China doll

On August 28, 937, a sudden war broke out at Shanghai South Railway Station.

On this day, the sun was shining, the train station was crowded with people, the car came in and out, and people came and went. The Xiaojun family also came to the train station. Look, how happy they are! Mother holding the small army, singing a lullaby to him, Dad carrying luggage at the side, making the Xiaojun happy, and looking out from time to time. The "呜" train entered the station, and people were ready to get on the bus. At this moment, "bang", I saw a plane flying in the sky. This is the plane of the Japanese invaders. The god of death is quiet at this time. The land came to the people's side, Xiaojun's father squatting and holding the little army's mother desperately running, the bomb exploded around them again and again, Xiaojun's father did not react, he fell in a pool of blood, mother frightened However, I went back to God and looked at my father with tears. I took the small army and ran to a safe place. After a while, Xiaojun’s mother was tired and panting, and her mother’s mother would fall. At this time, she was in a hurry and put the Xiaojun in a safe place. She did not wait for her to stand up. The enemy bomb fell on her body. My mother fell in a pool of blood. The one-year-old army used his big eyes. Suddenly looking at my mother, I looked around and looked around. "Wow," I cried, my father and mother died, and the Xiaojun was scared and sad. The front was the bombed railroad track, and the back was the broken platform. Surrounded by dead bodies, everywhere Smoke, everywhere people are groaning, the child's cries. It seems that the end of the world is here. The small army may be discovered by the Red Army and become a heroic and warlike warrior; perhaps being taken care of by good-hearted people, learning hard and strong; may also become a street child... In the war, how many children lost like him Parents, they should have been sitting in bright classrooms to study, read books, play and play in the wide playground, but their happy life is gone. Why? - It is a war, a cruel, ruthless war!

We hope that we pray - let the children in the war have a warm home! In order to let the children no longer lose their parents, in order to let the children no longer lose a home, in order to let the children in the war read in the flowers, enjoy the spring like us. The whole world should act to maintain peace and stop the war! Let the flower of peace last forever!

Two small fourth grade: Cher