Classical poetry in earthquake relief. .

I can't bear to read newspapers, watch TV, listen to the radio and face it, but we can't escape the collapse. You were gone when we cried. I am in a hurry. You can receive my message. I can feel your presence. But why can't I see you? Pull the dust off your body with your hands, lift the stone above your head with your hands, hold your hands with your hands, and support your life with your hands. Our hearts are strong together at this moment, the driving smile you are waiting for in the dark, and the best answer after you are rescued. Come on, it is my only slogan in front of the ruins, and I sincerely hope to win. You believe I'm praying for you. Maybe you have passed away. Maybe you're still buried in the dark. Maybe you escaped from the ruins. Maybe you are still suffering from illness. Maybe I'm praying for you ... death is inseparable from life and death. Where is your dream? Think about life and continue to lose the beauty in the sky. You wait to stand up tomorrow. No matter where you are, I will find your blood to 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 you are worried about me. No matter where you are, I will find your blood to work miracles. I will build a city with my hands. You will be born, sick and dead. The whole world is silent, painful and does not cry. Love is your legend, and a rainbow rises after the storm. No matter where you are, I will find your blood and work miracles. A glimmer of hope is my motivation, son. I'm sorry, son. Sorry, it shouldn't be the strongest house in the world. It should be a classroom, but I saw that the place where your school used to laugh and laugh collapsed first. Everything's ruined, son. I'm sorry you fell, so how can adults stand? I hate myself because I have no ability to strengthen your school construction. If I have the right, I must make your school building as strong as ZF building. I'm sorry, son. I can only mourn silently and wash away the blood on your face with tears. Rest in peace! Children hope that there will be pure auspicious clouds in the sky to protect your young deceased and go with the wind. Mom just wants to see your back at school again. Your mother prepared breakfast for you in the morning, but you didn't take a few bites, saying that you would be late for school. I put a red scarf on you in a hurry and told you to be careful on the road. I don't know if you heard. For three years, I watched you slip away every day. I won't. Mom won't nag you anymore. Please come back. Daughter curled up in the corner, did you fall asleep? Mom doesn't blame you for not going to bed on time at night. In the twilight, your father said that you had gone to heaven. Why did you leave without telling your mother? Mom won't blame you this time. Let mom wash your face. Mom is useless. I can't find clean clothes for you. Take care of yourself, eat regularly and take a bath frequently. . . . Dad said that the house in heaven would be strong and there would be no earthquake. There will be a lot of delicious food. Mom won't cry, dad won't cry, and neither will you. Have fun with good friends on the same journey. Mom just wants to see your back again at school. . . . . . . . . . . Hold mom's hand, son. Grab mom's hand. The road to heaven is too dark. Mom is afraid that you will touch your head. Hold mom's hand and let mom 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 are no endless classes. Ben and dad's fist, you should remember me and dad in the afterlife, and we will go together. Mom, don't worry, the road to heaven is crowded with many classmates and friends. We said we wouldn't cry. Everyone's mother is our mother, and every child is her child. Give love to living children without me. Mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way, let's walk slowly. Mom, I will remember you and dad, and remember that we agreed to go together in the afterlife. I have a strong motherland. Ye Lang is a familiar face, the kindest smiling face I have seen since I lost my loved ones, with tears in my eyes and powerful words. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland. It was a strange face, the bravest face I have ever seen buried under the ruins. It pried open the rubble and moved the boulder. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland.