Tears of Peace Dove

In 1939, when the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, I was born.

I am a dove of peace born with olive leaves. I have pure white feathers, small eyes with bright paint, thin legs with faint yellow goose, and the innate olive branch. My mother stared at me for a long time and said, "Child, it is time for you to come. The world needs you." I was still young and didn't understand the meaning of my mother. Until that day, I realized the importance of peace to human beings.

I wobbled and learned to fly, and my mother rushed to remind me to "work." Our peace doves are born with olive branches to make the eyes blinded by bloody clear and see peace.

I am carrying an olive branch with a green color and flying to the Nanjing area. God! What did I see? The Japanese carried a submachine gun and fired at the unarmed people! The Chinese blood-red five-pointed star is redder than the sun, and the desperate crying is even brighter than the angry sea! The women and children who had no time to escape were blown up by the shells that fell from the sky... I covered my eyes with my wings and couldn’t bear to watch it anymore. My little body trembled with anger: this is on the land of my China! How can we tolerate outsiders so rampant? Although I am only a little peace dove, but the blood in the veins is the blood of China!

I bite the olive leaf, hovering over Nanjing, screaming and trying to get people's attention. Unfortunately, my body is too small and the sound is too thin. No one cares about the destiny of a small pigeon. No one even found that they had a dove of peace in their efforts to make them look back in the killing.

I was in a hurry. Suddenly, a bold decision flashed through my mind: flying to the sky to get people's attention. Although this is dangerous, I have not considered that much.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and dive down...

A pungent bloody smell pierced my nose, and the huge bombing made me unable to cover my ears. Slightly opened his eyes and saw a Japanese officer stabbed a child who was flustered. Are their hearts beaten by iron? The same body, the same red blood, the same desperate crying, why can't they hang on to their sympathy? I bite my teeth, raise a little, and start using the magic of the olive branch to awaken the peace of mind in people's hearts...

A red-eyed Japanese officer found me, frowned, and the black hole was aimed at me...

"Hey!" After a gun rang, I stumbled and planted it...

Suddenly, I feel that my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe. It’s not because the bullet hit my heart, but because humans have refused to look back and helpless. I gradually closed my eyes, and a drop of crystal tears slipped out of my eyes. During the day, I saw the beautiful and peaceful earth in the future...

Wanbao Center National Primary 5: Liang Yihan