This is incredible: just before the disaster, it was Mother's Day, and my mother accepted your gentle blessing. The happy smile on mom's face carved a great love in your young heart! You report your best academic achievements to your father, though not the best. Your father patted you on the head, and your eyes were full of hope and pride. ...........................................................................................................................................
The mountain is still shaking and the ground is still shaking. For the first time, a strong and generous father and a gentle and loving mother, covered in mud, helped each other and stumbled to school. In the dark, they hold hands, and the light of the flashlight shines on their young bodies in turn. On cold rainy and windy nights, your tender bodies are stiff and weak under the brick board. The cold concrete wall cruelly squeezed you and your classmates together, donating blood and splashing ash on the wall. Mom and dad bent down to identify them one by one, and tears and rain fell on each child's face. A calf full of blood was exposed in the ruins, and my mother stared blankly at the girl with pink stockings on her feet, because there was a lucky bird that my mother sewed for her next to the bare socks. This boy, curled up in a pile of bricks and wearing a blue tracksuit, has shown off to his parents countless times that he will become Yao Ming when he grows up.
Are you cold, son? Let mom pad you with some newspapers and cover you with a thin sheet; Are you scared, son? Let dad hold your cold little hand again!
You lie quietly in the place where you often play during recess, and you can't hear the "ding-ding" class bell anymore, and you can't see the crooked swing on the playground. Mother silently calls: child, mother's infant, mother wants to breastfeed you, and the teacher wants to teach you to draw; And you, you haven't had time to appreciate the wonderful world, you haven't had time to feel the happiness of the world, and you left quietly. ......
300 brilliant flowers died in the ruins before they fully opened.
Children, in order to walk well in heaven, mom and dad will send you away with tears in their eyes. ......
Please offer your sympathy and love for the children-"Today, travel-stained, tomorrow, smile like a flower!"
"Live well, not for yourself, but for those who love you. In that way, when you die, sadness does not belong to yourself, but to those relatives and friends who still love you! "