Crying child

I observed a picture in the garden of the language book. A child was sitting in the ruins. Let me see it. I thought that the raging gang was burning and angry. I think why is he going to do it? What about his father and mother?

It turned out that on August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station. The crowds were surging. People wanted to take the women and wanted to leave. Suddenly a sound of a bomb rang back and forth at the train station, and the "bang" train station fell. Some people have escaped, some have been stepped on, and some have been washed away. The shouts, shouts, and cries, and the shouts screamed at the train station. The buildings here all collapsed and became the ocean of blood...

The bomber disappeared in the air, here was a silence, and suddenly a cry shouted to break the silence. A child of about two or three years old sat in the ruins. He was thin and thin, ragged, full of blood, and a pair of helpless eyes with tears in his eyes. "Mom one mother one" "Where are you? Where are you?" I am afraid, I am afraid." Cries, shouts, screaming and shouting, whoever left him forever. He climbed and climbed. Suddenly, he climbed out of the building and heard it. Who could see it? He couldn’t see his mother anymore. His mother was full of blood, so terrible. The child took the man's hand. He didn't expect it to be his mother. He took his mother's hand and cried. The mother said to him, "Child, goodbye..."

Seeing this photo, I can't help but be deeply touched, poor child, abominable Japanese, you take us. China gave it to occupation, we hate you

Xiangzhou three small fourth grade: Guo Haimei