What poems are written for children in Wenchuan earthquake-stricken areas?

"Kid, hold mom's hand." Kid, hold mom's hand. The road to heaven is too dark. Mom is afraid that you will touch your head. Hold your mother's hand quickly and let her accompany you. Mother is afraid that 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 and dad's fist that you must remember. Live like my father and I are going 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 and every child is a mother's child. You can give love to a living child without me. Mom, mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way. Let's walk slowly. Mom, I will remember you and dad, remember us. A poem (Muse, for the children who died in the earthquake) dedicated to the compatriots in the Wenchuan earthquake-stricken area in Sichuan by agreeing to walk together in the afterlife. Don't be afraid, we will be with you. You are making our hearts bleed. You are hurting our hearts and our loved ones. Don't cry. We support you. You are not alone. People all over the country are worried about your relatives. Do not give up. We support you. The Prime Minister is coming. The generals are here. Here comes the people's army. Medical staff are coming, too. Be strong. We support you. Your existence is the whole meaning of our rescue. As long as you are here, we will rebuild a better home. Where is your dream? Thinking about life, the sky is losing its beauty, and you are waiting to stand up tomorrow. No matter where you are, I want to find your blood and work miracles. Your crying is engraved in my blood. I will wait for you for a few seconds. I believe life is endless. I can't see you, but I am worried about you. No matter where you are, I will find that your blood can work miracles. Raise your hands to build a city. The road to your home is inseparable from life and death. The whole world is silent, painful and not crying. Love is your legend. The rainbow rose after the storm. No matter where you are, I will find that your blood can work miracles. Your glimmer of hope is all my motivation-Wang Mingjiu Dear person, don't be afraid, we are with you. You are making our hearts bleed. You hurt our hearts and dear people. Don't cry. We support you. You are not alone. People all over the country are worried about you, dear friends. Do not give up. We support you. The prime minister is here. The general is here. Here comes the people's army. The paramedics are here. Honey, be strong. We support you. Your existence is the whole meaning of our rescue. As long as you are here, we will rebuild a better home. On the cross of poetry, beautiful smile and love, the story of time >:>& lt& lt I am not afraid when I encounter an earthquake >>:165438+8: 49: 38.6 On the day of Jiujiang earthquake in 20051October 26th, I got up very early. I was typing on the computer when I suddenly found that the computer was shaking and the house was shaking. I can't sit still, get up. I turned off the power and waited until the house stopped shaking. I opened the window. Look at the crowd pouring out at the entrance of the square downstairs, gathering words that I can't hear clearly. I guess there was a small earthquake. There is no need to panic and encounter an earthquake. I'm not afraid. My most prominent feeling at that moment was that I didn't want to leave this world. The house I live in is shaking, but it won't collapse, because I don't want to die yet. I'm not afraid of death. I believe in three causes and effects. God's will is hard to violate. The most direct cause and effect exists in front of our eyes. The deepest cause and effect exists in the sky or underground that we can't see. I believe that there is a limit to disasters. The life flow on this land under my feet has experienced too many disasters this time. We should stop here. More than ten days after the earthquake, more than 700 aftershocks have occurred. Not a big earthquake shook six provinces. It is said that there should be aftershocks. I'm really worried now. I'm really having a hard time now. Today, a group of us get together and express our feelings about "me and the earthquake" with poems. I'm not really a poet. I write poetry. I call myself a poet now, but I have no money for disaster relief. I can't stop the possible aftershocks. I can't even predict whether I can survive the earthquake like this in the next round. I am not afraid, not because I ignore the disaster that has happened, but because I am just a poet and scholar who is nothing. I can only use words to support my belief that the earth will not collapse. I repeat in the name of poetry: I am not afraid of earthquakes, but I still want to live and continue to pray for life in my land with my words.