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It has been 60 years since the end of World War II since Japan's surrender on August 15, 1945. Many young people of my generation, instigated by Japanese militarism, bravely went to the battlefield and sacrificed their precious lives in vain.

War has left an indelible mark on our lives, and I will never forget what happened at that time.

It was the spring of 1945 and I was 17 years old. At the dawn of a sleepless night of people fleeing frequent air raids, about 100 B-29 bombers flew towards the eastern horizon. I stare at them until they dissolve into tiny dots and disappear into the sky.

Just then, someone shouted, "What's that?" "I saw something fall from the sky.

That's a parachute. It appears that a plane was hit, and an American soldier was falling in our direction, landing on a field 200 or 300 meters away. I later heard that the American soldier was beaten to death with a stick by a group of men who chased him until he was taken away by the gendarmes.

I went home and told my mother about it, and her reaction was, "It's horrible! The man's mother must have been very worried. ”

My mother was an extremely ordinary woman, and in many ways she was a product of the era that gave birth to her and raised her.

Looking back now, I am struck by the fact that as a mother, she has always had compassion for the pain endured by her "enemy" mother, even though they are thousands of miles apart and there are walls of different political ideas in between.

In my opinion, women are natural pacifists. As the giver and nurture of life, and as women who value humanity and are committed to raising children and protecting their families, they are born with a deep sense of compassion. This consciousness travels through the cruel reality that human beings have to face.

Sixty years ago, in France, Normandy, and Utah Beach, teams of American and British soldiers braved the rain of bullets and rushed to the bunkers in front of them, one after another soldiers fell, and some people still ran forward with shouts, and in a moment, blood stained the entire beach ......

Sixty years ago, in the USSR, in Stalingrad, at the front, truck after truck carried recruits who had just come out of the training camp, and the officers shouted in the cars: "We don't need living deserters!" As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of shrapnel pierced his skull.

The recruits were driven out of the car, some were given guns, others were only bullets, and the megaphone kept repeating the phrase: "Those who did not have a gun followed those who had a gun, and the comrade who had a gun died, and the comrade who did not have a gun took his gun and continued to charge ......."”

Sixty years ago, in a village in Northeast China, at night, a shirtless middle-aged man straightened the strap of a large knife with a cold glittering sword, and turned to face a group of villagers, including teenage young men and gray-haired old men, who also carried large knives. The middle-aged man said, "I didn't let my family know, did I?"

Everyone was silent, and the middle-aged man waved his hand, "Then let's go." Half an hour later, the screams, gunfires, and metal clashing sounds of the Japanese base continued one after another, and the moonlight reflected on the blade of the knife also had a sad and angry color, and it kept shining with the swing of the knife. With the last gunshot, the moonlight ...... on the ground could no longer be found

War, which brings us nothing but death and destruction. War has left us with painful memories, but also left behind heroes, heroes who sacrificed their lives for justice and peace, we cannot forget, forget war, forget death and destruction, and we can't and should not forget the heroes in the war, it was they who ended the war, stopped the destruction, and replaced the death of others with their deaths.

When the war is over, let's honor our sleeping heroes.

Sixty years later, in France, Normandy, Utah Beach, veterans of bloody battles here put on military uniforms full of medals, walking on the road, people cheered and cheered for them, and at the same time, they also found that the smiles of the veterans were so heavy ......

Today, 60 years later, Russia, Moscow's Red Square, is the main place to celebrate, perhaps it should be said, to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the victory in World War II, and heroes from all over the world are respected and praised by world leaders.

Sixty years later, in a small town in Northeast China, a class of students, led by an eighty-year-old man, came to a monument, the old man told about his experience of killing, surviving, and escaping, and he was still excited, and he sang the song that made his blood boil: "The big knife cuts off the ...... on the enemy's head."The students were in tears......

In remembrance, in order not to forget the past.