A poem about the Wenchuan earthquake,

"The children clung to their mother.

Hand "

O(∩_∩)O

-For the children who died in Wenchuan earthquake.

-the author is unknown

Come on, kid.

Hold on, mom.

My hands

The road to heaven

It's too dark.

Mom is afraid of you.

Touched my head.

quick

Hold on, mom.

My hands

Let mom go with you.

mother

be afraid

path to god

It's too dark

I can't see your hands.

because

A collapsed wall

Take away the sunshine.

I'll never see it again.

Your gentle eyes

children

You may leave now

The road ahead.

No more sadness

There are no endless textbooks.

And dad's fist

You must remember.

My father and I look alike.

We should go together in the afterlife.

mother

Don't worry.

The road to heaven is a bit crowded.

There are many classmates and friends

We say

Don't cry.

Everyone's mother is our mother.

Any child is a mother.

children

Life without me

Give your love to the living children.

mother

Don't cry.

Tears cannot illuminate.

Our road

Let ourselves

go slow

mother

I will remember you and dad.

Remember our agreement.

Come with me in the afterlife.

O(∩_∩)O