Today is a sad day.

"Eighty years ago today, 300,000 of our compatriots were subjected to six weeks of organized, planned, and premeditated massacres, arson, and looting in Nanjing by the invading Japanese army."

The professor spoke in a deep voice from the stage. The elective course of history happened to be on the day of the public memorial day, and many students came to participate in the elective course, Bai Xia was no exception, she sat in the corner of the huge classroom, looking down at the materials in her hand, and her heart could not stop grieving.

"I believe that you have all learned the lessons of the Nanjing Massacre in your previous history classes, but today is different, today is the 80th anniversary of the Massacre, so let's review the history together."

The old professor had gray hair, and age spots had crawled up his skin, but he still spoke, a little choked.

Today's class was unexpectedly quiet, there was no sneaking on mobile phones, no chatting, no eating, everyone was sitting at their desks, and some had even begun to sob.

In 1937, after the July 7 Incident, Japan launched a full-scale large-scale invasion of China, and from August 13 to November 12 of the same year, the Japanese invading army launched the Battle of Songhu in Shanghai and the surrounding areas. At the beginning of the campaign, the Japanese army could not capture Shanghai for a long time, but the Japanese army carried out a flank maneuver of the campaign, and landed at Quangongting and Jinshanwei in Hangzhou Bay on November 5...... On the morning of the 13th, the Japanese army entered the city of Nanjing and began the Nanjing Massacre, which lasted for more than 40 days. ”

The old professor's voice trembled and he finished talking about the whole process of the incident, was silent for a long time, took off his round reading glasses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to the students in the audience.

"Children, today's class is to let you remember history, not to teach you hatred, we were invaded because we were weak, so children, you all have to study hard, and be an upright person, as a new generation of the country, you are all pillars, we are strong, so we will not be bullied."

"Teacher, I'll never buy Japanese cosmetics again!"

"Teacher, I don't watch Riman anymore!"

"Teacher, I'll go back and delete all the learning tutorials in my D drive!"

The students in the audience cried again and again while vowing to boycott Japanese products.

The old professor sighed: "Children, what I said is not to teach you hatred, you are now born in an era of peace, what you have to do is not to blindly boycott, go to the store to destroy Japanese goods, go to the street to smash the cars of our compatriots, that is indignant, not patriotic." Trade between countries, this is very normal, but also very important, we can't close the country like history, what you have to do is to enrich yourself, let yourself become a knowledgeable, educated, capable person, young people are strong, you must be familiar with this sentence, come on children, the future of the motherland, but also depend on you. ”

After the old professor finished speaking, he bowed to the flowers in the audience, and then turned to bow to the Nanjing Massacre Memorial on the multimedia projection behind him. ”

Unlike the usual classes, students rush out of the classroom when they hear the word "end", for fear that they will be slower than others. No one moved today, everyone stood up with tacit understanding, bowed to the old professor, and bowed to the monument on the projection.

Some girls started crying.

Some boys began to choke on the comforter girls.

Two girls were leaning close to each other and weeping.

There were two boys who laughed at each other for not being productive, and such a big person still cried his nose.

Bai Xia couldn't hold back her tears, and wiped the tears she left behind with her hands.

"Later, let's go to the pond at school and put the lights on." The next seat handed over a pack of tissues, and although he smiled, his voice was a little choked.

Bai Xia squeezed out a smile and, together with the other students, walked out of today's somewhat sad classroom.

There are quite a few students by the pond, and each of them has a lantern made of flower petals.

Qingyu and Meng Miao were also there, Shen Ze was with a girl who was crying in the distance, and a song written by Ling Qi to commemorate the massacre came from the radio station.

"The Holocaust documentary that we also showed in the film appreciation class really made me cry." Meng Miao said as she blew her nose.

"It's so sad, it's uncomfortable to think about, people like me with low tears specially chose a movie class, and I thought there would be a movie, but I didn't expect it to be unguardable." Qingyu fanned the wind with her hand, trying to calm her crying blushing face.

In the distance, volunteers made lanterns for free for the students to receive, Bai Xia went to get four with red eyes, the volunteers held her hand, and their eyes were also red, and their hands were cold and trembling slightly.

The four of them took the lantern, gently wrote their feelings on the petals, gently placed the lantern in the water, and watched it float towards the center of the lake.

The school flags were lowered at half-mast and the flute was sounded.

My motherland, once you have been through the wind and rain, Nirvana rebirth and nurtured me to grow up safely, and now, I have grown up, let me support you to prosper.

Mourn the 80th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre.

May the motherland prosper.