Writing an essay on the topic of amnesia

1. Composition: Write an essay on the topic of memory

Best answer: We are gradually losing all memories, name is, age is, even those we have loved or hated So do people.

——Inscription

I remember a line in "Ashes of Time" that says: The biggest trouble people have is that their memory is too good. If they can forget everything, every day in the future It will be a new beginning, so tell me how happy it is.

Who knows, but we are walking through remembering and forgetting, the bustling scenery and the real and illusory light merge into a kind of loneliness, the happy days of the past settle into a wisp of smoke, how many days, we flow in In the space covered with sad words, a person is wandering lonely, typing on the keyboard. Sometimes it is like a lonely fish, occasionally shaking its body, letting the turbulent water waves turn into words, waiting for the interpretation of a close friend.

I often say to myself: "Forget it! Find a new self."

Pleasant memory is a very strange carrier. , often the more you want to forget, the less you will forget it, and the more you want to remember, the more slowly it becomes no longer clear.

So, maybe, sometimes, starting over may be the best option.

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But when the memories that should have turned into beautiful scars that are unforgettable, the meaning of life turns out to be desolate and desolate.

Yes, when memory disappears, so will the soul. We become blurred butterflies in the dust of love, looking for the freedom of love in the gap between remembering and forgetting, but not everyone’s love has it. You can stay tomorrow.

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There is another sentence in "Ashes of Time": When you can't have it, the only thing you can do is to prevent yourself from forgetting.

Time is gone, but fortunately, there are still some memories left, so that we can go back to the old places we have been, and imagine holding the hand of the beloved to point to the stars, and the gentle moonlight is still there. It is precipitating our stories, conveying the laughter we once had while watching the moon, and the shattered love.

It is said that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it will be another reincarnation. After 7 seconds, it will forget the sounds, colors, lights and shadows of the past, and re-invest in a new world to settle down.

Is it really willing to forget its passing by another fish 7 seconds ago, and is it willing to give up the familiar pool country where it played 7 seconds ago?

And we are also walking on the edge of remembering and forgetting...

Although the fish only has 7 seconds of memory, the important thing is that as long as the next 7 seconds, it can still be with its beloved. When people are together, there are new memories to remember.

I only pray: If we forget it, at least we have cried together, laughed together, and been to those beautiful places together.

Sometimes we really want to forget some pain, but we are more afraid of forgetting the good things.

About memory - we are helpless 2. An 800-word essay on the topic of picking up lost memories

The smoke and waves come and go, this life has been long since ancient times, the West Lake has been long, and the breeze is gentle. ”

The sky was still hazy.

Suddenly, a strange feeling arose, an invisible intuition that made me look for the lost memory.

At first glance The warm and cold spring is so cowardly, and is swallowed up by the ruthless winter before it has time to spread. Winter does not change its murderous nature because of the gentleness of spring, but gives it a fatal blow before spring has a breath. A blow. The warm spring breeze was tortured by the howling cold wind, and the sky was so cloudy that it seemed like it was going to snow, completely burying this fragile life.

I was walking in the park.

Walking through the forest path, it was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. Suddenly two girls appeared from my field of vision. They were laughing and holding hands. holding the racket.

That picture suddenly appeared in my mind - yes, this was one of my memories, and I found the fragments of the memory.

In the main entrance square, two vigorous figures jumped into my eyes. The badminton that landed on the ground was picked up again and continued to fly with the efforts of the two people, but the long arc across the air was scratched in my heart. My memory was awakened and brought back to reality: the ball fell to the ground and can be picked up again. It was not broken; but what about that heavy friendship?

There are still remnants of ice on the green and quiet lake. The cold wind passes over the lake, breaking this beautiful mirror and causing ripples. The green water is originally worry-free, but its surface is wrinkled by the wind - after all, it is a flower in a greenhouse. When it is tested, it often cannot withstand strong winds and waves. There was an old duck coop half-floating on the lake, and the ducks inside had long since disappeared. I know that on that snowy day, there were two ducks shivering in the cold wind standing on the snow-covered ice, and a figure stopped on the frozen lake to look at them, and there was another figure behind him. figure. The two ducks failed to survive the harsh winter and disappeared forever; and the flowers withered in the cold wind before they bloomed, leaving only withered yellow branches.

