A picture shows a dead student's hand holding a pen in the debris site of the Dongqi Middle School in Hanwang Town of the earthquake-hit Mianzhu, Sichuan Province, May 18, 2008.

A rescuer pulls out a body from the rubble of a collapsed building, five days after the quake in Yinghua town of southwest China's Sichuan province Saturday, May 17, 2008.

School bags are collected from the rubble of a collapsed building at Nanba Center Primary in the earthquake-hit Pingwu County, Sichuan province, May 16, 2008.

Student ID tags are placed on the ground at the Juyuan Middle School, in Dujiangyan, in China's southwest Sichuan province Saturday, May 17, 2008. All but a handful of the school's 900 students were killed when the school collapsed in Monday's earthquake. China is to launch an investigation into why almost 7000 schoolrooms were destroyed and thousands of children killed in the earthquake, after accusations that the schools were shoddily built.

Yan Baozhen holds the foot of her daughter Lin Jingrong, 6, who was found amidst the rubble of the Qushan kindergarten in Beichuan county, Sichuan province May 16, 2008. Lin's body was found together with that of a classmate. The pair, who had been taking a nap when the earthquake hit on Monday, were later buried together at a nearby park.

A couple mourn beside the body of their child which was recovered from the rubble of a school destroyed after an earthquake in Beichuan, Sichuan province, May 17, 2008

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Imagine, what they're going through

Life, fragile as it is

Probably we've never experienced a natural disaster

We take everything, even life, for granted

Corpses of students, holding pens

The hunger to learn, for knowledge

Until their last breath

That very spirit, I give a standing ovation

How would you feel one day

When you were going through a normal routine

And the next moment

A loved one leaves you, forever

While you are reading this

Homeless people are struggling to live

Children sleeping on debris

Parents mourning for their child

All we can do, is give them moral support

And provide them with as much aid as possible

But no one can give them back the only thing they desire

Their loved ones

Voices calling out for help

Throughout the night

Hoarse, tired and desperate

The symphony of a disaster

Lives broken

Dreams stashed

What more can they possible lose

Every tear cried is a story to tell

Can you even bear to look

The heartaching photographs

Of motionless, small bodies

That was once a happy, alive child

Many say time heals everything

It's not easy, and it will never be

The world watches as the death toll increases

Hang in there.

四川，加油！