This article would like to commemorate the Nanjing Massacre This is my trip to southern most heavy areas.
Rain has always been under, like tears.
There is no umbrella, I was so into the cemetery.
The face of a large pebble, sallow color, do not cross in front of angry, occupy most of the space, I have never seen so many pebbles, where each stone represents one died in the massacre of an innocent people, 300000 . . . . . . .
Mausoleum sparsely walked a few tourists, a silent quiet, speechless with the air of depression and sadness.
Cobblestone speaking, there are a dead cypress, Dry the branches pointing to the sky helpless.
4 weeks scattered throughout the whole city of Nanjing monument carved imitation goods, I squatted by the silent grief and remembered those words, ".... Qinhuai make red .... Alas, its current affairs doorkeeper country is weak, unable to Royal disgrace, fellow sins ... .. Li Cibei to police future generations ... .. "
To police future generations, as well as how many people remember that tragic killing field?
Upward along the ramp into the mass graves hall, separated by glass curtain wall are still clearly see the inside of the numerous bones, with young babies, a small skull, a small body.
Inside there are about 9000 more than skeletons, crowded stacked together, visible above the bayonet marks left visible bullet holes through a ridge of loess exhaustion of blood went to the flesh, leaving only pale clothes skeletons that do not wash the evil.
I can not breathe, all languages have become pale and weak.
Long the face of a loess bones of the dead, only the tears and anger can stay.
Into the semi-underground memorial to the main body, the same silence, the same silence, a lot of tourists, do not words, there is no noise, even footsteps also extremely small, as if afraid that alerted the souls buried here.
The young lady in charge explained only stood silent and ask to indicate you watch the sequence and focus of their youth beauty is the only activity here.
Pictures, artifacts, clots of blood, Saber ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
A little bit of browsing the past, I remain in the roster of a dozen of the victims prior to reach out and flip the paper yellow pages, look at those who are already overtaken by the dust heaven of people left traces of the last point of their ----- name and location of the victims.
Most people Shiguwucun, leaving only a name.
More people did not leave even the names, 300000 is just an approximate figure.
To see the famous Mr. Rabe, like, deep gratitude to him, and had the strength to do its protection of innocent compatriots, for he left behind a diary, so that this history written in blood can not be wantonly playing.
To see the notorious "100 chopped" contest two beasts, Mukai Toshiaki and Noda rock, I hope I can use all the torture I know that to impose on them, they are animals not human beings.
See a lot of things, I can not elaborate on the 11.
Memorial read at the end of the Sino-Japanese peace cliches, I abhor a look at it, I became the first to learn this section of the Nanjing Massacre little girl, in the bottom of my heart I know I will never forgive this nation, and never will be ... ... ..
Such a shameless and fearless people, they do not need someone to forgive, because animals can not understand human emotions, and animals do not need forgiveness.
Stepping outside the gallery, I always thought the words on the monument: "The Politics doorkeeper country is weak, unable to imperial disgrace"
Today, it?
How many people remember that? How many people do not want to forget this piece of redness of the skin?
Songs and dances of Nanjing, Nanjing sorrow, do you forget this piece of redness of the skin?
Comfortable life of people, do you remember this carnage?
When all living experienced the tragedy of the elderly are passing away, whether it really will be a fancy dress props wanton play?
Light profane history and forgotten left to their own will be the next disaster?
Each people should come here to see Liuzhaojinfen's ancient capital, Qinhuai Rain in Nanjing, is a sorrow, is black, every corner of the compatriots on both blood and scattering.
Sorrow is called Nanjing. . . . . . .
Author: zz13
