12 earthquake poetry reading manuscript 3 When the flowers bloom, you leave.
The silent earth cannot stop roaring.
In a dream
You build a fence with your chest.
Let her sleep
This dream is so beautiful
mother
She hasn't learned how to say it.
You leave quietly.
The fragrance of flowers in May is everywhere.
You left in a hurry.
love
Let her sleepwalk in the ruins
When you wake up, your warm hands are gone.
She understands.
You didn't go far.
You have been writing a love poem.
Don't be sad.
She will cherish everything you give.
flowers fall
Pick it up gently
close relative
You sleep quietly in heaven.
The flowers are blooming bravely.
Will take away the most beautiful flowers.
Put it next to you
You are in her heart.
Never leave
Remembering the great mother in Wenchuan earthquake. May the living cherish their lives and their relatives and friends!
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