Home, where is it?

On the morning of August 28, 1937, the sky was overcast, and the Shanghai South Railway Station was crowded with people preparing to flee. Among them, there is a Xiaoming family who is going to go to the grandmother's house in the country for a birthday. They were hurried to the South Station because they were blocked by the enemy at the North Station. The happy family of three talked about Xiao Ming’s birthday and was completely unaware of the upcoming disaster.

The disaster is still coming. Six bombers flew over the train station, like a black cloud of black clouds. The crowds began to panic. Xiao Ming and Mom and Dad started to escape. At this time, the first bombs fell. The cry of the child began to ring. A small platform "bang" fell, and ten people were pressed underneath. A burst of painful rumors passed into Xiao Ming’s ear, and a scream and cry filled the train station. The train station was covered with a layer of death. A piece of wood fell and pressed against my mother. Xiao Ming called: "Mom! You are fine, I am coming to pull you!" However, with a loud noise resounding through the train station, another platform fell, and the mother was pressed underneath. Xiao Ming shouted: "Mom!" and the mother can no longer answer him. Another batch of powerful bombs came, and Dad immediately pulled up Xiao Ming’s hand and sweated his hand. The reception hall of the South Station was blown up, and Xiao Ming was shocked. At this time, a sinful bomb fell to his side. Dad pushed him away and accidentally slammed into the fire. I can only hear his last voice: "Xiao Ming, you... you have to live well!" Xiao Ming "wow" and cried. Dad is Xiao Ming. Lost his precious life.

A good-hearted man walked through and rushed Xiao Ming into a wooden barrel. Xiao Ming stayed in the barrel for a long time, heard the sound of the bomber driving away, and slowly climbed out. Looking at the scene in front of me, the train station fell completely. The fire ruthlessly took away one person's life, and the sky was filled with black smoke. The bustling railway station turned into a dead grave. At this time, Xiao Ming remembered Dad. He looked for a long time and finally found his father's body. This body has been blurred and bloody, so Xiao Ming simply can't recognize it. Dad’s clothes were blown up. Three hours ago, he talked with Xiao Ming happy! Xiao Ming thought, he choked, he has no home! He lost the angel who guarded him - his parents. Home, where is it? Xiao Ming fell on his father's heart and burst into tears. war! It was a war, and the war cast a shadow on Xiao Ming’s birthday.

In the autumn of Shanghai, it was raining heavily. Xiao Ming’s crying gradually drifted away, as if crying to the sky for the Japanese aggressors’ atrocities. He was adopted by a journalist and lived a happy life. But the wound in my heart can't be cured by anyone...

Protect the flower of peace, in order not to let the child die, in order not to let parents be sad, in order to let the world embrace spring together!

The fourth grade of Nankai Experimental School, Nancheng, Dongguan City, Guangdong Province: Zhang Bingyao