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今天，这么多的同学, 老师;这么多的长辈，同乡;这么多的相识和不相识的不同肤色，不同职业的朋友，因为柳乾相聚在一起，如果她还活在世上，如果不是在这个意味着从此我们就会阴阳相隔的地方，她会感到多么的温暖。连绵的阴雨，象是爱她的所有亲人的止不住的眼泪。
我们唯一的女儿柳乾，二十三岁年轻的生命，如果她知道，有这么多的朋友，为她祝福，关爱她，悼念她，肯定会为之高兴和动容。可是令人心碎的是，她已经不能亲眼看到这一切了。 她也不能和爸爸妈妈一起向大家表示谢意了。所以，作为父母，要代表她表达我们最真诚的感谢!不仅要感谢今天参加追思会的每一个人，还要感谢这些天来，为她的不幸遇害而伸出援手，给以关爱的方方面面的人们。特别感谢约克大学，中国驻加拿大使领馆，多伦多警方和北京协会等社团，以及新闻媒体等机构的每一个人。
真的很感谢大家，让你们受惊了，受累了，作为父母，我们心里很是不安，但谁都没想到会发生这样令人悲伤不已的事件!我们是一个普通的知识分子家庭。她的爷爷和奶奶家是中国山东省昌邑市的一个地道的农民家庭。她的外婆外公家是中国吉林省长春市的一个普通工人家庭。作为他的爸爸妈妈，都是1986 年七月从大学研究生毕业后，分配到北京从事理论研究和高等教育的知识分子。
诞生在这样的家庭，柳乾从小天真可爱，胖乎乎，安稳稳，在集体宿舍的走廊中总是招人喜爱。上了托儿所，读了小学，初中，高中，到大学，她的成绩虽没有大起大落，也不总是名列前茅，但始终不落后。特别是她在为人处世，师生交往，社会公益等方面，往往博得人们的赞许。她善良待人，勤俭节省，乐于奉献，有时会到一种不会考虑自己，被人称为傻的地步。
她曾获得北京市青少年绘画比赛一等奖，她参加中华人民共和国建国50周年群众联欢，获得过表彰。说这些不是为了自夸自己的孩子如何优秀，我要说的是，这么一个鲜活的生命，这么一位心里对未来充满希望，对加拿大，多伦多充满热爱，又正准备回家度假后再回来继续实现梦想的，我们善良，可爱的女儿，怎么说没就没了呢?送她出来上学深造，我们不是没估计过会遇到的困难。她自己也有充分的心理准备。可就是没想到她会遇害在异国他乡，遇害在文明发达的法制国度里，遇害在自己营造的温馨的宿舍中。
近几天来，每每想到这些，我们俩的心痛难以言表，泪眼难乾!但是，我们又想想北京还有她85岁的老奶奶在等我们， 长春还有她近80岁的姥爷，姥姥在等我们，我们必须坚强起来，好好把她带回去。在到达多伦多机场时，我曾说：“孩子可能学习累了，睡着了，我们来叫醒她。”可是这么多天过去了，她仍然没有醒。 作为父母，初到加拿大，我们多么希望孩子能到机场去接我们。与她要好的同学陪我们游览，听他们嬉笑啊!但残酷的现实是，她已经无法做到这一切。我们不怪她，因为她真的是太累了，睡得太香了。孩子，那你就好好的，静静地睡吧，我和妈妈不会警醒你，会把你悄悄的抱回我们在北京的家。孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，好多人都在关注你的冤屈，嫌疑犯也已经抓到并进行了第二次审理。你遇害时的那种无助，爸爸妈妈和大家都想象得到，我们相信正义终将战胜邪恶，凶手必将遭到严惩。
孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，唤起了方方面面对安全管理的重视和人们安全意识的加强。你肯定希望这样的悲剧不再发生，你也肯定希望同学们继续到多伦多，到约克大学求学深造。孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，我和你妈失去了唯一的至爱，但我们获得了更多人的爱，赞赏你，同情你。我和你妈会相依为命走好后半生。你就放放心吧!
Wake up my child, Mom and Dad are bringing you home
Published On Wed Apr 27 2011
Eulogy prepared by Jianhui Liu, delivered at his daughter Qian Liu's funeral on Wednesday.
Today, in the audience, there are so many classmates, teachers, elders and compatriots, people of all colours and backgrounds, some knew Qian Liu, some didn’t. We are all here because of her.
If she were still alive and we are not separated by her death, she would have felt the warmth from you all. The drizzle outside is like the tears from all her loved ones.
Our only daughter, Qian Liu, was only 23 years old. If she had known so many people have come out today to send her their best wishes and mourn her death, she would definitely be very happy and cheerful.
But what is heartbreaking is that she isn’t here today to see all this. She can’t be with her mom and dad to express our gratitude to you all. As parents, we would like to thank you all on her behalf.
Not only do we want to thank those who are at her funeral today, but also all those people who have offered us a helping hand and shown us love and care in the days after her tragic death.
