Disclaimer: The material of this article is from the memoirs of Mr. Xu Guangyao, the author's original, guaranteeing that it is not involved in politics, not vulgar, opposing reprinting, and violators will be investigated.
Life is like a white flower, always exuding fragrance and beauty, making people stop and praise it. But what would it be like if this flower of life blossomed on a battlefield of only blood and bullets? In peacetime a toddler of only four years old will thrive in the love of his family and the blessings of strangers, but on a brutal battlefield he will only become the easiest prey to catch, easily destroyed by any enemy.
There is such a place, its name seems out of place among many place names, it is called: big locust. In the more than ten years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, countless ordinary people were destroyed and killed! Buried in the ground of the great locust were a four-year-old girl who had lost her life and her seventy-year-old grandmother, whose bodies were forever sleeping in the ground, until the place was re-liberated by the Chinese army, only to find that a small locust tree had grown in this place.
According to the records of the writer Xu Guangyao during the anti-Japanese period, we can restore part of the history. Jiao Song, the bully landlord of The Great Locust at that time, in order to protect his own interests, took the initiative to defect to the Japanese army, and finally led a group of traitors to completely destroy this crumbling village. He first led the villagers to kill them one by one, and finally pushed a seventy-year-old woman down the pit to live, and then pushed her four-year-old granddaughter down the pit.
Born in peacetime, we cannot feel the coldness and cruelty of war, and can only know part of the situation through words and videos. We can only think through words about the locust tree growing, maybe the four-year-old girl picked up a seed on the day she was buried alive, and the young woman could not recognize what it was, and regarded the seed as a rare treasure, held it tightly in her hand, wanting to consult her well-informed grandmother.
When they got home, a group of strange adults squeezed into the small room and then pushed her and her grandmother into a big pit. We can only think, will they be afraid? Do they cry out in anger? Will they still see death as a homecoming? Xu Guangyao's notebook tells us that what they said in the last days of their lives was: "Grandma, the soil has lost your eyes." The old lady patted her and said, "Sleep well, child, you are great(referring to the eighth way), sooner or later you will come back." ”
The little girl and her grandmother slept for a long time, and the locust tree was protected by a fence. It has now grown to shelter people from the wind and rain, war has become a thing of the past, and the people of our nearest relatives can no longer answer our call, and like the locust tree, they are forever silent to watch those who stay for it.