I heard me speak in an unfamiliar voice about my love for my country, about what I had witnessed these days. I have never seen the smoke of the battlefield, nor have I faced the devastation under the artillery fire, but I have seen the irreparable wounds of war in the bloody wounds of every wounded, in the eyes of the victims in the streets, whether eager or numb.

In the same way, I have also seen the tremendous transformative power of war on people, like the hand of God, slowly shifting the wheel of everyone's destiny. Seeing the ordinary peasant children turn into steel warriors because of hatred, I also realized that I had grown up almost instantly.

I think that my motherland has a civilization of 5,000 years, thousands of miles of fertile land and abundant resources, and my compatriots have created great inventions that have changed the history of the world, and they are especially the most industrious and brave people in the world. Therefore, I always believe that we will drive all the invaders and colonizers out of this land, and she will surely regain the glory that once dominated the world.

I spoke something that I never thought would come out of my own mouth, and I was even more shocked by the fact that my classmates were no less elegant and literary, but they were heartfelt and touching.

One class down, almost all the classmates. Wei February's arms were on my shoulders and I couldn't stop crying. We don't know what we want to vent, whether it's nostalgia for the past or fear for the future. Or is it the fearlessness and determination to bottom out and be reborn? Mr. Cao, the head teacher, solemnly told us that we may never be able to go to the battlefield like a soldier and charge into battle, but we can do far more than we think.

If our suffering in the concession is still scratching the itch, then the common people in the Chinese realm are playing hide and seek with death. Half of Shanghai was silent, every house was closed, and there was no living person on the road except for corpses. The Japanese soldiers roamed the streets and alleys, and the people hid in the shadows in fear, and the fear in their hearts spread like a spider's web, a fate that could not be escaped.

There are many familiar faces here, including the old man on the tiger stove, the little leatherman walking the streets, the little girl playing games in the alley, and the proprietress of the cigarette paper shop doing small business. When the days are peaceful, these people are like the narrators on the stage of the supporting characters on the drawing paper, and they are never noticed. When their lives disappeared for no apparent reason, there were only a few people who could remember them.

For nearly eight years, countless unknown people died in silence, and no one knows what that number was, just as one can never measure how much China lost in this war. The so-called pain is also qualified for those who survive, and it can be regarded as another kind of luck.

In the afternoon, I received a parcel from the mailroom, and I was puzzled by the heavy weight of the mail. Nowadays, I can't receive any mail from abroad, and my family is unlikely to send me anything. So where did this thing come from? Could there be some conspiracy?

I opened the parcel with a defensive attitude, but it was filled with two thick leather notepads and an unsigned letter. The notepad is what I know best, with passionate signatures on it. My heart "chuckled", and an ominous premonition suddenly rose up. The premonition spread from the head to the whole body, and the hand that opened the letter trembled like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves. Reality tells us in the cruelest way: although women's intuition is not reasonable, it is so accurate and incredible.

The unexpected and reasonable news of this letter was that my second brother Qizhi had been separated from his companions on the way back from Southeast Asia to the north to escape bandits. His companions looked for him for two days, but they couldn't see anyone alive or dead, because the situation was grim, so they had to hurry on the road with the two notebooks he left. As the war spreads, the road is also extremely difficult. They originally wanted to go to Nanjing, but because the situation in East China had taken a turn for the worse, they went to Guangzhou in the south. They finished writing the letter on the way, and the parcel walked on the road for another two months before it finally reached me.

I was curious why this parcel was not sent to my home but to me, but fortunately, it was specifically stated in the letter that my second brother had written to me from abroad first, so my contact information was also noted in the notes, otherwise we would never know his whereabouts. My judgment in my heart about this matter was that "it was a big deal", but I felt that she would definitely not be able to bear it when she told my mother the bad news at such a stormy time. I had no choice but to discuss the lawsuit with Wei February.

Wei February's and second brother have met a few times, but they can be regarded as friends for a long time. The little girls who like the big brother have a lot of them, and they all think that he is so stable and responsible that he is a model and model among men. Only Wei February's disdain is quite disdainful of this, her preference has always been the second brother. In her words: "A person like your eldest brother is just a friend, and if you are a husband and wife, you will definitely be suffocated by him." I think your second brother's personality is very good, he has momentum and enthusiasm, this is what a young man should look like. ”

And the second brother listened to me talk about Wei February's "bad deeds" experience, and shook his head and concluded: "There is nothing wrong with such a girl, people are not things, they can be made in a mold, she is real when she lives like this." ”

Now that Wei Eryue heard the news of his second brother's disappearance, he really lost his face: "Is there no news until now?" There's no war there, so it shouldn't be like this. ”

I showed her the contents of the letter: "Although there is no war there, the people are still struggling and there are constant troubles. Coupled with the continuous civil war, the news is not very smooth. My brother's friends suspected that he had fallen off the cliff, but after two days of searching for him there was no trace, and they estimated that he had either fallen to his death in the mountain stream or had fallen into the water and was washed away. There is also a possibility that the bandits saw that he was well dressed and thought that he was a fat sheep, so they tied him up the mountain. ”

Wei February's excitement seemed to be about to get up from a wheelchair at any time: "Then they will leave your second brother alone?" ”

I sighed: "February, I was also angry. But when I think about it later, I can understand what they did. If they delay any longer, they may even be in danger themselves, and they will be able to find it for two days. ”