Since the afternoon of May 12, I have been paying attention to the news about the Wenchuan earthquake.

When a message comes and pictures come, I feel my heart shake constantly, without the need for language or music to instigate. The real picture and the real sound make people feel sour in their hearts and tears in their eyes.

A scene—

In a collapsed house, when rescuers dug it open, they were shocked to find that a young mother was holding a baby, her mother's shirt was lifted up, and her baby's little mouth was still in her mother's *. The baby slept very well and her face was flushed, but her mother's face was gray and she had long lost her vitality.

The mother died and the baby lived.

At the moment of death, the mother protects the child with her body and breastfeeds her daughter for the last time, leaving her vitality to her children!

Looking at this scene, my heart twitched violently!

This is maternal love!

When I saw scenes one by one, many mothers shouted their children's names at the top of their lungs and fainted in pain. The shrill sounds were like a sharp sword piercing the hearts of people. I felt sour and heavy in my heart.

now--
Chapter completed!