-Imitation of "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
Keywords Wenchuan nightmare, Wan Li,
The earthquake was three thousand miles in China,
Prosperity turned into ruins in an instant.
I can still smell reading in the morning.
At night, I made a sad ape cry.
Broken bricks and waste walls, cut off several lives!
Stacking is as heavy as Mount Tai,
Where you will go is the most ruthless.
Relatives and children can't call,
There are only tears in the sky.
Finally, the wind will calm down and see you,
Somebody else's children came to help.
At this point, the dream of survival can be round,
The injured were in front of the Prime Minister.
Move stones and turn over the soil, without leaking at all.
Don't let everyone be affected.
Once faced with death and life,
Only after suffering, do you know how happy you are!
Pray for mercy from heaven and earth,
Bless the peace of my Chinese sons and daughters.
Disaster no longer rises.
Oh! Sincerely bless the unfortunate victims,
No matter how fate changes, Thailand will come!