6 . I’ll never forget May 12. 2008. We were having classes at Beichuan Middle School, Sichuan Province, when a huge ______ hit the area.

At about 2:28 pm, our ______ , Mr. Wang, was teaching us singing on the fourth floor of the Teaching Building. ______ we felt the building shaking violently. It was an earthquake! Our building starting to ______ . It was too late to rush out to the ______ . We were told to hide under the desks. ______ later, the whole building fell down. We were ______ and couldn’t move a little at all. No one could really imagine at that split second, how much pain we had ______ or how desperate( 绝望) we felt as we waited to be ______ . I heard Mr Wang calling our names again and again…

Hours later, some people came to rescue and ______ of us were saved luckily.

Later, I ______ this huge earthquake scaled 8.0 magnitude. It hit several provinces including Sichuan, Gansu and Shanxi. So far it has ______ more than 80,000 and injured 360,000. My hometown—Beichuan was ______ the worst-hit areas. Our school, which was ______ filled with vigor (活力) and laughter, was a dead valley.

World after such a(n)______ could appear nothing but empty and pointless. So many people’s lives were taken away, so much ______ was done and the whole city was ______ . Beichuan has become a history.

Now, some of my classmates and I were ______ to study in a middle school in Jiangsu Province. I still ______ dreaming and still strive for a better future: to make our homes beautiful yet ______ .

May victims rest in peace. May survivors live to be stronger.