In the concrete-made cavern, heavy iron doors are locked, and cold light fills every corner. A mother-son bullet lay quietly on the old iron frame, and several babies in the stomach held back for too long, impatiently shouting: "Mom, Mom, it's so boring here, when are we going to go out for a walk?" ”
The mother shook her head and said heavily, "No, child, this is not a good thing." I would rather stay here alone with you until the hole is buried in the mud. ”
Why? Mom, isn't the outside world very fun? ”
"Oh, boy, our departure heralds the appearance of pain, which is the last thing I want to see."
"Really? Mom, then we would rather stay in your belly than see pain descend on the world. "Sensible babies no longer bother their mothers, and lie in their mother's belly with peace of mind and fantasize about the beautiful world outside."
One dull morning, the iron door "creaked" open, and several tall black shadows appeared in the dazzling gate. The mother bomber was worried: "Is it time for me to leave?" Gracious God, please let me stay here quietly! The mother bomb closed her eyes and prayed.
The footsteps of "Clang Dang Dang" were getting closer and closer, and the mother bomb's heart was like being struck by a hammer: "God forbid, they are definitely not coming for me." ”
The footsteps stopped, the mother bomb opened her eyes in despair, and several expressionless tall men were pushing out the old iron frame sharply.
"All right, sir merciful, I'd like to stay here with my children forever!" The mother bomb whispered to the tall man, but the tall man's face was cold and he did not pay attention to the mother bullet.
The babies were awakened by the sound of shaking, rubbed their eyes and said anxiously, "Mom, Mom, are we going to get out of here?" We don't want to cause pain to others. ”
"Don't be afraid, son, maybe we're just moving." The mother bomb had tears in her eyes.
Soon, the bullets were loaded onto a roaring airplane. With a piercing roar, the bullet was carried high into the sky and quickly sped off into the distance.
Zimu, who had never been far away, looked at this fresh world curiously, the sun was smiling brightly, the white clouds were leisurely passing by, and the clean blue sky was as quiet as a mirror. The vast land beneath your feet is covered with green vegetation, and the scattered civilized buildings are dotted like jewels between the green mountains and rivers.
"Mom, is that our home?" It was so beautiful, even more beautiful than we thought. The babies began to shout with joy.
"Yes, child, that's our beautiful home, let's take a look at it..." Said the mother, choking up, tears in her eyes.
The babies did not notice the sadness of the mother bullet and were still talking about the beautiful scenery with great interest. Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose into the air, the cotton-like white clouds disappeared, the blue sky disappeared, and everything under his feet became devastated.
"Mom, Mom, where has our beautiful home gone?" Babies screamed.
The mother bomb was speechless, tears in her eyes.
With a "sigh", the bullet was abandoned and fell sharply from the sky.
"Mom, Mom, what's wrong?" We didn't want to leave here, not at all! "The babies were crying.
"Child, I can't control myself..." Tears rolled in the mother's eyes.
The bullet fell at high speed toward a building. In the courtyard in front of the building, a little girl is concentrating on building the castle she thinks is beautiful with sand.
"Mommy Mommy, I saw a little girl, let's stop!" The babies cried out loud.
"Child, there is nothing I can do..." The tears of the mother bomb finally burst out of her eyes, and the astringent tears fluttered on the smoke that was everywhere.
"Mom..."
"Child..."
The babies snuggled tightly in the arms of the mother bomb, who hugged the desperate babies tightly.
There was a loud bang, and the sound of flesh and bones separating was heard before the bullet disappeared.
The dreary sky was finally raining, and an old man who had rushed back knelt in front of the collapsed building and sobbed, tears and rain flowing on the vicissitudes of his face.
War is cruel and we love peace!
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