In the sound of the whistle,the May meeting of rain and tears.This is a sad moment:the mothers,fathers,sons,daughters,wives,husbands,lovers,teachers,students,friends,colleagues,neighbours… ...to at 14:28 on May 12 before the dull,busy,hope ,Disappointed,sad,happy…… those beutiful days.
Today's Wenchuan Festivals,it is only a short farewell.Life,not just breathing and heartbeat.Man's bitterest sorrows are separation and death not the lives of the border.Pro-people did not leave,everything will continue.In the ruins of the baby crying sound,called a "Wenchuan" new life,born today.
