It will be a thousand times in my life.
Flash that terrible moment
When you stumble out of a crumbling apartment.
In shock, say goodbye to your loved ones with your mobile phone.
In another distant place
Luck is gone, and countless lives are frozen forever.
May 28(th), 2008
Wenchuan is a strange name.
Suddenly focused by the world
A pair of eyes in front of the map are eagerly looking for it.
The Prime Minister was ripening in the wheat fields in Nanyang.
Now it has appeared in the forefront of Dujiangyan disaster area.
The groans and cries for help of children buried in the ruins.
Let every kind person tear their hearts out for it.
You are considerate of those who lost their loved ones in Beichuan.
After the earthquake, you made your first phone call.
Call my mother in the country.
Do you understand those parents in front of Juyuan Middle School?
Crazy behavior and anxiety.
Your children also study in the same middle school.
You know my wife's eyes every weekend.
Watch those assembled teams on TV
How much you wish one of them was you.
But the family will not collapse, and love will not break.
The long stream of people in front of the blood donation car
Thunderstorms can't disperse them.
Candles were lit in the square.
Children praying for the disaster area.
Tears in their eyes are brighter than gems.
The Arabic numerals you wrote down in front of the screen.
It has nothing to do with stocks and sports lottery-that's the account of the Red Cross.
It is the most touching heartbeat and poem of China in May.
5. 12 Sichuan Wenchuan earthquake composition poem: My eyes are full of tears.
When the Tangshan earthquake healed the wound
1998 When the river does not return to flood.
When the snowstorm in February warmed people's hearts.
May 12, which means May 12.
There was a loud noise from the earth.
Wenchuan is stuck in the throat of fate.
Strong earthquakes, heavy rains and mudslides
I saw the road collapse.
The house was burnt down.
I see old people, middle-aged people and those.
Children who read aloud.
Disappeared on the horizon not far away.
Why are my eyes full of tears?
That's under the ruins.
One voice is quiet, but it is still loud.
"I am alive and happy now."
It is above the clouds, with an altitude of 4999 meters.
Paratroopers are the luckiest clouds on earth.
There is an old man who is busy all day.
Still rushing to the front day and night.
In the ruins and frequent shocks
His elegant figure.
Like a tall and solid wall.
Shut out all disasters.