Poetry:
Hold on to mom, my child.
-To commemorate the children who died in the earthquake.
Come on, my boy,
Grab mom's hand.
The road to heaven is too dark.
I'm afraid you'll get hurt again.
Come on, hold mom's hand tightly.
Let mom go with you.
Mom, I'm scared.
The road to heaven is too dark.
I can't see your hands.
Because the collapsed wall took away the sunlight,
I will never see your gentle eyes again.
Go ahead, my child,
No worries ahead,
There is no book you can't finish reading,
And no complaints from dad.
You must remember dad and my face,
In the next life, we will be together again.
Don't worry, mom,
The road to heaven is crowded,
There are my classmates and friends.
Don't cry, we all say
Anyone's mother is our mother.
Mom, every child has a mother.
In the days without me,
Give your love to other children.
Mom, mom, don't cry.
Tears will not light our way.
Let's go.
I will remember your face and dad's appearance.
We promise,
In the next life, we will be together again.
Prose:
Babies live on their dead mother's breasts.
Another three-month-old baby was found yesterday still sucking the milk of her dead mother.
When the rescuer reached the baby, she took a big breath and sucked her dead mother's nipple, completely unaware of the chaos around her. Her soft pink face contrasts sharply with her mother's dusty breasts.
"We lifted the baby very carefully. But when we pulled her out of her mother's arms, the baby began to cry, "said Gong Jin, a doctor from Guangzhou who is a volunteer in Dujiangyan.
"It's heartbreaking to imagine a dying mother still trying to breastfeed her baby."
"As can be seen from the mother's posture, she tried to protect her children from harm.
"Maybe she put the nipple in the baby's lips at the last moment of her life."