Let's ring the bell of hope, how many prayers are there in our hearts; Let everyone not see failure, and it will always be called success.
Let the earth forget its rotation, and the four seasons lack summer, autumn and winter; Let the universe not close the skylight and let the sun not set.
Let joy take the place of sadness, and smile will not be shy; Let time know how to go back and let youth not run away;
Let poverty begin to escape and stay happy and healthy; Let the world find no darkness, and happiness bloom like a flower.
Let's ring the bell of hope, how many prayers are there in our hearts; Let everyone not see failure, and it will always be called success.
Let everyone not see failure, and it will always be called success.
I am proud that I am from China.
At this moment, there are tears on my face, my heart is full of sadness, and the same tears are flowing in my heart. For my brother; For my sister; For millions of my compatriots in Qian Qian, it has been seven days since the Sichuan earthquake. During these seven days, my heart has been touched because my relatives and my compatriots were buried under the rubble. The news that every family member was rescued can give me great comfort, and the death of every family member moved me. Life.
This afternoon 14:48, the whole country observed a three-minute silence for our loved ones who died in the disaster. The moment the siren sounded, I thought, do they know? Can they feel it? China is praying for them, hoping that they can be rescued safely. I stood silently at the door of the company exhibition hall and bowed my head in silence. I believe that the voice of the whole China can shake the whole universe and make everything feel the unity and strength of the people of China. I pray that my compatriots buried under the rubble can be rescued and that they can live safely.
They are my relatives, and their safety always affects the hearts of the living and me. I hope I can do something for them, anything, as long as I can keep them safe and save them. They are my relatives and my family. We are a family. We are descendants of the Chinese people; We are proud people in China.
Today, after work, I came home and watched the CCTV news broadcast. I was deeply moved by the scenes and burst into tears. When tears unconsciously fall to my lips, my dear ones, can you feel that the whole China is praying for you? My face full of tears and photos full of hope and sadness make my mood restless. I want to do something. I don't want their lives to pass away and leave us at any time. I don't want them alive.
God, please tell me how to impress you. I want to know.
After three minutes of silence for the victims, Chinese sons and daughters spontaneously gathered in Tiananmen Square and shouted: Powerful China; Come on China; Come on in Wenchuan; Those tears, those notes, are our expectation that our family can live; Is our hope; This is our deep prayer. I hope for disaster, and all this is a dream; I wish I woke up from my dream. Everybody's happy. Everybody's fine. Why, why, why is this disaster? Why can't we be good? Who can tell me? Isn't the last second all good? Why does life die in the next second? Why are the pictures of happiness fixed at that moment? Why?
All those who survive, we must be strong and persist. I hope that the family members still buried under the rubble can be strong, and you must believe in our country; Believe in our party; Believe in our government; I believe you will be saved. Stick to it and there will be hope. Stick to it and there will be tomorrow. 1300 million people, we are a family, we love each other; We were inseparable. Blood is thicker than water, which connects us closely and brings our hearts closer.
Let me offer my most sincere wishes to you, and I deeply hope that you will all be safe; Can be saved. Living is hope.
"The backbone of China people will not be crushed." I remember, deeply remember an old man's deep affection for the reporter's microphone. Yes, we are from China, and China people will not be crushed.