Pick up the dried flower bud, it is so fragile that it breaks into pieces at the slightest touch. The messy fragments once contained so many beautiful memories of the past. Now, they have all dispersed with the wind and only I am left alone in the cold wind. Maybe, this is the memory I once had... 3. An essay titled "If one day I lose my memory"

If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: I loved you crazily. One person - Chen Xiang.

If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: I fell in love with Tianshui, Gansu because of him, not because of how beautiful that place is, but because the person I love is there. If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: I watched his MV countless times and never get tired of it.

If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: There are many photos of him in my mobile phone album, and he is also the wallpaper on my mobile phone. If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: My space will change a lot, and I will write a lot of his words.

I also forwarded many of their diaries and wrote about him. Most of the photos are of him.

If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: When I am sad, I will think of Chen Xiang and then smile. If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: I will be proud of my idol when I see Chen Xiang set a new record.

If one day I lose my memory, I hope someone will tell me: He is my idol and I am his orange. 4. Write an essay on the topic of "loss"

Loss is also a kind of beauty

The autumn wind gently blew through the treetops, and the red maple leaves fell one by one. . Everything was lost in a slight sigh, and finally returned to silence...

Lonely in a corner where no one is paying attention, as if forgotten by the world. At this moment, I seemed to have forgotten the whole world. After losing again and again, I no longer feel lost. After all, the branches are not the permanent destination of the red leaves. The red leaves are destined to leave the branches that they have relied on for a long time. Perhaps, this kind of loss is a kind of beauty, a kind of beauty with sadness, a kind of natural beauty.

Since you have lost it, why bother to search for it.

I once saw an article in a newspaper that I thought was insightful. The main idea was: A certain man accidentally lost thousands of dollars while traveling abroad, but he did not feel any heartache. A fellow traveler asked him how he could be so calm, and he replied: "Since you have already lost it, why bother to lose your good mood."

Isn't it? Life can't be perfect. When we gain too much, we inevitably lose something. If it is destined to be ours, we will naturally have it; but after our efforts, we still cannot get it. Losing it may be the only choice. Why should we be sad and painful because of loss? In that case, what we lose will be double.

Therefore, in the face of loss, we should treat each other calmly.

Of course, not everyone can face loss calmly. Because everyone's thoughts cannot be exactly the same, and because they have different understandings of loss, their reactions to loss will also be different. Only by seeing loss as a kind of beauty, as a natural law, and looking at it very lightly, can we have no intention of losing, and will we not lose more because of loss.

Facing loss calmly is a kind of transcendence. Only when you can be flattered when you gain and reap, can you be in a good mood to face loss. Only by not being happy about things and not being sad about yourself can we calmly face the losses in real life and take the losses lightly. In essence, only after experiencing the baptism of loss are we still not beautiful, are we not beautiful enough?

The road of life is very long, and everyone’s life cannot be smooth sailing. There will always be some disappointments... After everything that should be lost has been lost, and everything that should not be lost has been lost, I can’t help but feel sad. There is nothing to say, but we are still laughing all the way, waiting for the next upcoming gain and the next upcoming loss with an open and natural mood. 5. Write an essay on the topic of memory, no less than 600 words, about people’s memories.

Memory

Life is destined to be a cycle. In this reincarnation, my memory bubble is broken.

——Inscription

One, two, three... so many memory bubbles. I often feel like this, childhood is really good, you can play and jump in the season full of flowers, and you can live a carefree life.

In the blink of an eye, the innocent years passed from my hands, and the infinite beauty can only stay in my diary and in my heart. Maybe, this is human destiny, the better the time, the faster it passes. We have grown up slowly and we are no longer childish because we are already fourteen years old. The innocent children back then have now transformed into teenagers. As my thoughts mature, the burdens on my shoulders become heavier and heavier. Most of these invisible pressures come from my parents. I must get full marks in the exam, and I must win prizes in competitions... It makes me breathless. I want to return to that innocent world more and more, looking for those broken bubbles and those broken memories.

