Chapter 50 Chapter 14 The end of the war

After the victory of the Allied forces in Europe, they were eager to end the war against Japan in Asia. The Japanese troops in China and the Pacific Islands knew that the situation was over, but they were still fighting to the death.On those desolate islands, hundreds of thousands of people were killed or injured on both sides, until the United States bombed Japan intensively with thousands of bombers, Tokyo was half in ruins. On July 26, the leaders of China, the United States, and the United Kingdom issued an official statement in Potsdam, Germany occupied by the allies, urging Japan to surrender unconditionally. fruits of battle).The Japanese cabinet meeting on the second day, from morning to late at night, the main combat faction advocated preparing for the homeland defense war, and the Yamato people would rather "break the jade" and refuse to surrender.The new leaders of Britain and the United States, Wen Deli and Truman, issued a joint declaration of war against Japan.twenty one

Days later, the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan, but Japan still refused to surrender; on August 9, the second atomic bomb fell on Nagasaki.Newspaper headlines around the world were gigantic photographs of the cloud rising from the atomic bomb and a sea of ​​flames below. On August 14th, Japanese soldiers dying in various trenches listened to their Emperor Showa broadcast, telling them to lay down their weapons, "Japan has been defeated and surrendered unconditionally. According to the Cairo and Potsdam Declarations, Taiwan has been returned to China... … On August 15th, Generalissimo Jiang made a radio speech to the military and civilians across the country: "After the victory, the people of the country should not be arrogant or lazy, work hard to build, don't miss old evils, and don't take revenge on the Japanese..." This magnanimous attitude was later adopted. It has become a generous provision of "repaying grievances with virtue" in war reparations.It is still a puzzle for the Chinese people; Japan and Germany recovered quickly with the support of their allies, but after the war, the Chinese national army was forced to throw itself into the civil war where the CCP seized power. The lowest happiness has not been enjoyed.

The carnival in Chongqing when Japan officially surrendered was the only thing I have seen in my long life. With the sound of the radio, the sad earth was filled with joy. People threw away their usual restraint, hugged each other on the street, danced and laughed, and sang "Majestic mountains and rivers, flying national flag..." Such a patriotic anthem is empty for thousands of people. Not enough, shortly after dusk, a grand torchlight parade lit up all the streets. I followed my elder brother and cousins ​​and ran to Shapingba Street with torches, connecting Xiaolongkan on the left and porcelain lying on the right. There was hardly an inch of dark road. People sang and shouted "Long live the Republic of China!" It really resounded through the sky.

I walked with them to the gate of Nankai Middle School.I saw two boy scouts standing guard at the door temporarily, holding and Back then, I had a military stick as thin as my arm, and the confidence of Tong Jun on my face was exactly the confidence I had when I followed President Zhang to recite "China will never perish, and I am here!".The lights in the Fansun building in the school gate were all on, and I thought of Zhang Dafei walking towards me from the playground.At this moment, I suddenly felt that all voices were silenced, and I could no longer bear the pushing crowd.I walked across the campus alone, found the path to go home, walked on the gradually deserted field stems, and walked towards Yanggong Bridge. The hillside of the small wooden bridge was a mass grave that had been abandoned for many years. My brother often challenged his friends. See who dares to lift the half-exposed coffin lid, and they tell many stories about will-o'-the-wisps, and compete for who is the bravest.Usually I go home by the main road ahead.Occasionally walked by with everyone during the day.Going uphill across the small wooden bridge is the home we moved to last year to avoid the alarm.As I ran, I cried, and the torch had already been burned out.When I entered the house and saw my mother with a surprised face, I said, "I can't stand such a carnival!" I spent the victory night in the dark and crying.

Since then, I will not mention his name again.I solemnly wrapped a large stack of letters from him and a large mailbag from me, with my books and the few clothes I had.I think, one day I will be strong enough to take a better look.But in the summer of the second year, I was unexpectedly "demobilized" from Chengdu and returned to Shanghai. My mother and my sister were demobilized from Chongqing and returned to Peiping by plane. Except for my personal clothes, I only brought some commemorative photos.Those letters and all traces are left to the gale of the time of suffering.Their fate is hard to even imagine in the years that my family will live in the future.

In November of this year, eight years after he gave me the Bible when he joined the army, Pastor Ji Zhiwen wrote me a long letter from Chengdu, saying that he was given by a friend of the Luojia Fellowship. Knowing that I was in deep sorrow, he persuaded me to take heart, and copied the last sentence of Chapter 7 of the Book of Revelation, "He who is clothed in white before the throne of the Lord has come out of great tribulation...for the Lamb on the throne will Shepherd them and lead them to fountains of water of life, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." Pastor Ji went to Leshan to preach soon, and I was baptized as a Christian in the Methodist Church. After long-term thinking, I will commemorate him forever in such a serious way: Commemorating his miserable life experience, commemorating his kindness as a true Christian, Commemorate all those who, like him, sacrificed their lives to avenge the hatred of the country and the family.