The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Founder wiped his nose and smiled bitterly: "Why should I sign it?"

"Useful, I'm your fan. Seeing you help so many people, my heart is warm. Hurry up and sign a name. If you don't sign, I will take you back to the police station. Got to sign, "the policeman joked.

Founder dumbly signed the police obediently.

After the incident, the police had to take a photo with him, and the Founder did not refuse. Comrade Police immediately called for a passerby to take a group photo.

The police seemed to be just like the other side, stood a little back, raised their heads and looked serious, showing the majesty of the police.

The Founder was different. He was the first time to take a photo with the police when he was so old. He rubbed his nose, stood a little nervous, and folded his hands subconsciously in front of him.

The passerby clicked, took the picture, and returned the phone to the police with a strange smile.

Then the police smiled and said goodbye to the Founder, leaving a phone call before leaving, saying, "Founder is in charge. What's the matter, call me at any time."

After that, the police brother ran over and took away the robbers.

But the confused robber hasn't figured out the situation yet, howling: "After eighteen years, I'm a good man again!"

Fang Zheng looked at the other person, but he didn't know if he should be angry, or he felt funny, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Founder knows that this man is definitely not his mission goal, but he is not in a hurry, because he came out to hide from the limelight, there is no need to rush back and turn slowly.

While walking, Founder saw a notice board that read: "One Day Tour of Purple Mountain."

Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lighted, and he finally knew where he was. This was NJ! But then, Fang Zheng's heart sank slightly, and I didn't know what was in my mind. I thought of Liu Fangfang, and I remembered the song sung in the tone of the crying grave: "September 18, September 18 ..."

"NJ ... the pain in the hearts of all Chinese people, Amitabha, since it is here, you must remember those ancestors anyway." Founder thought of this, sighed, and asked someone to inquire about "The Japanese Army that invaded China. Memorial Hall for the Victims of the Killing of the Compatriots "[For the sake of respect, no abbreviation here].

As a result, Founder found that he was not far from the Memorial to the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese invaders, and he turned two corners.

Founder no longer had to toss when he heard it, but he was relieved. According to passers-by's instructions, he quickly found the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders. The memorial is free. Founder saw that although it is not a holiday, there are still many people here.

No matter whether it is an adult or a child, no matter what it is doing, people who hear how happy things are, when passing by, they will subconsciously smile and walk by solemnly, as if at that moment, all happiness is Disappeared, only endless depression and sorrow in my heart.

"Everyone come here and introduce to you, this is the new pavilion of the memorial. His overall design shape is" Boat of Peace ", which is a tall bow shape standing up from the ground; from the side, it It ’s like a broken saber inserted in the loess; if everyone is lucky to look down from the sky, he is a facade that turns a sword into a plow ... ”At this time, a group of tourists came and walked in front of the guide Explained.

When Founder heard this, he slightly shook his head. What he thought of this memorial was like a huge grave mountain! It was the burial ground of countless people, it was the desolation of countless innocent souls ...

There are many stone sculptures outside the venue, bereavement, brutal rape, hand-supported child, lamented mother; old man bent on his knees to survive, instinct to survive; young man helping his dead wife, walking forward; panicked, scattered children An elderly woman with a baby wrapped around her shoulders and a baby in her arms; a teenager who has lost her father and is struggling to move forward; an elderly man who is incomplete and in pain; a girl with a messy clothes and a sluggish eye; sucking 8 dead bronze statues of a mother who has died.

Fang Zheng looked at this stone sculpture, as if he was pulled back to that dark, **** age. He seemed to hear the mother holding the dead child in his arms, and raised his head silently, as if he could hear it across time and space. The heartbreaking but helpless shout: "Who will save my child ..."

It seems that he saw the baby sucking at his mother's chest, but he didn't know that his mother was dying, and he was about to face an unknown danger ...

Fang Zheng looked up at the statue, the corners of his subconscious eyes were wet, his hands were crossed, and the endless sadness in his heart finally turned into one sentence: "Amitabha."

Later, Founder followed the group of tourists and the venue was free of charge. Anyone could enter, but lighters were not allowed. Founder saw some unsuspecting tourists and turned in his lighter ...

Fortunately, Founder does not smoke, just follow along.

Looking up, looking at the inscription on the dark stone monument, written in different national languages: Victims, 300,000!

Founder's heart was repressed again ...

Passing through the wide small square of the main entrance, there is an incompletely standing monument. A bronze skull and an arm struggling and twisted in the cobblestones are struggling. The stone wall on the front of the memorial reads prominently, "1937.12.13-1938.1".

At that moment, Founder remembered this time, and everything in front of him seemed to return to that era ...

Entering the museum, on the main wall is a brief introduction of the Nanjing Massacre engraved in Chinese, English, and Japanese. Among them, "28 mass killings in Japan, 150,000 massacres, 858 mass killings, and 150,000 deaths ... "

Behind them are real photos, collapsed houses, fleeing crowds, helpless children, flooding, fires, machine gun fires, head-cutting competitions, corpses on the ground, and executioners ...

Founder didn't know how to get there. There was only a piece of dullness in his mind, and the cry from that time and space. His heart was bleeding, and his tears never stopped ...

Eventually, Fang Zheng stopped in front of a mass grave, looking at the bones on the ground, he was silent and motionless.

Vaguely, Fang Zheng seemed to see countless fragments of time and space, as if he saw countless injustices complaining ... Fang Zheng knew that this was true, because if there were souls, they would certainly be like this.

This stop was one day. Founder forgot the time, so his hands were folded together, and he looked silently in a daze ...

There are fewer and fewer people in the exhibition hall, and we don't know when it is. There are basically no people in the exhibition hall. Or there are, but they are all scattered ...

Just then, a few sneaky voices sounded: "Sakada, there aren't many people, let's start fighting."