Teardrop

In the sunny morning, the dewdrops on the leaves reflect the rainbow-like light. In the fragrance of the green grass, a white-haired old man walks along the Shanghai South Railway Station with a bouquet of delicate flowers. Slowly walked to the track and stared into the distance, the old man’s memory seemed to return to August 28, 1937...

The little boy - the little boy took the mother's hand and walked to the south station of the train. The little man walked to the platform, and the mother looked at the crowd like the tide and said softly: "Small, don't run around after getting on the bus, messy." Little squinted and nodded. At this time, an airplane crossed the sky and formed an arc. "The Japanese bomber came to bomb the train station, and everyone ran!" One of the crowd yelled, as a thunder screaming people around. Mother hugs the crowd and runs around the crowd. Suddenly, a bomb fell in front of the mother. In order to prevent the baby from being injured, the mother tried her best to push the little one out. The bomb banged and the flat track was blown up beyond recognition. The mother was crushed under the planks and bricks, and the little one was scratched by the debris of the bomb, and the blood could not flow out. The little "wow-wow" burst into tears. A bomb was still landing and exploding. The buildings collapsed in an instant, the train station was razed to the ground, the smell of gunpowder in the air was enough to suffocate, and the cry of people and the explosion of bombs were everywhere... Xiao was shocked by everything in front of him. He cried even louder. At this moment, he wanted to be held in his warm arms by his mother! Where is the mother? He cried and cried and called his mother. Under the ruins, my mother’s weak voice came: “Little, don’t cry, don’t cry, mom is still, mom—mother—also—in...” The voice is getting weaker and weaker, gradually disappearing, small Xiao climbed up in the direction of the sound, but he did not see his mother. He looked up at the dark sky, tears blurred his eyes "Mom! Mom - Mom!, I want my mother!..." Then a kind-hearted aunt took the little one away from the dangerous track. The little one is lucky, he is protected by the god of peace, but his mother is not so lucky, she has taken precious life by the brutal war.

The old man took the flowers and walked to the track. His tears continued to flow from his eyes. He looked up at the blue sky and opened his mouth slightly. He said softly, "Mom, my son came to see you..." Bowing down, a crystal teardrop drips on the flowers, the old man slowly bends down and puts the flowers on the track...

The sky without war is azure; the grass without war is emerald... the war has caused people to lose too much. We need peace, and the world needs peace more!

Fourth grade: Feng Shiyu