In "Jinling Thirteen Chao", the 15-year-old cardamom who was gang-raped to death by the Japanese army tied to a wooden chair is my most distressed character.
In the movie, in order to play a good pipa for the seriously injured little soldier Wang Pusheng, Cardamom ran back to the building to find strings, and met the Japanese soldiers halfway.
I had seen the original before watching the movie, and I knew that the fate of cardamom was very tragic, and I was greatly relieved to see cardamom jump into the river in the movie, maybe the movie will be adapted, maybe cardamom still has a glimmer of life.
But the Japanese soldiers did not give her a chance, forced the cardamom up, tied her limbs to a stool, and a group of animals roasted outside with only a fig leaf, taking turns to go in and humiliate her in every way.
Although she grew up in a brothel, she was scolded and scolded in front of the Japanese soldiers, and almost shouted out all the vulgar words she had learned and could think of.
The Japanese soldiers thought she was noisy and slapped her, and she was quiet.
Not because of submission or fear, she just suddenly thought of the little soldier lying dying in the cellar of the church.
She thought of last night and Wang Pusheng's private engagement for life, to play the pipa to beg for food and live with him and The United States. This thought of cardamom was shattered.
Cardamom also thought of her wish to Wang Pusheng: if she wanted to have four strings, she would play "Spring River Flower Moon Night" and "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" to him.
She said: "I can also sing Suzhou Commentary." ”
She was afraid that if Wang Pusheng closed his eyes and swallowed his breath, his wish would be disappointed.
The first time Cardamom saw Wang Pusheng, who had a miserable face, she thought he was handsome, and lovingly hugged him and took care of him.
Cardamom should be the youngest of Yumo's party, she has no wandering spirit, and when she looks at Wang Pusheng, there is a kind of delicacy and innocent romance like her age.
"Does it sound good?"
"Sounds good." Wang Pusheng said.
"How nice?"
"Hmm."
"I'll play it for you every day from now on."
"Thank you..."
Cardamom said, "Don't thank me, marry me." ”
This time, no one laughed at her as a silly big sister.
"I'll go home with you and farm." Cardamom said that children live like families.
"I don't have any fields at home." Wang Pusheng smiled.
"What's in your house?"
“...... There was nothing in my house. ”
“...... Then I will play the lute for you every day. I play the lute, you pull a stick, ask for food, give it to your mother. Cardamom said, a sweet dream in his heart.
"I don't have a mother."
Cardamom was stunned, holding Wang Pusheng with both hands, and after a while, people noticed that her shoulders were moving. Cardamom was crying like a big girl for the first time.
When I read the original work, I felt that cardamom was really stupid, just a few strings, but I had to look for it when it was so messy outside.
Later, she slowly realized that playing the pipa was her good craft, and she just wanted to give her best to Wang Pusheng and play the pipa together to beg for food in the future.
Such a low, simple wish, in the end, was also disappointed.
At that time, how many people's glimpses were the last side.
The romance of the young girl Huaichun was crushed in the blood-stained dust and scattered in the smoke of war.
Everyone has a soft place in their hearts, but that chaotic world cannot protect any softness, and the insignificant wish is an unattainable illusion.
In the end, desperate cardamom was desperate.
Finally, the Japanese soldiers stabbed their bayonets into cardamom's abdomen.
She saw the humanoid beast on the other side being hit by a blood flower and drowning... The largest flower of blood spurted from her upper abdomen, then her shoulders, and then her lower abdomen. The humanoid beast did not like a noisy, noisy and blood-spitting doll and put her to sleep with a bayonet.
In the book, not a single word or word is written in pain, but when I read this, my body was very uncomfortable, and my heart was clenched and hurt.
That kind of pain is not just because of the tragic death of a beautiful person, it is an indescribable pain about a nation.
There is a place in the book that is not mentioned in the movie:
When Cardamom was humiliated, he was also photographed, which was found in the diaries of the Japanese soldiers who surrendered.
When I saw this picture, I thought, what a dark and indecent thing this is.
They invade and humiliate women of another nation, but in fact they rape the dignity of that nation.
They took such photographs as booty in order to deeply stab the hearts and minds of the humiliated people.
I've been thinking ever since, how many centuries does it take to heal such a deep spiritual wound? How many generations of unforgettable memories will be needed to eventually reach oblivion?
Can't forget.
Will not forget.
Don't want to forget.
Text: Wen Wen'er
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