The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring grass and trees. War is cruel, and wherever there is a shadow, there will inevitably be blood and parting.
Those who provoke war are indifferent and ruthless, always unbearable to the world, full of fear, they are murderous, they are cruel and unkind, and everything that has been forged with painstaking efforts in peacetime is easily destroyed.
But we will still move forward, we will still be full of hope, because in the ruins of the ruins, we can see the brilliance of humanity, flashing in the subtleties.
Perhaps it is precisely because of these inconspicuous lights that we can strengthen our faith, to aspire to peace, to believe in a better future.
A shocking massacre
Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, is located in a vast plain area with beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate. The wealth of successive dynasties has deeply nourished the city, and thousands of years of cultural accumulation have influenced the people here.
The Qinhuai River in the city flows slowly, and the beautiful women on the river sing gentle lyrics, as if even the air is filled with aroma, grace and leisure have become the embodiment of Nanjing.
When beautiful things are broken and become the most painful memories in the history of a nation, the tragedy is even more shocking.
In 1937, Japan, coveting Chinese mainland land and resources, began a major offensive. In November, soldiers approached the city of Nanjing. As one of the most important cities at that time, the defense of Nanjing was crucial to the development of the future war situation.
However, due to the wrong decision of the Kuomintang generals at that time, Nanjing, which was strong in the city, was rapidly broken through in just a few days, and the entire city defense line was completely disintegrated.
Victory or defeat is a common affair, and as long as the Chinese and people are united, the lands and cities that have been taken will return to our hands.
The Japanese are always surprised and do not abide by international conventions at all. After occupying Nanjing, they opened their teeth and claws, and their eyes shone with the light of beasts, and they killed the unarmed people of Nanjing, which was the Nanjing Massacre that shocked the world.
For a moment, scalding blood and mournful cries surrounded the city. Countless living lives that could have lived well were brutally plundered.
Those originally happy and happy families were torn apart, and the people, in fear, scattered and fled, just to avoid an attack, just to get one more day of life.
Different women hid in churches
The church was a relatively safe place at that time, run by the people of Western countries, so the Japanese did not dare to act rashly for the time being.
Therefore, it has become a shelter for many chinese people, people who are admitted to the church, various occupations, and various personalities, reflecting their different living environments.
There was a bunch of little girls who were students at school. With short hair, he wears uniform clothing, and his eyes are like a fawn, looking around wetly, with surprise and innocence.
The other group of people, the wind and dust women who make a living on the banks of the Qinhuai River, have carefully groomed, long hair like ink, and every hair tells the style. The women wore beautiful, exquisite cheongsams that showed female beauty, and their eyes flowed, with the seduction of seduction.
Such two groups of people are like living in two completely different worlds. If it were not for this war, two groups of people would have had the possibility of, never being able to intersect, never being able to get close to each other and get to know each other, and fate had given them such a cruel and beautiful opportunity.
One of the most prominent wind and dust women is Yumo, she always stands straight, her words and deeds, falling generously, just like a big family's boudoir.
Perhaps the people around her, because such a profession looked down on her, Yumo did not despise herself, just like in the desert, tenaciously grew a small grass, with a natural pride on her body.
Two groups of people gathered together temporarily, working together to stay alive, living together in peace. Unfortunately, this calm did not last long.
The arrogant Japanese, still focusing on the female students, proposed that only by handing over the female students would they not threaten the other people in the church.
It is well known that once these girls leave the church, they will face a tragic fate. But there are Japanese everywhere, where else can they escape?
Stand up and wait for justice
Just when everyone was in pain and entanglement, a group of thin figures appeared in front of everyone. Yumo and his sisters bravely stood up and expressed their willingness to replace the female students and walk out of the church.
In times of crisis, one group of women can also hold up an umbrella for another group of women. Before escaping into the church, they witnessed the barbarism of the Japanese army, and they would be afraid.
Behind them, however, was a group of weaker and ignorant girls. Yumo wanted to do something, and they couldn't even take care of themselves.
So they hanged themselves, carefully groomed long hair, took off their beautiful clothes, and went to the Japanese army with a determination to die. The female students, on the other hand, escaped with the help of the preachers.
Like small animals, breaking into the flock of hungry beasts, these dust women were quickly divided, and some people could not bear the pain, tried to defend themselves, and were brutally killed. More people are being sent to comfort stations and living in darkness.
Yumo always gritted her teeth and insisted, she watched one sister after another, in the endless torture, one after another passed away.
A woman who wants to die is always a belief that she is not allowed to do so. If you leave, then this experience will be consumed, and Yumo will have to wait, waiting for the end of this kind of day. She could take a look at the sisters, the peaceful motherland.
In August 1945, the arrogance of the Japanese army was completely extinguished with the joint efforts of the countries that opposed the war all over the world. The Emperor of Japan announced his unconditional surrender.
The originally arrogant Japanese soldiers finally lowered their frantic heads. Yumo, who lives in the comfort station, has gained the freedom she has longed for.
A trial meeting was held in the city of Nanjing for the crimes of the Japanese, and all those who had suffered were loudly expressing their suffering in front of the church.
A rescued schoolgirl sat on the witness stand, sadly telling the story of a group of dusty women protecting them. At that time, Yumo sat downstage and didn't say a word, she just listened calmly, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.
epilogue
When the crowd cleared and the assembly was over, the woman slowly stood up and stepped away, ignoring the cries of the schoolgirls behind her.
All she needed to know was that those who had hurt them had been truly judged. All she needed to know was that the sisters' sacrifices had not been in vain. She just needed to know that someone remembered the efforts of this group of women, and that was enough.
Yumo was gone, and no one knew where she was going. But we believe that in some unknown corner of the world, there will be a woman who will try to live with an idyllic smile.
She had experienced, a cruel hellish environment. She carries the hope of the other sisters and living well. Every day in the years of peace, she spends it with a grateful heart.