Mom, please help me collect my schoolbag. Photo of the earthquake-stricken area in Chen Yingsong: On the ruins of a school, the search and rescue team neatly placed countless schoolbags on the ground, waiting for the parents of the children who died to claim them. Mom, please help me put my bag away. Please help me put away the new schoolbag you bought me for my birthday. I left with my classmates. Mom, in an instant, the thick gravel pressed us into the dark cellar. They say it's a long tunnel to heaven. The big earthquake shook. We don't understand anything. Our teaching building collapsed in the blink of an eye. Mom, please help me put my bag away. Don't cry. You can't understand who took your children and made your future years so difficult. Even god won't know. Please don't cry for me, dry your tears. Mom, our children are running to heaven at the moment. Don't worry about me. Mom, please help me pack my schoolbag, just like you accompany me to finish my homework and pack my textbooks every night. Put the red scarf in the bag, fold it gently for me, and then urge me to go to bed early. You taught me to be a good boy. Please don't be late for school in the morning. Mom, please help me put my bag away. I'll be back. Your children will take up their schoolbags again and go back to the school where the national flag is flying and the books are ringing. After school, I will skip home, knock on the door smelling of rice, and shout that my mother will jump into your warm and kind arms. Please help me put my bag away. Mom, please be sure to put it away for me.
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