Prayer ( mark

nramweslll · Wysłany: Śro 22:26, 23 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Prayer ( mark

Ren Xiang

a nightmare earthquake has passed, passed, and as sub-grind wheat Shilu pitch later, like rolling thunder rolled passed the horizon, such as Mustang fled the grasslands rush over. I Chuan-Shan Gan Meili poor earth, All of a sudden, leaving only water left was wrecked, like scales Longbei out, like wind and rain erosion of the paintings, sighing sadly at the ruins.
sorrow, my dear eighty thousand fellow Americans, you see the earth after the ravages of the most crazy, not enough time uttered a scream to the sky with the cloud of dust away, drifting away, into the Western Paradise of the residual cloud pieces, soaked in the tears of grief tank, suspended in the dignified air. After a violent earth tremor, the like of a person committed a mental illness, where the continuation of the last spasm, he looked at was to destroy life and property, alone in silence in Zihui trenches.
not three feet solitary graves, only rubble and covered with blood stained compatriots, your world as you could hear the piercing cry issued [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Evocation of the Spirit banners everywhere, such as lost kite, between the long neglected cemetery waving everywhere looking for their loved ones cry hoarse, full basement, could not lift his knees to the head, the sound of the weeping sent down to the days of a cry. Not wishing to ah, life was like at that moment fragile hair hanging all the people have a good intentions, I hope heaven has eyes, all this is not really nice. But the end did not imagine a better break the shackles of reality. Earthquake, eventually we lose the survival of their homes, lost our homeland in the long watch and hope.
long been dead men, and students will be how to live?
like the deep sea in the spring of the second year, let us lay the dead to write text, so this year we have accumulated on the fellow feelings and thoughts, such as heavy rain to the earth like a spill, the disaster to the full the cries of the world with Disabilities.
not bear very thick ah, it is very thick it can not bear to shake off the grass, sun and the moon eclipsed, the national flag half-down, mountains and rivers of sobs, the coffin of the horrors such as forest, my dear dead, so you should have heard the voice of my heartache You may have seen the blood dripping in my eyes, like a heavy hammer to fall to the earth as fast. Not words, not words, remembering the days of tearing a section of a withdrawal of the strands of the living heart, razor Through the Eye of the day, every moment is so difficult, difficult breathtaking.
However, we are young and strong country, after all, originated in the embryo of civilization, after all, five thousand years has nurtured the love, after all, blood brothers in each other's feelings. In the face of this sudden catastrophe, the Chinese showed great affinity, such as the Magdeburg hemispheres that work together, how can not pull out. Even the distant foreign country, black skin white skin good government and people, but also extend a warm hand full support of the earthquake, the wealthy money, powerful output. Sky Flying Eagle numerous temporary hospitals, long dragon-like relief on the ground running with the train. How many young body, with their great love to live the life of the most beautiful flowers, with blood and sweat of spectrum into relief song.
forget, even though their loved ones are buried in the ruins of the mountain heavy, you resolutely to reach out to other victims, even though you are heartbroken, Ganchangcunduan, you have to stand up and grinding his teeth, he was rain and bloody tears rolled from his face, with shambling gait to another crying voice. [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
forget, Sichuan, raising the number of land hero sons and daughters, they used the industrious hands of this fertile land reclamation, rape Hong season, bees flying season, but coming to this great evil , as if the devil covered with one huge Heijin Tianfu this beautiful garden, sonorous sound of a Shashi River become so hoarse and weak.
forget, earthquakes and torrential rain in the volume screw those nights together, we are apes Xiangxi, every night accompanied by the wind in the helpless, the flames jump up on the terror of the night sky, the alarm in the long night like wolves howling, We comforted each other, comfort the dead are no longer afraid of the heart, we, like the poor panda, the finder of lost forest, after thinking about tomorrow's breakfast will be there.
Perhaps you can hesitate a second, for that flash across my mind the whole family, to sit there straight with his fingers the wedding, and Wang Yi Men to gray-haired parents, educating people to the campus hard and the sincere wishes of happiness; you had to pause, to be milk infant child, to guard bridges and relaxed comfort of others, to half their hard-earned income, but you do not like selfish, you write with anger and grief into the forward line of poetry, this verse clearly there in the proud descendants of the blood is flowing, this verse, like the Yangtze and the Yellow River flow. You watched the collapse of their own houses, jar on the ground to pieces, his wife's mouth keep the bright red blood, and even see the side of the body of his son had no chance. You retreat it? You shook it? Your soul is as soft as cotton twist it? You do not, you just run around the clock to save people of every village to look for opportunities, even the rest of the work at all. A great number of you, not disappeared in the earthquake in the night, but in relief on the battlefield, with this beautiful world made a goodbye, from writing for himself and the world such as a grid of
Time flies and time again is one year, buried in the ground Yeah, my dear fellow, have you ever thought of this wonderful world. Fallen flowers in spring [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], summer and catkins elegant, autumn clouds high horse manure, winter snowflakes. Which days of blue tents round after round, and that a rate relief images, which trekking eye-catching slogans, then immersed in memories of pain and nostalgia of the world's attention, always warning us, so we remember with regret Looking back on that period of mood and death struggle years.
dawn will come, soaked in sweat, happiness will come. You see, you see, [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Let us give you Shangfen it [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Let us give you silence it!
Let us in this commemoration of the
2010/01/17 Gansu Dangchang