Battlefield bells

August 28, 1937, was a day that made Chinese children unforgettable.

On this day, Shanghai South Railway Station is already crowded with people, and the number of people who flee is numerous. Everyone is desperately squeezing the train, and the train station is full of prosperity.

"Ula-Ula", suddenly, a sudden alarm sound was heard in the ear. People are clearly aware that the Japanese devil is here! When you were awkward, everyone lost their senses and fled. Shouting and sobbing are endless.

Several fighters, such as the stringed arrows, quickly appeared above the train station. In a short while, four or five bombs fell on the ground one after another. I only heard a few deafening explosions, and then there was silence, only occasionally I heard a few low voices.

After the explosion, the platform of the railway station collapsed instantly, and the steel and cement boards fell to the ground. The rails were blown and bent, and the long train collapsed to the ground. The overpass was crumbling and the railing was suspended in the air. In a flash, thousands of people are killed. A piece of flesh and blood on the ground. The corpse of the train station is everywhere, and the blood flows into the river, which is shocking.

The Japanese plane flew away. Suddenly, the crying of the heartbreaking lungs was far and near. A little boy sat up, he was covered in blood, holding a pair of innocent big eyes, looking at the ruins in front of him, fear suddenly hit his heart. His clothes are ruined and his hair is particularly messy. The little boy cried and shouted: "Dad... I am afraid... Mom... We are not going back to our grandmother's house..." While crying, I wiped my eyes with those cute little hands. Where did he know that his parents had left him and flew to heaven. What is his fate? How does he live in the future? Can he survive the great grief of losing his parents? For this, the little boy is still unknown, he can only call his loved ones hard.

Until now, this old photo is still unforgettable. That crying, it seems to linger in the ear...

Fourth grade: Gu Lifei