Child in the ruins

An occasional opportunity in the military museum. There is a real photo that confirms the real scene of the Japanese invaders bombing the Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

The Shanghai Railway Station, where the weather was fine, came and went, and the beach vendors on the road were selling. Some carry the suitcase, some help the old man to get on the bus, and some carry the child. Crowded. Suddenly, there was a rumbling voice. What is it? It was the enemy bomber, and the bomber was all over the sky, as much as a locust. The bomb that fell from the sky fell like a raindrop, and was instantly blasted into ruins by the enemy bomber, under the rubble. Pressing one by one, the blood is filled into the river, the fire is shining in the smoke, the bombs are scattered on the ground, the track is blown out beyond recognition, and there is a collapsed building where a child sits on the ruin is the only survivor. He is Cried, like saying: "Mother and Dad, you are there. Mom and Dad, where are you." This is calling. I climbed to find my mother. The reporter took it. A volunteer picked him up and wiped the dust off his face with a cloth. Then an enemy bomber came again. The volunteers ran with the children and ran. In a safe place, the child bleeds on hand, and the volunteer saw it. He immediately stopped bleeding and patted him to sleep.

When he grows up, he will certainly become a useful person in the country. At the same time, he will think that there are more than one train station bombed by Japanese imperialism. There are still many places where those children will get help. They may starve to death without growing up. Some children may live, no one will help him, and they may become thieves and tramps. Because no one taught him how to do it.

I am very sympathetic to them. I am really happy when I think about myself. We should maintain peace, stop the war, and not let the children get hurt.

Fourth grade: Wu Mengqi