I like to sit on the grass with others, enjoy free sunbathing, and stare at the blue sky in a daze. "Mom, Mom, I want to buy ice cream, I want to buy it!" A woman and a child came over there. The child looked only three or four years old, but he already knew how to act coquettishly to his mother. Ice cream? If they saw this scene, I believe many people would think that the child was really naive, but I saw my own shadow in him. But I can no longer do this, because I am not a child, and I must be cautious in everything I say and do, and consider the consequences. I feel that my life is very tiring, and I miss the unrestrained life before.

However, people will grow up and cannot stay in one place forever. Life may be a cycle. In this reincarnation, my memory bubble is broken. 6. Write an essay on the topic of "That Memory"

In the evening, sitting on a small chair on the balcony, under the bright moonlight, the surroundings were particularly deserted. At this time, holding a book of poems and a cup of fragrant tea, I feel indescribably comfortable. In the hazy atmosphere, my thoughts drift to the past, and I think of that childhood memory that I will never forget...

I still remember living in the countryside when I was a child. The sky was always so blue and there were always so many smiles in my childhood. I always love to lie on my grandma’s knees and listen to her talk about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and listen to her sing the ballad “Pug, come to the market, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, bell,” With a smile on his face, he pulled a few willow branches from the willow tree above his head and braided a small willow hat for me, which made me giggle and attracted a few birds to listen and sing together.

Remember, that memory is happy...

When summer comes, the sun is blazing outside, and I, who was originally keen on playing outside, don’t dare to run around anymore. At this time, my grandpa will take out the breakfast bag Just the big watermelon chilled in the well always makes me drool and cheer. I like to hear the "bang bang" sound of grandpa patting the watermelon and the clicking sound of cutting the watermelon, and I also like to hear the phrase "Hey, another good melon" that he never leaves his mouth! I watched eagerly as the red juice flowed along the slit, and when I sniffed, I felt that only the sweet aroma was left in the air! At this time, I can't wait to take the first piece of watermelon, bite it, and the sweet and cold melon juice flows down my throat, sweet to the bottom of my heart! Before I had time to say "delicious", I started "bombing" like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruits. Even the black and shiny melon seeds could not be found, but grandpa would look at me lovingly, Patting me on the back: "Good boy, eat slowly! Eat slowly..." I nodded and let the juice flow down the corners of my mouth, and then naturally moved my face closer. Grandpa would always smile, I shook my head and wiped the juice from the corners of my mouth with my hands. I remember, that memory is sweet...

When autumn comes, the walls of the courtyard are covered with crystal clear, plump grapes, which often make me jump up and touch them, and then touch them again, which makes the The greedy doll, who was smaller than me, pointed at the purple ball, grabbed the adult's money-handling hand, and shouted "buy, buy". And every time, grandma always pushed away the adult's hand holding money, picked off a large bunch and gave it to the baby, patted the baby's little head, smiled, stuffed the peeled purple pearl into the child's mouth, and touched it with her hands. Touch ***'s little face to tease and smile. The hearty laughter echoed far under the blue sky and took root deeply in my heart. The memory of that period is laughter...

When the wheel of time flies ruthlessly, and when the memory gradually dissipates in the calendar, I suddenly find that I love memories more and more. The old man and the child eating watermelon, the old man and the child under the grape arbor...that shining memory warms my heart!

The haziness in front of my eyes gradually dissipated, and my thoughts gradually drifted back. I told myself: treasure these memories one after another, and cherish everyone around me now, forever!

Hope to adopt 7. Write a 600-word essay with the title of a journey of memory.

A journey of memory

A piece of colored chalk, write what has been written Enter the past.

This time is still so familiar. I can still find the seat where I once sat. Time flies. At that time, we were all children, children with bright smiles and carefree children. I don’t know the time. It passed by in a flash, and I didn’t know how to cherish it. I only knew how to play happily with my friends without any ties. I only looked at today and this moment. I didn’t remember yesterday or think about tomorrow. However, the happy days of six years in primary school were like running water. One minute slipped quietly through our fingers and slid into Father Time's backpack, waiting to "give" time to the next round of children again.

