In a blink of an eye, a year has passed, and today it is 5.12. I think about the painful memory of a year ago, the suffering of the Sichuan compatriots, and the efforts of everyone at that time for this natural disaster. Xiao San can't help but immerse himself in sorrow.

One year has passed, and the compatriots who are willing to die will go all the way. The living people will continue to live. Here, only one blessing can be sent by Xiaosan.