Particularly, we would like to thank York University, staff at the Chinese embassy, Toronto Police, Beijing Association and other community groups, as well as everyone in the media. I’m sorry for all the trouble it has caused you. As parents, we are very unsettled, but no one could have imagined something so tragic would happen.
We are just an ordinary intellectual family. Liu’s paternal grandparents were local farmers from Shandong in China; her maternal grandparents came from a working class family in Jilin. My wife and I were assigned by the central government to work in Beijing after our university graduation in 1986.
Qian Liu was brought into this family with love. She was lovely, a bit chubby, but a heartthrob in our government dormitory. She went through daycare, elementary school, secondary school and university; she wasn’t always on top of her class, but was never far behind, either.
She got along well with people and was well liked. She was very kind, thrifty, hardworking and giving. She was so generous that people sometimes thought she was stupid.
She once won a Beijing youth painting competition and participated in the Republic of China’s 50th anniversary celebration gala. I mention all of this not to boast about how great our child was. What I want to say is that this is such a vibrant life, our daughter had such hope for the future.
She loved Canada. She loved Toronto. She was getting ready to return home for a break before returning to pursue her dream.
How could she be gone in a flash? When we sent her abroad, we knew she would face some new challenges, but she was prepared. But no one would have thought that she would die on foreign soil, be victimized in a country with law and order and in her own cosy home?
These few days, we have suffered indescribable pain. We have cried so much that our eyes are dry. Then we thought of her 85-year-old grandma in Beijing and her 80-year-old grandparents in Jilin, who are waiting for our return. We have to be strong and bring her home.
When we arrived at the Toronto airport, I told myself, “Maybe, my child just got tired from her studies and was simply napping. We are here just to wake her up.”
But so many days have passed, she’s still not awake. As parents, as new arrivals to Canada, we were hoping to be greeted by our child at the airport. She and her friends here would show us around and we could hear their laughter! But the cruel reality is: She can’t do any of these things with us.
We don’t blame her because she’s just too tired, having too sweet a dream.
My child, just keep napping. Your mom and I won’t wake you but we will quietly cuddle you in our arms to bring you back to your native Beijing.
My child, keep napping. Many people are concerned about the injustice you suffered. The suspect has been arrested and just had his second hearing. We can imagine how helpless you felt when you were fighting against your assailant. We believe justice will be served and the murderer will get the punishment he deserves.
My child, keep napping. Many people are being awakened about their personal safety because of your suffering. I know for sure you wouldn’t like the same tragedy to happen to anyone else. You would like to see your classmates continue to come to Toronto and continue to go to York University for further studies.
My child, just keep napping. Your mom and I have lost our only love in the world, but we have won more love, appreciation and sympathy out of this tragedy.
Your mom and I will still have each other to continue the rest of our journey. Don’t worry about us.
Thank you again.
我们唯一的女儿柳乾，二十三岁年轻的生命，如果她知道，有这么多的朋友，为她祝福，关爱她，悼念她，肯定会为之高兴和动容。可是令人心碎的是，她已经不能亲眼看到这一切了。 她也不能和爸爸妈妈一起向大家表示谢意了。所以，作为父母，要代表她表达我们最真诚的感谢!不仅要感谢今天参加追思会的每一个人，还要感谢这些天来，为她的不幸遇害而伸出援手，给以关爱的方方面面的人们。特别感谢约克大学，中国驻加拿大使领馆，多伦多警方和北京协会等社团，以及新闻媒体等机构的每一个人。
真的很感谢大家，让你们受惊了，受累了，作为父母，我们心里很是不安，但谁都没想到会发生这样令人悲伤不已的事件!我们是一个普通的知识分子家庭。她的爷爷和奶奶家是中国山东省昌邑市的一个地道的农民家庭。她的外婆外公家是中国吉林省长春市的一个普通工人家庭。作为他的爸爸妈妈，都是1986 年七月从大学研究生毕业后，分配到北京从事理论研究和高等教育的知识分子。
诞生在这样的家庭，柳乾从小天真可爱，胖乎乎，安稳稳，在集体宿舍的走廊中总是招人喜爱。上了托儿所，读了小学，初中，高中，到大学，她的成绩虽没有大起大落，也不总是名列前茅，但始终不落后。特别是她在为人处世，师生交往，社会公益等方面，往往博得人们的赞许。她善良待人，勤俭节省，乐于奉献，有时会到一种不会考虑自己，被人称为傻的地步。
她曾获得北京市青少年绘画比赛一等奖，她参加中华人民共和国建国50周年群众联欢，获得过表彰。说这些不是为了自夸自己的孩子如何优秀，我要说的是，这么一个鲜活的生命，这么一位心里对未来充满希望，对加拿大，多伦多充满热爱，又正准备回家度假后再回来继续实现梦想的，我们善良，可爱的女儿，怎么说没就没了呢?送她出来上学深造，我们不是没估计过会遇到的困难。她自己也有充分的心理准备。可就是没想到她会遇害在异国他乡，遇害在文明发达的法制国度里，遇害在自己营造的温馨的宿舍中。
近几天来，每每想到这些，我们俩的心痛难以言表，泪眼难乾!但是，我们又想想北京还有她85岁的老奶奶在等我们， 长春还有她近80岁的姥爷，姥姥在等我们，我们必须坚强起来，好好把她带回去。在到达多伦多机场时，我曾说：“孩子可能学习累了，睡着了，我们来叫醒她。”可是这么多天过去了，她仍然没有醒。 作为父母，初到加拿大，我们多么希望孩子能到机场去接我们。与她要好的同学陪我们游览，听他们嬉笑啊!但残酷的现实是，她已经无法做到这一切。我们不怪她，因为她真的是太累了，睡得太香了。孩子，那你就好好的，静静地睡吧，我和妈妈不会警醒你，会把你悄悄的抱回我们在北京的家。孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，好多人都在关注你的冤屈，嫌疑犯也已经抓到并进行了第二次审理。你遇害时的那种无助，爸爸妈妈和大家都想象得到，我们相信正义终将战胜邪恶，凶手必将遭到严惩。
孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，唤起了方方面面对安全管理的重视和人们安全意识的加强。你肯定希望这样的悲剧不再发生，你也肯定希望同学们继续到多伦多，到约克大学求学深造。孩子，你就放心地睡吧。因为你的遇害，我和你妈失去了唯一的至爱，但我们获得了更多人的爱，赞赏你，同情你。我和你妈会相依为命走好后半生。你就放放心吧!