It wasn’t until the actual graduation day, when we might never see each other again for the rest of our lives, that we realized in a hurry that all the six years of primary school life were gone, and Teacher Time had taken it away. At that moment, my unstoppable tears fell down from my face like broken pearls and fell to the ground. Other students also shed tears without knowing it, and even the usually strict class teacher's eyes were red. She stood up, but she immediately turned around and wrote on the blackboard. The writing on the blackboard was no longer the densely packed and "dizzying" composition sentences and paragraphs that made people "unbelievable" in class, nor was it the "unbelievable" mathematical concept formulas. , not to mention the endless winter and summer vacation homework assigned by the "black-minded" teacher. It was just the final graduation message that the teacher wrote to us. There were one or two sentences in it: "Children, from today on, you I will chase my most beautiful dream..." Seeing the teacher's slightly trembling wrist, which seemed to have used up his best strength to write the beautiful words stroke by stroke, my heart couldn't help but tremble, and tears fell like tears. The reined horses were flying at a flying speed, and they were like a sudden and huge avalanche that could not stop "spraying" out.

The teacher turned around, her beautiful face still had obvious tears, but she held it back, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she started crying, and we also started crying -

In the end, we Before leaving the classroom, everyone "carved" their name on the blackboard with colored chalk.

Time flies, in fact, I know it, but I still look like a child hoping that time can stop for a moment, and praying that the memories left on the blackboard will never disappear and leave traces forever. 8. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of "encounter"

Encounter Even though we have memories, we don't regret meeting each other.

No matter the past, present or future. If there is a day when I lose my memory after separation, I will also beg God to preserve the moment when each of us met.

Because I don’t want to lose the beauty of the moment we met. Liu Che and Gillian met in the scene where the melodious flute sound passed through the butterflies.

At that moment, like countless flying flowers, a ripple flashed in the girl's clear eyes. I just like this scene, it is so beautiful and innocent, without any distracting thoughts, it is a unique beauty.

This kind of beauty can only be left to encounter. The encounter between Wang Xianzhi and his beloved concubine Tao Ye was mixed with such beauty. The "Tao Ye Ferry" that has been passed down through the ages seems to record such a beautiful story, "Peach leaves are connected to peach leaves, and peach leaves are connected to peach roots..." "Spring Reflection" Infinite, Gan Lang picks me up alone."

The words between Wang Xianzhi and Tao Ye reveal their gratitude and recollection of the moment they met. I often wonder, if I lose my memory one day, will I forget the relatives and friends I know? What does it feel like to lose everything and have nothing to rely on? Perhaps, I will pray that even if I lose all my memories, I must also retain the memories of my encounters with everyone.

Meeting is the beginning of a story and the starting point of a short period of life. Meeting is even more beautiful.

Perhaps, I will meet you at some point in the future. Just one morning after the rain, on the bluestone road where the rain had not dried.

What kind of morning will that be? On the bluestone road, the loose soil between the stones still exudes the fragrance after the rain. The sparse pedestrian path leaves a series of mottled footprints. The raindrops on the trees drip into the small print pits, diluting the marks... You came from the opposite side with that faint smile on your face and soft eyes. You gently touched the peonies on the roadside and walked like this. I may be smiling, or surprised, or expecting, quietly welcoming such an encounter.

I am looking forward to this kind of encounter, looking forward to the beauty of that moment. There are always endless memories in the future, which are not as bright or beautiful as the beginning.

Sometimes, we may stand in front of the window, looking at the peonies, recalling past encounters or looking forward to future encounters, and naturally ignore those processes that may be lamentable. That's because meeting is a kind of beauty.

That’s because, even though we have memories of each other, we don’t regret meeting each other! "Meet" she said: "Life is like a dream." She cut a cattail leaf fan and wrote it full of unwillingness to accept the falling star.

Break a willow branch and tell the sorrow of the river flowing eastward. Light some cheap incense to eliminate the bitter taste of apricots.

Burn a red candle and cut off the wick that makes people cry. Compose a song with redundant words, filling the tune of Gong Shangjiao Zheng Yu.

Make a cup of bitter tea and pour it over the lush grass in the garden. Break a string and play the unparalleled beauty of six strings.

