Write poems for children in Wenchuan and find poems about the Wenchuan earthquake

Spring of '08.

There is a group of children.

Let me remember them.

They are unlucky. They are happy again.

Because the people of the whole country care about them.

They are thin.

But they are indeed strong.

Because in the face of difficulties.

They chose to be strong and live.

I think. Everyone did not choose when and where they were born.

But there is the right to choose to love and to be loved.

You are remembered by the people of our country.

Unfortunately, strong and lovely children of Wenxian County, Sichuan.

In the spring of '08, uneasy, uneasy.

Our loved ones, don't cry, don't cry.

No matter how great the suffering, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The spirit of resisting disasters will not leave or give up.

Let our hearts be together, let our love be on one side.

1.3 billion relatives are blessed, tomorrow's sun will be more beautiful!

On happy days, natural disasters struck.

**Heart palpitations, don't be afraid.

The uneasy mood will calm down quickly.

We are your relatives in the distance, don't give up in the ruins, hold on for a little more, and you can see the light again.

Poems written by Wenchuan for children in **Wenchuan**.

Child. Hurry up and hold on to Lingsun's mother'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. Too side pure black.

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.

Without my days, the ruler starts the chain.

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.

To the children killed in Wenchuan **

Thunder. You should fly with butterflies in such a season.

You should grow with the grass that is going to be good.

Your age is envied for being delicate.

Dreams of a good harvest flashed through the running fields.

The bag didn't go away, and it was accompanied by a clenched pencil.

There are poems and scriptures in Chinese combinations to accompany them. I feel.

A thousand assignments have said goodbye to the courses of yesteryear.

Premature inscriptions have been embedded deep in the scribbled rubble.

Heaven is nothing but a luxury of dust.

You see, the defeated butterfly dances in the heavens.

And the rain will not be long after.

Wash away the only coolness in the earthly square.

Child. Hold on to Mommy's hand.

The way to heaven.

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

Bumped heads. Fast.

Hold on to 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 paradise is a bit crowded and rental.

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.

Remember our pact.

Let's go together in the next life.

The two anchors read this poem for children with tears in their eyes, and lost their voices in grief several times.

Now every time Wenchuan is mentioned, there is a kind of choking, a feeling of wanting to cry!

Kids 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, Ji Mingnuan 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.

Which 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 Bodan agreement.

In the next life, we will walk together.

To the children killed in Wenchuan **

Thunder: You should fly with butterflies in a season like this.

You should grow with the damn grass.

Your age is envied for being delicate.

Dreams of a good harvest flashed through the running fields.

The bag didn't go away, and it was accompanied by a clenched pencil.

There are poems and scriptures in Chinese combinations to accompany them. I feel.

A thousand assignments have said goodbye to the courses of yesteryear.

Premature inscriptions have been embedded deep in the scribbled rubble.

Heaven is nothing but a luxury of dust.

Behold the butterfly dancing in heaven.

And the rain will not be long after.

Wash away the only coolness in the earthly square.

Poems written by Wenchuan for children in **Wenchuan**.

Child. Hold on to Mommy'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.

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 old wine.

You have to remember. My touch with my dad.

Come to hail like life, and we have to walk together.

Mom is closed. 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 mother is our mother.

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.