Wake up my child, Mom and Dad are bringing you home
Published On Wed Apr 27 2011
Eulogy prepared by Jianhui Liu, delivered at his daughter Qian Liu's funeral on Wednesday.
Today, in the audience, there are so many classmates, teachers, elders and compatriots, people of all colours and backgrounds, some knew Qian Liu, some didn’t. We are all here because of her.
If she were still alive and we are not separated by her death, she would have felt the warmth from you all. The drizzle outside is like the tears from all her loved ones.
Our only daughter, Qian Liu, was only 23 years old. If she had known so many people have come out today to send her their best wishes and mourn her death, she would definitely be very happy and cheerful.
But what is heartbreaking is that she isn’t here today to see all this. She can’t be with her mom and dad to express our gratitude to you all. As parents, we would like to thank you all on her behalf.
Not only do we want to thank those who are at her funeral today, but also all those people who have offered us a helping hand and shown us love and care in the days after her tragic death.
Particularly, we would like to thank York University, staff at the Chinese embassy, Toronto Police, Beijing Association and other community groups, as well as everyone in the media. I’m sorry for all the trouble it has caused you. As parents, we are very unsettled, but no one could have imagined something so tragic would happen.
We are just an ordinary intellectual family. Liu’s paternal grandparents were local farmers from Shandong in China; her maternal grandparents came from a working class family in Jilin. My wife and I were assigned by the central government to work in Beijing after our university graduation in 1986.
Qian Liu was brought into this family with love. She was lovely, a bit chubby, but a heartthrob in our government dormitory. She went through daycare, elementary school, secondary school and university; she wasn’t always on top of her class, but was never far behind, either.
She got along well with people and was well liked. She was very kind, thrifty, hardworking and giving. She was so generous that people sometimes thought she was stupid.
She once won a Beijing youth painting competition and participated in the Republic of China’s 50th anniversary celebration gala. I mention all of this not to boast about how great our child was. What I want to say is that this is such a vibrant life, our daughter had such hope for the future.
She loved Canada. She loved Toronto. She was getting ready to return home for a break before returning to pursue her dream.
How could she be gone in a flash? When we sent her abroad, we knew she would face some new challenges, but she was prepared. But no one would have thought that she would die on foreign soil, be victimized in a country with law and order and in her own cosy home?
These few days, we have suffered indescribable pain. We have cried so much that our eyes are dry. Then we thought of her 85-year-old grandma in Beijing and her 80-year-old grandparents in Jilin, who are waiting for our return. We have to be strong and bring her home.
When we arrived at the Toronto airport, I told myself, “Maybe, my child just got tired from her studies and was simply napping. We are here just to wake her up.”
But so many days have passed, she’s still not awake. As parents, as new arrivals to Canada, we were hoping to be greeted by our child at the airport. She and her friends here would show us around and we could hear their laughter! But the cruel reality is: She can’t do any of these things with us.
We don’t blame her because she’s just too tired, having too sweet a dream.
My child, just keep napping. Your mom and I won’t wake you but we will quietly cuddle you in our arms to bring you back to your native Beijing.
My child, keep napping. Many people are concerned about the injustice you suffered. The suspect has been arrested and just had his second hearing. We can imagine how helpless you felt when you were fighting against your assailant. We believe justice will be served and the murderer will get the punishment he deserves.
My child, keep napping. Many people are being awakened about their personal safety because of your suffering. I know for sure you wouldn’t like the same tragedy to happen to anyone else. You would like to see your classmates continue to come to Toronto and continue to go to York University for further studies.
My child, just keep napping. Your mom and I have lost our only love in the world, but we have won more love, appreciation and sympathy out of this tragedy.
Your mom and I will still have each other to continue the rest of our journey. Don’t worry about us.
Thank you again.
