It is true that the dropping of atomic bombs is a humanitarian disaster, whether as history or as a war, but during those years, the tens of millions of civilians in Asia who were slaughtered by the Japanese army (correct data cannot be verified at all) explain how.
In the 1930s, when the United States was still struggling in the mud of the Great Depression, on the other side of the earth, Japan began to conquer its neighbors-they called it the “Greater East Asian Co-Prosperity Circle”. It is the West or East of this world. The fascist lunatics and perverts always carry the most beautiful, gorgeous, most human and moral slogans and banners to cover up the most despicable, most shameless, most indecent, and most dirty schemes.
For this award-winning speech, my request is to touch everyone here, because this year’s Oscar will be the one with the largest number of viewers. I personally hope that my words can make some people in the world who don’t know. Knowing that forgetting history is tantamount to betrayal.
History is history, not how to write and understand what those bitch historians and politicians are pursuing.
“It’s not what those bitch historians and politicians are pursuing how to write and how to understand.” Zhao Xieen sat next to me and read my manuscript: “Lu, your term seems very crude. It."
"Just to be so rough." I replied without looking up.
"Ah, why." Zhao Zhengtai leaned over the table and asked me curiously. It seemed that mine was very successful, and Zhao Zhengtai would no longer oppose me wantonly as he did at the beginning.
"Why? Think about the Han people in the late Jin Dynasty. How do our historians describe this era when men were decapitated and women and children were cooked."
"How to describe it." Zhao Xieen frowned, and asked a little unpleasantly.
"National integration." My answer is very simple.
Zhao Zheng was too shocked for a while, after I changed a piece of manuscript paper, the little comrade finally suffocated a word from his mouth.
"The son of a bitch, those bastard ancestors have not been fused into the stomachs of the butchers."
"Yeah, because it was not their ancestors who died, they were able to utter utterances over there, "Five Hus "Chaos" Hua, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Xia Jin melee, Mongolia invasion, Manchu entry, and count The death of billions of compatriots’ hands and feet, countless innocent “women” and girls who were skinned and deboned to make soup in exchange for nothing more than a cold ethnic fusion.” Stopped writing, I looked at the manuscript in front of me and sighed: “You talk about the history. Should the scientist scold or not."
"I support you! Also to prevent such a tragic past from repeating itself!" Zhao Zhengtai punched on the table: "I will never allow my compatriots to be tortured again! Their blood must not flow in vain!"
Yes, no matter whose blood it is, it can't flow in vain.
I agree with Zhao Zhengtai’s words. In this cold real world, human nature and morality are sometimes just the last fig leaf of the bloody place at the feet of civilization. I don’t want to do any reckoning or revenge, I just hope to be extinct. When the slaughter of human "nature" and the indefensible aggression once again come to this world, more compatriots can stand up and fight for the justice and truth of this world, compatriots and relatives, old people and children .
"Lu, you will go back to China with Longyou in the future, eh, do I mean to go back to Longerxi."
"Longelhi, if you asked me that a year ago, I would definitely say that I didn't want to go."
After thinking about it, I shook my head and nodded again.
"Why do you say that?" Zhao Zhengtai, who was sitting on the table reading the manuscript, stood up and asked.
"Shen Mingxiang, you know, it's the owner of the store where I often take you to eat fried rice with You Long."
"Ah, he, I know, he is very kind, he is a very good earth man, what's wrong with him."
"Last year, he went abroad with his lover who had been in love for seven years, but only eight months later, he broke up because of the relationship between the two places." I looked at the manuscript paper I wrote: "The two of them are nothing but It is half a planet apart, and the seven-year relationship will be broken. If the distance between me and the long-standing river system is as long as the river system, I am afraid."
"Don't you believe the infatuation of our Telshan girls!" Zhao Xieen jumped up immediately, but he sat down quickly again: "I know what you are thinking, are you thinking? The Lord forcibly assigns long-term marriages to others. In terms of long-term temperament, I am afraid of you."
"Yes, so this time if the long-standing father and mother can come over, I want to talk to them, I can unconditionally give up the right to the child's surname and education, only to ask them to agree that I live with the long-term Earth, of course, if you have to return to Longelhi, there is no problem. I just hope that my children will know that they have a hometown called Earth."
Looking at the manuscript paper, my heart is full of helplessness and worry.
"You have deep feelings for your hometown."
"Yeah" Since the familiar scenery that appeared in my eyes that day and that year, I have felt that this small piece of land carries my memories and dreams that I can't forget, and I don't want to forget it.
"I think Patriarch will also understand your feelings. He is also a man who loves his family very much. Because his ancestors have lost their original hometown, the obsession of not wanting to lose their hometown again has been flowing in their veins." Zhao Zhengtai sat next to me and enlightened me.
"I hope so." I sighed.
"By the way, why did that man break up with that woman." Zhao Xieen seemed to want to divert the topic, and I was so happy. Shen Mingxiang has always been the man with a lot of affection in my eyes. He paid for his girlfriend. Going abroad, but such a man usually only ends up betrayed by his girlfriend.
"Oh, how can that woman be so shameless!" Zhao Zhengtai knew the whole story and immediately began to complain for Shen Mingxiang.
"It can't be regarded as shameless. After all, feelings are talking about fate, and fate is gone, and feelings are nothing more than mirroring." I flipped through the ballpoint pen in my hand, and at the same time flipped through the note in the memoir. Pages of moldy paper.
"Don't worry, Jiujiang will definitely not be that kind of girl." Zhao Xien stretched out his hand and patted my back.
"I know that by the way, Xie En, what kind of gifts do you like Jiu Jiu?"
"Ah, do you mean that you want to give a gift to Longyou." Zhao Zhengtai's wonderful expression is like a chipmunk that has just discovered a bunch of melon seeds.
"Yeah, her birthday is coming soon, and I think I should give her something this year."
"Buy pearls! Large ones!"
Zhao Zhengtai gave the answer without even thinking about it. Of course, I rejected it unconditionally. Zhao Zhengtai has a resentment-like obsession with pearls. I also heard about this from the long-standing side. No wonder I sent it. When it comes to pearl earrings, this Zhengtai can receive so no regrets.
"Jiangong won't like such tacky things."
"Hey, you guys don't want to think about it, how beautiful the pearl is, it represents the pure white "color"!"