Child, take my hand.

The road to paradise is too dark

I worry you will hurt yourself

Please hurry and grasp my hand

I will lead you, Let me lead you

Mother, I fear.

The road to heaven is so dark and I cannot find your hand

Ever since the walls collapsed

Darkness surrounds me

No longer will I be able to see your loving face

Child, walk the road

That you must take.

Where you will not be sad

There will be no more endless text books or punishment

I promise.

But you must remember your father’s touch

My touch and we must be together in the next life

Mother, you mustn’t worry.

The road to heaven is crowded

There are many friends and we say not to cry.

Here

One person’s mother is everybody’s mother and One mother’s child is every mother’s child

I am not lonely

As time passes without me

Pass on your love to the children who still live

Today

Mother, don’t cry.

Your tears can’t light our path

So let us walk and find our own way through this darkness Steadily

Towards the light

Mother, I’ll remember. I’ll remember you, and father

I’ll remember our promise

For the next life

And then…

Then we will walk together

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

With the tremendous sound of the shaking of the ground

I saw you sink down on the chaotic playground

In my ears the grieved shouts still resound.

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

The stars filling the sky are all your tears

I am not wandering lonely in darkness

Hand in hand classmates sing themselves hoarse

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

The teacher said the twittering of birds and the fragrance of flowers was not there again

Thus I am reluctant to part with the scene and keep looking back,

So desolate are the blue hills and green streams.

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

Just couldn't bear to part from my dream which I have dreamed of

Please help me tidy away my beautiful schoolbag

I hear the elder sisters read aloud in the ruins

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

Alas, I can't wait to see green uniforms

I still want to finish my homework assigned by the teacher

And miss the blackboard, the book and the class

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

I’m neither naughty nor break your heart again.

I will bear in mind your smiling appearance.

In the afterlife I still want to nestle up to your warm breast.

Mother, please don’t cry, I went to paradise

Where there is the lamplight, there is hope for life

When I open my eyes, I want to see you live toughly

Your love lightens my path for ever…

It was raining...

 

A month ago, our company had released the notification that we would organize a travel going to Heyuan. What good news! I was in a transport of delighted at the good news. Yeah! You know, travel is my favorite.

 

Days passed, and it seems everything is still up in the air. However, I had the affair on the brain. I have no alternative but to wait.

 

Today, I have received an e-mail from general manager. It reads, “Influenced by the weather, the plan of travel must hang fire for a time.”

 

Oh, my goodness! How disappointed I was! Maybe my hopes were so high I was doomed to disappointment.

Dear Judy, I was surprised to answer your phone at noon. Well, we have already met last Sunday. I was delighted to see you but I didn’t show it very much, so did you. I often look back on my university days. There are lots of things about you and I in my mind as if happened yesterday.

 

After graduation, we said “goodbye” to each other. Then you went to Fujian and started to look for your job while I came to Shenzhen. At that time, you often wrote a letter to me and told me about your things until you came to this city, which I stay in. I know, you are still in here, here with me. How grateful I was to you, Judy!

 

I won’t forget your kindness and generosity. Surely, I’ll never forget the days when we were together, especially the days when we worked together. We call that a happiness. We sang the songs that days and helped each other. Oh, a special experience!

 

Last Sunday, we finally met again. We were chatted and played as same as before. Think it over; we haven’t seen each other for a year. I thought I have a lot to say to you, but I didn’t know how to say. Maybe I was too excited to say it.

 

I ate the jellies you bought. It really melts in your mouth. I think that our friendship just like jellies. It’s pure, subtle, peaceful and abiding, isn’t it? Dear Judy, I want to say, “ you are not only my roommate but also my close friend. Really, you are important in my heart.” let’s drink to our everlasting friendship.

I seldom wrote something about my old brother before. He is more than 10 years older than I. To me, he is very strange because we seldom get together with each other. Well, I wasn’t hoping for special affection from him.

 

Not until my old brother called to me to continue my studies did I realize how he cares for me. I was only fifteen years old that year. As a little girl who just leaves middle school, how did I look for my job? Then I had attended computer-training class and prepared to look for my job. And then a phone changed everything. Really, my brother changed my life. He told me to go on and enjoy my studies. After that, I passed the college entrance exam and started to my new life. He always encouraged me to study hard to enlarge my sight. Now, we are in the same city but still seldom to keep touch with each other. However, I know, he would always be with me.

 

Instead of giving warm words in daily life, he gave me specific advice and suggestions. He told me how to deal with interpersonal relationship how to make a plan for my future and how to challenge myself. From an ignorant girl to a sensible girl, I really have changed a lot. All this is connect with my brother.

 

I don’t know how to express my gratitude enough to him. I 'd like to tell everyone that I have a great brother. how luckly I am! I think the greatest love come from the life and it needs our bright eyes and heart to find.

 

I only hope my old brother could find his princess as soon as possible. I bless you, my dear brother. If we could live again, I hope you were my young brother and let me protect you.

NOT until the terrible earthquake hit Sichuan Province on May 12 did I realize that I had fallen for him and would love him forever.

Wang Yu was a good friend in high school. To tell the truth, he was not very smart or outstanding at that time. But he was kind-hearted, generous and helpful to everyone. Since he was tall and strong, he always treated me like his little sister. I liked the feeling of being protected by a masculine brother like him.

But one day he told me, "I love you, Ling. I have been in love with you since junior high school. But…"

"What?" I was so angry that I shouted at him. By telling me this now, he was distracting my attention from my studies. So I quickly ran away.

