当灾难来临时,我们该怎么办的英文作文 在3月14日21.00之前写给我,

When disaster comes, the flowers no longer tender lips, pine is no longer vigorous and powerful, towering mountains and rivers are no longer magnificent home is no longer and happier life, people no longer laughter. I will no longer remain indifferent to, no longer silent indifference. I would angrily forward.
I want to take up my luggage, picking up my spear, and put on my courage, pluck up my courage, take my strong ... ... in the morning before the Red Square toward the lost. In the rubble, in the cries, the raises a red flag and lead the people from the disaster over again.
Dear Mother, please forgive her daughter's departure. I'm going to save the land that devastated those trapped. With my petite shoulders to give them a ride, I smile with a trace of warmth to them, with my weak body to them put up a sky.
I will offer up my hair, so she no longer flying blind as before.
I jumped at the sudden fires, try to do my whole body strength. If they had made a fire burned by the Phoenix, I will not backwards. I am the roaring of the fire 向那 hub, into that crumbling house, pick up that crying baby. Put the lives of vulnerable and valuable property submitted to the owner's arms, only to see their happy faces.
I rushed to that village has become a vast expanse of water, let water wet my face. I want to fight with that roar of the flood, the old man trapped in the roof back into the waters to recede on the land, the cold shivering puppy into her arms.
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When disaster comes, the clouds to suppress peaceful night, danger of loud approaching sound of our school books. I can not go back I will take up the bags. Be a soldier fighting for the people.
Even if the raging fire burning my flesh and blood, even if the fury of the floods engulfed my body. I was willing to withstand disaster, panic, people saw a little bit of hope, even if I speak into a gleaming star in the shady, I would pleased to watch the ground.
When disaster comes, I will not secretly hiding in the corner alone to enjoy the quiet life. I want to fly like the Eagles brave the steep cliff. Even if it is waiting for me to pieces. I want to greet the storm fly, fly it really prove that I exist.
Is to a disaster in the face, a great mother saw her son alive under his legs, a brave teacher to students wish to leave to the students, there are fearless fighters flesh welcome disaster. And I, how can the face of disaster prohibitive? How can we just looked at pictures before angrily tears without them? Composition
When disaster comes, I will come forward and forward, they would rather do a burning of the Phoenix, a star, a dust. And the country and the people have to ride the disaster, ushered in the dawn.
Only wish when I look back, will not be cowardly and remorse, not because of mediocrity and shame.
But, my dear mother, when disaster strikes, please forgive her daughter's departure. But, dear mother, when disaster strikes, you are satisfied to let his daughter go! But, she also earnestly pray, 9.6 million square kilometers of land will never be a disaster coming.