Prose on Praying for Life and Creating Miracles

Pray and believe that blood can work miracles; Pray and believe that life is endless; Pray and believe in the miracle that creates life. . .

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Who, so cold-blooded, shattered a paradise;

Who, so heartless, crushed the petals of dreams;

Who, so cruel, buried one hope after another.

who is it? who is it? . .

Those once beautiful cities, now, are just ruins, recalling the prosperity of the past in bits and pieces. In the distance, a once strange town has now become the most burning and crying memory in April.

In the distance, who is crying in horror and who is calling eagerly. . .

Touch the sad thoughts, blood and nerves are crying. Those compatriots, those who are connected with my blood, I can't bear to imagine how many lost dreams are buried in ruins.

The heartbreaking pain anesthetized my IQ. In the face of cruel reality, my thinking has become a virtual market.

Houses collapsed, roads were blocked, rocks fell, rainstorms poured down, communication was interrupted ... There were withered buds in the teaching building, which was terrible and devastated.

The tears of those separated families, the sadness of blood, and the breath buried under the ruins are all calling and shouting: save us, save my children. . . You can hear, you can hear the faint but still tenacious breathing, you can see, you can see the thin but still tall figure, you can see countless immature lives under the room, you can see the anxious but helpless eyes of mothers, you can see the little body that can't stop sobbing because of fear, and you can see the heart that we can't let go thousands of miles away. ! Yushu needs to be rebuilt, built on this ruin, and will be built better; Rebuild in the hearts of the people, and from then on, the weather is good and safe.

The roar of the earth, the roar of the ocean, the exhaustion of running water, why, everything is always difficult. Natural disasters? Natural disasters! Innocent lives passed away, prosperous cities were destroyed, and dreams of hope were shattered. Oh, my God, it's raining. Are there tears in the sky? Our relatives and compatriots, where are you? If it's okay. Tall and firm figures, loud and roaring voices, at this moment, turn all grief into the power of salvation, let the dead rest in peace, let the living move forward, let our hearts join together, hand in hand, tear open the ruthless magic scratches behind the natural disaster and rebuild another flower picking source.

Don't be vain, the crying in the earthquake shattered all the glitz and falsehood; Don't moan out of thin air, the pain in the heart and intestines in the earthquake lightens all the suffering; Don't be idle, the last moment of life in the earthquake revealed so many regrets. Life, I dare not define, nor can I define. All I know is that it is the cornerstone of everything. Without it, everything is illusory and everything is blank.

Let's observe a moment of silence together, and observe a moment of silence for those lost pains. . .

Let's mourn together and mourn for those lost souls. . .

Let's pray that life will work miracles. . .