Children, we are sorry! Please don't trace your way back here.

Ren:
I cried, tears slowly tries to escape my eyelids,
when I read this article, I can't stop the emotional impact to reach the deepest place in my heart, as a human have wonderful life compare to theirs,
I cried, maybe one part of me is glad that I'm not a Chinese, but the part of being a human shares the sadness felt by this very author, who tells billions of Chinese parents' voice in their mind.

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Children, we are sorry!
You certainly shouldn't be the victim,
and school buildings should be the strongest in the world.
But I see by my own eyes,
your school collapse first,
where should be full with sound of joy and laugh,
are now endless wreckage.

Children, we are sorry,
you fell, how come those adult still standing shamelessly?
I hate myself, since I can't strengthen your school buildings,
If I have the right, Ill build your school as strong as government plaza, which stands firmly even during the earthquake.

(ren: ZF is a shortened phrase for "政府", which means government,
they do this in order to cheat the monitoring firewall of China.)

Children, we are sorry,
I can only give you my condolence silently,
use my tear to wipe the blood stain on your face,
sleep, children!
I hope there are pure cloud of happiness in heaven,
they will protect your soul, gone with the wind.

At 14:28, May 12, 2008. You just walked into classroom prepare to attend class,
but before you can even hear clearly the first English phrase from teacher, the building collapse in a sudden. Black, was all you can see. In this beautiful May, the season when flowers bloom, children, you were at the age like this poetry blooming season, you left this world, without the time to call Dad or Mom for the last time.

I still remember the day before this disaster, it's Mother's Day, your mother still greeted by your message, you said that you get really good score from the exam to Mom. But just one night past, it's like these never happened. Those strong fathers and kind mothers, they have to held each other, staggering along their way to school,
they use their shaky hands, use flashlight to search through each small bodies, in the cold windy night, your yet to grow body seems even weaker. Icing cold concrete plate smashed on your head, blood spread all over the wall bricks. Dad and Mom tries to identify one by one, before even see the face under plastic bag, Mom are so sure who wares the pink socks are their lovely daughter, since there are threads weaved by Mom. That boy in blue sport suit, was a key member of school basketball team, that one time smiled shiny face were penetrated by iron wires, he told his Mon Yao Ming is his idol.

Kids, you are cold, right? Let Mom put more papers under your body!
Children, you are afraid, right? Let Dad hold your hands once again!

You quietly lie on where once to be your playing ground, but you can't hear Mom's calling. Mom raise you carefully, hire teachers to teach piano and painting, but you were all yet to enjoy the world of prosperous, yet to suffer the noise and duties, you all left quietly.

300 ready to bloom flowers buried under the wreckage.
Children, may godspeed on your way to heaven!

Children, we are sorry!
Uncle can not kill all those corrupted, greedy and useless officials.....

I'm so angry, can't even eat at all.

If those greedy official are not punished,
how to comfort your soul?!

At that moment, how many kids yelled for Mom?
So sad...(sobbing...)

Why are those students died and injured?!
What kind of world is this?!

Children, we are sorry! Please don't come back here.
Please do not come back from the way you leave with your next life.

I can't say anything more!
I told my son these day most frequently: "Son, you must study hard, I'll do everything I could to send you to foreign country, Dad is old, I'm okay with this!"