这是一首网络上的诗，只看了几行，就哭了。

灾难面前，人太弱小。

电视上、广播上、报纸上，每天都有让人落泪的消息。

但哭过之后呢？

想起非典的时候，我们也曾同命相怜，可非典一过去，温情也过去了。

泪水不能代替反思。

同情心不能代替良知。

不想再说，灾难面前，人太弱小。

灾难中，有人自身的原因，有我们自己的原因，有我自己的原因。

Hurry, Child, Hold Mommy's Hand
– For the children passed away in the earthquake

(Thanks to an anonymous author)

Child, hurry up

Grasp Mommy's hand

The road to heaven

Is too dark

Mommy is afraid

You will hit your head

Hurry up

Hold Mommy's hand

Mommy will guide you

Mommy

I'm scared

The Road to heaven

Is too Dark

I can't find your hand

Since

The collapse of the walls

Stole the sun

I can't see

Your tender eyes either

Child

Get going on

The road ahead

No more sadness

No more endless textbooks

No more of Daddy's scolds

Just remember

The appearance of Daddy and I

We'll be together again

Mommy

Don't worry

The road is a little crowded

With many students and friends

We all say

No need to cry

Anyone's mom is our mother

Mommy

Any kid is a child of mommy

Mommy

The days without me

Give your love to those alive

Mommy

Mommy

Don't cry

Tears can not illuminate

My road

Let me walk slowly on my own

Mommy

I'll remember what you and Daddy look like

Remember our promise

We will be family again!