5 12 earthquake short message

There is also such a mother under the ruins of Wenchuan earthquake: at the most critical moment, she covered her children with her body; At the last moment of her life, she left her last words to her children by text message: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you". (.cn) Motherly love is boundless. Disaster suddenly arrival, maternal love unlimited extension. How many mothers pour their love into each child. When their children were still lying in the ruins, they risked their lives to save other children; Children rescued from the ruins are hungry and naturally open their skirts; When they see that some children will never find their parents again, they consciously assume the responsibility of being mothers. They know that every child is a mother's child. True feelings are infinite. When the disaster suddenly strikes, family, love, friendship ... all the precious feelings in the world are magnified and strengthened by the disaster. All people-whether doomed or lucky to escape, whether calling for help or saving people, whether dying or screaming at the top of their lungs, at the first moment, the first name they shout must be the one they care about most. Love is infinite. When disaster strikes suddenly, the traditional virtues in ancient China are carried forward, the universally respected value orientation is highly recognized, the advantages of the social system are fully displayed, and the flash of human nature hidden in people's souls is naturally generated. Benevolence, honesty, gratitude, responsibility, sacrifice, efficiency, order, respect for life ... These familiar and unfamiliar things, even when dormant, are awakened by the vibration of the earth. When disaster strikes suddenly, it is not all disability, death, fear and sadness. You see: deep in the ruins, there is a faint light. It's a girl buried in the ground, reading and studying with a flashlight. She used this small space as a classroom for self-study; You see, deep in the ruins, there is a faint light. It was a buried man who lit the cigarette. He used this small corner as his living room. Listen: Under the messy ruins, there is a gentle song. It's a girl in kindergarten. Her feet are stuck and her lower body is covered with blood. She sang "two tigers, two tigers, run". She is comforting her uncle with nursery rhymes to drive away her pain. Listen, in that busy rescue scene, a boy of 17 years old who was buried under the rubble for 80 hours was rescued. The first sentence he said was: "Uncle, bring me a coke, it should be frozen"-this is a common sentence. At this special moment, it amused both the rescuers and the sad China. The disaster struck suddenly, not all of it was broken walls, but the mountains and rivers were broken. You see, the parachute drops slowly from an altitude of 8000 meters. Under every parachute, there is a paratrooper who has just written a suicide note. It is a green flower blooming over the earthquake zone. You see, the tents are neatly arranged for miles. There are students who read Lang Shu, angels in white who saves people, and peasant women who make a fire and cook. They are blue and other colored flowers blooming in the earthquake zone. Everyone remembers that moment-a short and long three minutes: the Republic was silent, depressed and moaning. The national flag is at half mast, the land of China, and the solemn and stirring of 65.438+0.3 billion people have merged into rivers and seas, which is earth-shattering, terrible and earth-shattering. Now, although the trauma of the earth has not healed, aftershocks are intermittent. The fields in the earthquake zone are dotted with scattered and busy farmers, scalpers and agricultural machinery. Seeing such an idyllic farming map, people seem to temporarily ease their sadness. Rapeseed has been threshed, wheat has been put into storage, and farmers have begun to cultivate new hope. The college entrance examination is just around the corner, and teachers and students are sowing the future in full swing. Everyone's heart is looking forward to the harvest of the earth in the coming year, and the azaleas and pigeons baptized in Shan Ye will bloom more brilliantly. . cn/data/detail.php？ id= 19057

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