Modern poetry that makes people cry.

About the earthquake, it is both practical and touching. You can give full play to your emotions, and your body movements can increase with your feelings. If you are not satisfied with these two articles, you can find some related ones. Children, hold mother's hand tightly, a tearful poem. Children, grab mom's hand. The road to heaven is too dark. Mom is afraid that you will touch your head. Grab your mother's hand and let her go with you. Mom, I'm afraid the road to heaven is too dark. I can't see your hands. Since the collapsed wall took away the sunshine, I can't see your gentle eyes anymore. Go ahead, son. There is no sorrow ahead. There is no textbook you can't finish reading. Without your father's fist. Boss, you should remember that my father and I will go together in the afterlife. Mom, don't worry about the way to heaven. There are many classmates and friends. We said we wouldn't cry. Everyone's mother is our mother. Every child is a mother's child. You can give love to a living child without me. Mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way. Let's walk slowly. Mom, I will remember your father's appearance and our agreement. Let's go together in the afterlife. A child's father came to see you-dedicated to one of the children, Liu Xiaobing. The father of the child came to see you. Your tender little hand struggled in despair in the ruins, covered with dust, just like when your naughty father came. Reach out your hand and hold me. Let's go home and play a happy game again. The child's father came to see you under the ruins. You slept so peacefully, and the schoolbag beside you was still crying quietly in the wind. Are you cold, son? Tucking you in is like urging you to sleep quickly every night, and tomorrow. Get up early, dad came to see you, shouting your birth name, but wandering around thinking about how helpless and ignorant you should be at the last moment. You don't even know why the tragedy started. When dad came to see you, dad was so concerned about your child, and your beautiful teacher was still guarding you with a pair of arms that spread like wings. She will take you far away, son, and the day when she leaves her father. Be sure to follow the teacher. Even if you go to heaven, you should be an obedient child and treat all your classmates as your closest sisters, brothers and children. Dad will come to see you, give you a final scrub and make you as beautiful as an angel. You should keep in mind every word your father told you. One day, dad will come to see you and reunite with you. I love this land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. ...