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poetic sentiment
Mom, I don't want to make you cry.
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It was warm that afternoon.
There is a big sun hanging in the sky.
But the sky suddenly fell.
I fell into the dark sea.
It was the teacher who protected me with her broad chest.
When the PLA uncle in the green uniform dug me up
Many people are cheering.
Mom, I see tears in your eyes.
Mom, I don't want to make you cry.
My uncle's hand is bleeding.
Wet clothes wrap your arm tightly.
My aunt is wearing a white coat
Wipe my wound and give me an infusion.
And stuffed a piece of candy in my hand.
Mom, I don't want to make you cry.
Dad can't find it.
I miss him. I know.
This "June 1st" festival, he can't accompany me anymore.
He can't tell me stories anymore.
Including the Monkey King and Niu Wangmo who haven't finished yet.
Mom, I understand.
I won't make you angry and let you down again.
I don't want toys. I don't want transformers.
I want to be with you.
We learn to be strong together.
Mom, I don't want to make you cry.
We are not alone.
We are not forgotten.
So many people care about our lives.
Our health
Grandpa from Beijing
Speak so kindly
Next to the rubble in front of the ruins
He bent down to pick up the children's shoes and schoolbags.
My hands are shaking and my eyes are full of tears.
And that COP aunt
She lost ...
It should be the whole book.