When I met her, sweet-scented osmanthus flowers floated from the sky, bringing the coolness of the moon palace. When I met her, the glass was covered with frost, and the midsummer had the chill of winter.

When I met her, the neon lights stopped breathing, and the sky was filled with stars. She told long stories, and the moonlight was particularly bright.

She told the story of their encounter, including the sky full of clouds, the laughter of bells, the colorful grass, and the blooming flowers. She told farewell stories, including a pond full of residual lotus roots, wailing bells and drums, dead vines and old trees, and the passage of time like water.

She tells stories about years; she tells stories about falling flowers; she tells stories about journeys; she tells stories about Bodhi. Who is she? I have no idea. I just remember that I have seen her before.

Meet her on a dark night. The moon is very round and bright, and she came to me in the soft moonlight like a white lamp.

I don’t know why, I feel like she is so familiar. I asked her: "Who are you?" She asked back: "Who am I?" "I said, "Are you a god from heaven? Can I call you Jiao? "She was silent.

I said: "Jiao, what are you doing here? "I saw that she seemed to suddenly remember something. She raised her head and said to me: "I'm here to tell you a story. "

So I awkwardly pulled the quilt over my shoulders, closed my eyes and listened quietly to her story. Jiao told me a story about An. Once upon a time, there was a girl named An.

When she was seven years old, her mother took her from a small village to a very strange place. In that distant place, An met Feng.

At that time, Feng came to see her every day at noon. An went to school with An. Once, An waited for Feng at home for a long time before Feng came to call An.

So An ran downstairs happily, and then An saw Feng's white cloth shoes covered with blood. An clearly heard Feng telling An in a calm voice that she had been hit by a car.

An was young and ignorant at the time, so she called her mother loudly. Jiao blames An and tells An to go to school quickly and sends Feng home.

Jiao said: "Later on, An only saw Feng a few times at school. Afterwards, there was no later. "

Because Feng disappeared, An seemed to have just had a short dream, and there was no trace of waking up from the dream. Feng was the most sincere friend An met at the most ignorant and innocent age.

People always get it inadvertently, and they always lose it inadvertently. They are always searching, but they are always lost.

They are always wandering, but they are always wandering. Growing up and moving forward in loneliness, Jiao said: "As time goes forward, I helplessly encounter many people and things. "

For example, An met some people named Hui. Those people called Hui hated An when they saw An.

The cowardly An was very afraid of those Hui, so An grew old If you look forward to it, you will stay away from those grays. At that time, An was really afraid of those grays.

Perhaps those grays who have grown up have long forgotten An and their youth. I once humiliated An, but a seed of darkness was planted in the young An’s heart.

However, no one knows about all this. 9. Write an article on the topic of "Memory in the Heart". Pay attention to the composition, it is for the topic

Silently, I was standing at the door of the classroom

Looking into the deep classroom through the shallow window, I felt a wave of unknown emotions. When I came, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The scorching sun caused the memories in my heart to decompose into bitter gas and escaped from my heart.

Quietly, it opened the locks that seemed to be rusty and could not bear to step in. I stood straight at the door of the classroom, fearing that the memories covering the floor would be flattened. The empty room echoed with my breathing.

The tense atmosphere of the past completely disappeared. , chasing on the turntable, finally returned to the beginning of memory - the third grade of junior high school.

The years passed quietly, and the leisure echoed in the classroom, and the desks were full. I feel sleepy and tired.

My hands are filled with memorized words, my face is covered with sleepy eye circles, and my heart is searching for the bridge in anxiety and confusion.

The burden given by nature has absorbed enough water in the ocean of knowledge and competition, and is stored on the young shoulders. The dark clouds of achievement are floating above the head, and the red crosses in the sky are like the streaks of lightning, sending heavy rain. Signal.

The heavy rain will increase the original burden.

They are all supported by their strong will. , just holding on. And now, one year has passed.

The tense environment makes people breathless while waiting for the results of the high school entrance examination.

And this classroom, which used to be full of nervous sweat, now seems to have become a space that the nervous can't enter.

The silent classroom gradually relaxed the tight strings in my heart. Under the huge psychological contrast, tears could not help but fall with bitterness and hope, and together with the memories on the ground, they turned into memories.

