Ask for a poem about Ya 'an

Yaan! Yaan!

20 13 at 8: 02 on April 20th.

at present

central figure

All the nerves

This is all your direction.

Tears can't replace it.

Inexplainable sadness

Follow my eyes

There is a ray of warmth passing by.

Brothers and sisters who suffered in the earthquake

We're all watching you.

Are praying for you.

You are the throat of western Sichuan

You are the gateway to Qinghai-Tibet.

There are beautiful honeysuckle flowers in full bloom.

It is the hometown of giant pandas.

A sudden earthquake

Is devouring this place.

Laughter, sirens, birds singing

The sound of flowers in the sun

Unexpectedly, at that heartbreaking moment, they sank together.

Instantaneous ruins

Shoes and schoolbags lost in the ruins

Crying hovering in the sky

An unanswered mobile phone ...

Affect countless nerves

Countless hearts are moving closer to Ya 'an.

Near Lushan Mountain ...

Along this nerve-paved road

Rescue teams are on their way.

…… ……

Textbooks in ruins

Ya 'an, Lushan, Tian Quan ...

Touch everyone's heart

Every word

Is affecting the nerves of the world.

I stared at the TV picture closely.

There is an open textbook on the ruins.

Lie still.

The picture freezes instantly.

My eyes are full of this colorful textbook.

Page by page, turning quietly.

I heard the sound of reading.

I saw a gentle smile. ...

A flower withered.

Hit everyone's heart.

The evil of nature

Let humans taste it.

We are still alive.

They disappeared forever.

Tears, crying, sadness, wailing

How much more pain can we bear?

pitch-dark night

Let us know:

Life is like a wisp of dust.

Life and death are just instant copies.

Prime minister's eyes

A goshawk hovered in the air.

Hover over the disaster area

All disasters

Can't resist the weight of the human heart.

Those gentle eyes

That sincere greeting

This is a good medicine.

Heal everyone's wounds

Ordinary citizens

The prime minister of a country

I'm worried about people in the disaster area.

Walking on the earth with frequent aftershocks

20 13, my motherland at dawn.

Just recovered from the cold.

Fall into a merciless earthquake

We can hide a thousand kinds of pain in our hearts.

You can stand up straight in a thousand sufferings.

Ya 'an, Lushan and Longmen ...

Along the prime minister's eyes

Hold out your hand.

Stick tightly to our chest.

Put it on the chest of the motherland,

We re-sow and become strong.

We have regained hope.