A few days later, I learned that he had quit school. Later, he sent me a letter from Sichuan Province and told me that he had joined the army. In the letter, he apologized for his words and encouraged me to study hard to pass the college entrance exam.

I forgave him and told him we would be best friends forever. I worked hard and got admitted to my dream university, after which he told me again that he loved me. But this time he said he wouldn't force me to do anything. He said he would be a good brother to me and would spare no effort to help me if I ever got in trouble. Every night, he sent me a message. He said he just wanted me to know that he would always be with me.

Out of habit, on the night of May 12, I took out my cellphone to read his message. But there was nothing. "What's wrong with him?" I thought. Is he ill or busy with his mission? I couldn't fall asleep that night. The next day I learned about the horrible earthquake.

Was he all right? I dialed his cellphone number. No answer. Was he injured or … I didn't dare to keep thinking along those lines. I dialed again. No response. I cried my eyes out.

Until that time, I had not realized how much I cared for him. I lived on in fear until my cellphone rang at last. I burst into tears immediately when I heard his hoarse voice.

"I am OK," he said. "The earthquake has caused a break in communications, so I could not get in touch with you. But I'm OK."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I sobbed.

"I'm very sorry, but communications have only just been restored. We are doing the disaster relief work now. It's urgent. So I won't be able to contact you again for several days, OK?"

"I know. I wish I could be with you. I'll love you forever."

"You're certainly always with me, honey, heart to heart though far apart."

"Listen, I'm proud of you. But what I want you to do is take care of yourself and make sure that you come back safely, OK? I really can't lose you."

"OK, I promise. Honey, I'm not afraid. I'll try my best to rescue the survivors with your love. I love you."

Now I'm doing what I can do to support the people in the disaster areas–donating money and blood and praying for them, especially for my beloved Wang Yu.

I'M by no means a beauty. I have small eyes, dark skin and a flat nose. I'm always neglected and people call me "garlic nose" and "small eyes".

Once I overheard a friend describing me as "a kind-hearted girl with a terrible face". You can't imagine how unhappy that made I feel. I know I am not pretty, but I was still upset by her bluntness. I developed an inferiority complex. I wasn't hoping for special affection from my peers. Being loved by anyone seemed an elusive dream. However, all this changed when I met Eric.

Eric is a handsome boy from my class. Tall, fair-skinned, athletic and humorous, he is a superstar in many girls' eyes. However, I didn't have any intention of making friends with him. I always felt good-looking boys looked down on me. By chance, Eric and I were placed in the same group in our oral English class. We soon got to know each other and talked a lot after class and on QQ. To my surprise, he is not only easy-going, but sensitive too.

Once he left a message for me on QQ, "Behind your sunny smiles there lies an unhappy soul." I was touched. I find it easy to get along with people and I'm always laughing. But that didn't mean I was happy. Essentially, I was lonely. All too often, I would think of those unbearable nicknames when I closed my eyes.

I asked him how he sensed my unhappiness. He gave me a smile and said that he had observed that when I was alone my face showed deep loneliness and frustration.

I told him that I felt inferior because of my looks. Instead of giving routine reassurances such as, "Don't think about it" or "You're OK.", he gave me specific advice and suggestions. He told me how to dress and how to draw more attention to myself with accessories. Then he said, "The first time I saw you, I could sense that you are a classy person. Later, I discovered you were born in a famous city – that settled it for me." Finally he said, "If you take advantage of your character, you willl make yourself much more attractive."

His comments inspired me, though I only half believed them. I told myself not to just concentrate on my appearance but also on my personal qualities. I read lots of books and learned musical instruments. Meanwhile, Eric was following my changes. He was my backup, who shared my joys and sorrows. He encouraged me to be more ambitious. Our friendship was like crystal: pure, clean and transparent.

Thanks to Eric, I'm now more confident and know how to enjoy life. Old friends who haven't seen me in years are surprised by the way I have changed. When they see me they say I am much prettier.

One day, I left a message for Eric on QQ, saying, "Thank you for turning an ugly duckling into a white swan." He replied, "I just turned a white swan into Snow White."

Yesterday, I got up early and went to visit my sister’s family. In fact, I wanted to go to the seaside with them. Well, we had planned to go to the seaside to enjoy the strong waves and fresh air. However, it has been raining these days. Fortunately, the rain passed off yesterday. Yeah, it was a lovely day to go to the beach.

 

When we arrived at the beach, we took off our shoes and walked on the sands. Then, we scattered to pick seashells. Well, the sea works high that it penetrated through my clothes. I really like this feeling...

 

My little nieces always said the same words, “ dear aunt, did you pick it? You must give it to me.” Wow, they are twins and often quarrel with each other. Sure, they are cute and pretty babies. When we were sitting in the car, the big niece suddenly asked her father, “Daddy, let us live by the sea, ok? I like sea, so does my young sister.” Then, the her young sister feigned that she was crying and said, “Daddy and mama, we really hope to live long shore…”

 

“Oh, my babies, don’t cry. Of course you can do it when you grow up. And you must word hard, or you will miss it.” Their father replied.

 

‘But when did we can grow up? Is it on tomorrow?” the young sister asked me.

 

“Yes” I said with a smile.

 

“ Yeah,” they were so happy to hear that. Then, they taught me singing…

 

The world is very pure and beautiful in children’s eyes. I like my lovely nieces and enjoy to playing with them. They are my happiness. Honey, the aunt hopes you are happy and pure, forever.

 

I had a wonderful time on June 1, 2008. That's Children's day.