There are also those friends who seem to be separated. The blank blackboard is filled with so many desires; the quiet classroom is filled with so many unforgettable years. Now, we have to say goodbye, and maybe we won’t meet again.

I can’t help but look down at my feet and remember the memory of a pair of feet flattened. So, I went to the classroom, looking for the memories all over the floor, and let the thoughts of the past evoke unstoppable tears.

He had no choice but to lead me out of the classroom. Standing at the door of the classroom, looking back just now, I just thought, it was like my feet were rooted.

Silently, he closed the lock and stood at the door of the classroom. The scorching sun hung on the horizon, and it stayed by my side for I don’t know how long. 10. An essay on the topic of memory

Yesterday, there was still a scene of flowers and jade. A prosperous city. A sudden 8.0 magnitude earthquake ruthlessly destroyed it into endless ruins. Countless ruins. Thousands of lives perished in that moment! Everything that was beautiful suddenly turned from heaven to hell. Although the earthquake has passed, the huge losses left by the earthquake continue. The people in the disaster area had no food, no clothing, no shelter. I felt a surge of sadness in my heart unconsciously.

Earthquakes are ruthless, disasters are ruthless, and there is love in the world. When one party is in trouble, support from all directions is provided. The disaster inspired the determination and confidence of compatriots across the country to unite and work together to save lives and heal the wounded, overcome difficulties, rebuild a harmonious life, and rebuild a beautiful home.

On the day after the earthquake broke out, Premier Wen, who was over sixty years old, rushed to the front line of earthquake relief as soon as possible. His enthusiasm in work, his gentleness, and his kindness were always moved. touching the hearts of the people across the country. We all extended a helping hand and donated our hard-earned money to the people in the disaster area. People in all provinces across the country actively asked to join the rescue detachment and risked their lives to go to the disaster area to participate in the rescue work.

Every time I hear the painful cries for help from the people buried under the rubble on TV and see the children who have lost their parents and become orphans just after birth, the pain in my heart comes to me again and again. I came over and wanted to help these poor children.

When I saw a child lying on a stretcher, his face was covered with a white cloth, his hands were tightly held, and his parents were surrounding him. All around me, my son's nickname was constantly being called. ..But life is so fragile. This lively and lovely child yesterday left his beloved parents forever. As I watched, tears blurred my eyes unknowingly.

Earthquake occurred All of this touches our hearts all the time, and in this rainy season, it brings warmth to the people in the disaster area. Even if it is a trivial act.

We will never forget that amazing scene at 14:28 on May 12, 2008. Although the people in the disaster area have not yet received adequate material treatment, as long as We all do our best and work together. There is no difficulty that we cannot overcome, and there is no suffering that we cannot overcome. The Chinese people have always been indomitable. I still remember what Manager Wen said in the disaster area: "Mountains can move, but they cannot shake China." The people's determination to fight the earthquake and provide disaster relief; water can block it, but it cannot block the feelings of compatriots in the mainland and Hong Kong. "Since the earthquake, our country has received help from all over the world, and the rescue is still continuing. We are sincere and enthusiastic. The soul is still going on. I believe that in the near future, we will see an ideal city unfold before our eyes again.

We don’t have too many gorgeous language embellishments, nor do we have earth-shattering deeds. There is no touching propaganda, but it touches everyone's soul. I don't know how many children were orphaned in this earthquake, and how many were without relatives, but I only know that behind the dawn of every life , all have an unforgettable word. This word does not need to be decorated with exquisite brushes, but it is still bright and dazzling, that is love.

The love of our people all over the country.

This earthquake is not only a severe test, but also a dedication of love. Behind the simple face, the heart beat with the same melody. Let us do our best for the disaster area. A small amount of effort, in extraordinary times, is what tests our unity. There is no mercy for the earthquake. Let us work together to cheer up the people in the disaster areas and lead them out of the painful and sad land. The boat of happiness pulls out the river of sadness, and the earthquake is fierce, but it cannot shake the strength of our hand in hand and our common determination!

Let’s work together to provide precious love to the people in the disaster area. Let us work together to provide earthquake relief. ..