Ask for Wenchuan poems or poems, poems about the Wenchuan earthquake

The heart has grown wings.

I really want to borrow a pair of wings from a bird.

In this way, you can quickly get to that place in Wenchuan.

With the People's Liberation Army and armed police soldiers.

Take away the calamity that has fallen on you.

Help the angels in white.

Carrying the wounded on a stretcher.

I wish I had a pair of wings.

In this way, you can come to this devastated land.

I've built a tent for you.

Brew a pot of hot soup for you.

I can also do it for you with my own hands.

Wipe the sadness dripping from your cheeks.

I wish I had a pair of wings.

So that I can stand on the ruins of Wenchuan.

With my skinny shoulders.

Share a little of your pain.

Divide your sorrows with my heart.

I don't have wings.

I can't get to that place for the time being.

But we are heading in the direction of Wenchuan.

Give generously to every drop of blood we give.

The direction is also Wenchuan.

Wenchuan, Wenchuan.

There is a strong Motherland.

Disasters are just passers-by.

There are 1.3 billion brothers and brothers.

You have a full future.

Actually, my heart.

It has long grown wings.

Fly to that place in Wenchuan.

I'll give you a white scarf.

Kid, do you remember?

Last year, we were at this moment.

Separate. Do you remember?

Early in the morning, you say to me.

Mom, I'm leaving.

Who knows, this moment is a farewell!

Looking west at the mountains and mountains, the ground collapsed and cracked into the abyss. Stacks of rubble are sad, miserable and sad and crying Wenchuan.

He sacrificed himself and took pity on his wife's life, and took his mother to sleep without forgetting his brother. It is clear that there is a day of suffering in the world, and life and death are hanging in the air.

What does it matter if the mountain collapses and the ground sinks, hundreds of millions of people have cast iron and steel. Pick up compatriots to wipe blood and tears, move away from the waste base to save **.

There is always true love in ruthlessness, and nightmares must be repaid by good dreams. Temporarily overcome difficulties like midnight, flowers and birds to see the rising sun.

- At 2:28 p.m. on May 12, 2008, a major event occurred in most areas centered on Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, causing immeasurable losses to the lives and property of the local people. The occurrence of disasters cannot but shock everyone's hearts and worry about every day and night.

Remember Wenchuan Da**.

May 2008.

May 12th.

The eighth day of the fourth lunar month.

At 14:28, a big ** occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan, and we were thousands of miles away, and we all felt a strong earthquake. A special poem is written to remember it.

The earth cracked and the mountain collapsed to destroy Wenchuan, and 100,000 living beings were bloody.

The hearts of compatriots from all over the world are reverberating, and friends from all continents are linked to each other.

The three armies bravely entered purgatory, and all sides competed to donate money and materials.

The whole country will work together to lend a helping hand, and the city will respond to the heavens.

Child. Fast.

Hold Mom's hand.

The way to heaven.

It's too dark. Mom is afraid of you.

Bumped heads. Fast.

Hold Mom's hand.

Let mom go with you. Mom. Fear.

The road to heaven. It's too dark.

I can't see your hands.

Since. Collapsed walls.

Take the sun away.

I can't see anymore.

Your tender eyes.

Child. Let's go.

The road ahead. There was no more sorrow.

There are no endless textbooks.

And Daddy's fist.

You have to remember. My touch with my dad.

In the next life, we will have to go together.

Mom. Don't worry.

The road to heaven is a bit crowded.

I have a lot of classmates and friends.

We say. Don't cry.

Anyone's mom is our mom.

Every child is a mother's child.

Days without me.

Give your love to a living child.

Mom. Don't cry.

Tears don't shine.

Our way. Let's take it ourselves.

Walk slowly. Mom.

I'll remember you and Daddy as we were.

Remember our pact.

Let's go together in the next life.

Looking west at the mountains and mountains, the ground collapsed and cracked into the abyss. Stacks of rubble are sad, miserable and sad and crying Wenchuan. He sacrificed himself and took pity on his wife's life, and took his mother to sleep without forgetting his brother.

It is clear that there is a day of suffering in the world, and life and death are hanging in the air. What does it matter if the mountain collapses and the ground sinks, hundreds of millions of people have cast iron and steel. Pick up compatriots to wipe blood and tears, move away from the waste base to save **.

Ruthless total.

"The child quickly grabs his mother's hand".

Child, hold on to your mother's hand.

The road to heaven is too dark.

Mom is afraid that you will touch your head.

Hurry up and hold Mom's hand.

Let mom go with you.

Mom is afraid that the road to heaven is too dark.

I can't see your hands.

Since the Collapsed Wall.

Take the sun away.

I will never see your tender eyes again.

Kid: Let's go.

There is no more sorrow on the road ahead.

There are no endless textbooks.

And Daddy's fist.

You have to remember how I looked with my dad.

In the next life, we will have to go together.

Mom: Don't worry.

The road to heaven is a bit crowded.

I have a lot of classmates and friends.

We say don't cry.

Anyone's mom is our mom.

Every child is a mother's child.

Days without me.

Give your love to a living child.

Mom: Don't cry.

Tears don't light our way.

Let's go slowly.

Mom: I'll remember you and Daddy as we were.

Remember our agreement to walk together in the next life.

The winds of misery pierced through the darkness of the earth, and countless white clouds surged in the sky.

Your soul cries out in anguish, ringing in your mother's ears. I look far away and breathe with you.

Even if it is a landslide, your scars have survived.

Even if the ground is cracked, your will is stronger.

Beijing with a five-pointed star has never slept all night; The Prime Minister's plane, non-stop; The eyes of the people, restlessness and prayers.

Since we can't choose our fate, we can fight with our hands and bodies.

Can you, in Wenchuan, hear our blessings of peace?

You in Wenchuan, please wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes, and we will spend the darkness with you.

You, Wenchuan, please follow the banner of the sickle and hammer to lead us to the light of peace.

There are always sufferings in history, and it has always been our wish to avoid them. And some suffering, we only have to bear the pain and bravely challenge.

Although I am in a safe place separated by several mountains, my heart is all swayed by you in Wenchuan. Because our mountains are continuous with mountains, and the water is also connected.

I can tell. Hear, you in Wenchuan, the sound of tears from every heart, and you can hear the voice of your soul striving for self-improvement.

The clouds are surging and the strong winds are blowing, and this will soon pass, because your strong faith coexists with heaven and earth.

Once again, let's light the light by candlelight and put an end to the madness of darkness.

I wish you in Wenchuan: all life is green, vigorous and fluffy!