Liu Hua, a hero everywhere, wiped his tears and searched in the ruins, but what he saw was heroes everywhere ... —— Inscription: Mother is the strongest architectural child. You should always keep your mother's mobile phone and remember the will brighter than tears all your life. Give her a reply when you can read. Just say-mom is the strongest building in the world. She stood tall when the house collapsed. When death approached, she closed the door for you. Wrap your skin in red and yellow bedding, comfort you with blood and milk, and cry in horror. Her knees are solid pillars. Her raised arms are also strong pillars. Four pillars in the sky hide you in her atrium, and the roof foundation is welded to the ground. The pillars of the earth plunge into the depths of the earth's crust and stare at the depths. Her slender waist is a strong beam. Each joint is a component of the loading roof. When you look up at your mother's body, perhaps, she is more like a palace with a dome. Her breasts hang like the sun and the moon, as if the wound on her body must be deeper than carving, and the scab on her face must be thicker than ink, son. Think of these as architectural decorations. They are auspicious patterns and patterns, conveying the blessing of praying for peace for you. If it weren't for the earthquake, the unique mother would be like a cabin in a fairy tale. Because of the disaster, the young mother used her crawling body to complete a brilliant and eternal architectural composition in an instant-her flesh and blood is the highest cement, her bones are the highest quality steel bars, her body is the most compressive structure, and her posture is the most in line with architectural standards. Can the house not be a sculpture of love? Tears welled up in my eyes when I wrote this, son, just tell your mother in heaven-tears filled my eyes when I wrote it here. Come with me. Come with me, just like when I got married. Hold my mount with your legs, put your arms around my waist and stick your chest on my back. All bumps are love, and all speeds are the frequency of my heartbeat. Come with me, just like when you go out. Rivet your fingers into my chest ribs, wedge your cheeks into my shoulder blades, tie your long hair around my neck, and a tree resolutely picks up its fallen figure. A vine binds two trees together, and the two trees depend on each other. Come with me, it's like a long trip. Draw your breath with my breath, warm your body with my blood, and blush your face with my eyes. Your face is always so deep that you will never forget it. Let's call it a disaster and hope it doesn't return to the gap. Come with me. This is the last farewell. Let my heartbeat activate your heartbeat. Let my soul carry your soul Let my body still love yours. Come with me. I will solemnly tell the earth that you drove the crane from your lover's back to the west. You died with death for many days. The broken sound persists for a long time. Broke my heart. You hugged two children tightly with your arms. You bless your students with your soul. You are firm and motionless. You are so absorbed that you are not awake. What bitter struggle did you use to win the children's survival? Through the arms that you can't get rid of anymore, I imagine that thrilling struggle. Death is probably a fierce hungry eagle waving its claws and diving into the wind. Death is probably a wild beast, whose maw is deeper than the abyss. The building collapsed, but you stood upright and cried. The wind shook you, but you were dignified. You use your arms as wings and your body as a shield to protect your young life. You can't spare it. I think you must have smashed the skull of death with your head, hit it in the heart with your foot and bit its neck with your teeth. The gravel on the ground is obviously the broken bone thrown away by death-you just die with it. I think you must have smiled in the ruins, because all disasters are afraid of smiling. I think you must be singing in the dark, because any death is afraid of singing, and you die with death, so the children are saved and resurrected in your smile. In your favorite song about wings, you hug them tightly with singing wings. Only singing can separate you from the children. After giving your youthful life, you gave your arms in the name of your soul. However, your arms are so strong and sunny, just like the distant place with wings is Wan Li Pengcheng ... (Liu Hua, a famous poet, is currently the vice chairman of Jiangxi Federation of Literary and Art Circles and Jiangxi Writers Association. This poem is taken from the author's long poem Three Minutes, published in Jiangxi Daily on May 30th, 2008).

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