The Holy Infant Girls' School

Tears came to my eyes. When these events became more personal, I felt particularly deeply. Florence was prepared for the worst after making her decision. Her decision, Yu Gong, was naturally the best. Personally, it's really heartbreaking. If she had chosen to leave, maybe she wouldn't have... But I believe she would still do it if given another chance to choose, because she is no longer the Florence she was a month ago. After witnessing Sister Feng's death, she changed, became more responsible, and became stronger. Seeing the dawn approaching, but still dying in the dark night, woo woo woo. Md I really didn't expect that beast to actually covet Florence. Damn it, you bitch, I wish you a happy life in hell! Sister Feng's words "I will open a way for you again" brought tears to my eyes. I really can't imagine what kind of anger caused a rough man who was timid just a few days ago to instantly explode into a fearless warrior. When he stood up, he didn't even hesitate for a second and faced the enemy's bayonet until death. Sister-in-law Zhou is also a rough person, but she didn't expect that she was the first person to dare to stand up and confront the Japanese. Such courage is beyond the reach of many intellectuals. Woohoo, finally I just hope that there will be peace in the world, no more wars and massacres, thank you.

I miss you, I will miss you forever December 13, 2017, sunny. I opened my eyes and clicked on the Weibo account of the temple president, commenting on, forwarding, and collecting the radio drama of "Holy Infant Girls' High School". He looked at the sky outside the window, sighed, and then got up to wash up. I thought about writing something on a day like this, for the hard-working and dedicated crew, and for that period of history that I dare not forget, but at the same time I dare not touch easily. Today, 80 years have passed since that hellish day. Part One: In words, I see you ——Written to the original work of "The Holy Child" I think most people who encounter this story have a matchmaker named "Broken Spy", and so do I. Perhaps when I came across this story, I was being tortured by the two girls Huai Dong until I had a stomachache. I happily accepted its non-CP introduction and read it to the end in one breath. The story is not long, six chapters, more than 30,000 words, and more than an hour. After that, I was shocked, angry, distressed, depressed, and countless moved. I have forgotten the specific mood when I first read this story, but I remember that I shed a lot of tears and my hands and feet were cold. In order to write a long review, I read this story again on this day. Time goes back first to San Francisco in 1977, and then to Nanjing in 1937. The young female reporter rode through the narrow alleys of Nanjing City and heard the situation inside and outside the city through the conversations of the people. Some people timidly choose to run, while others luckily choose to stay. In this narrow alley. Feng Erge and Florence break into the story. Two people are opposite, one is indecent and a little rude; the other is well-educated and a little arrogant. We know them preconceptions and know a certain side of them. The story is slowly advancing, and the battle lines are also slowly advancing. As the war approaches and the porridge factory is approved, the fates of several women become more intertwined. The roar of gunfire and the salty blood and tears were all intertwined. Principal Jones is undoubtedly the spiritual pillar of the Holy Infant Girls. I always bring Madame Vautrin's face into the story. She is calm, kind and kind. She has more social experience and understands the cruelty of war better. She provided shelter to thousands of women and children during that special period when law and morality were extremely fragile. Even if everyone is given just a bowl of porridge, a vat of hot water, and a corner. Principal Jones in the article is calm and rational. She fights for the rights of civilians in the Japanese Embassy, ​​and uses her European and American appearance to drive away Japanese soldiers who want to do evil. She also stood on the side of most people's lives and agreed to Florence's proposal. She was called the "Living Bodhisattva" by those women and children, just like Madame Vautrin was called the "Goddess of Hope." But they are also ordinary people. They will be exhausted physically and mentally by seeing the spineless behavior of the Chinese people, and they will also feel indescribable terror due to the pressure from all parties. But she didn't want to leave, and she didn't leave. She protects what she considers "home" and the Chinese people and their homeland. Jinling will live forever and faith will never die. Florence is a bright spot in the story. During that time when everyone wanted to leave, she came to Nanjing for love. She is beautiful, civilized, and well-educated. She is beautiful and respects beauty. Her style is incongruous with refugees, yet surprisingly integrated. In the chaotic war years, she used her own principles to establish basic order in the porridge factory. She was obviously here to wait for someone, but when the person she was waiting for arrived, she did not leave with that person, but chose to stay. She firmly convinced Principal Jones and her fiancé Klaus. She could obviously leave this dark whirlpool of Nanjing, but in her heart she could not accept the future that others might encounter. The scene where Fang Xing takes pictures of Florence is probably the most beautiful part in the story, like a clear stream in the mountain firelight, warm and transparent. It's just that the water in this stream is bitter and makes people's eyes turn red. If only she could leave alive, she should have left alive, right? But after all, she left her life in this land, in her foreign country. We always think in hindsight that Chinatsu Ono would not have betrayed them if Florence had not exchanged them. But at that time, no one could guarantee a Japanese woman, and no one could ignore the lives of ordinary people on campus. Florence is a flower, she bloomed, she failed, the branches are scattered in the soil, but the fragrance has been remembered by people. Yu Fangxing is the eye in this story. She looks like a dreamy girl in her twenties: energetic and confident. She stayed in Nanjing, on the one hand to pursue her dreams, and on the other hand to fight against fate. She was kind enough and strong enough; she had impulses and eventually matured. As a war reporter, she had a brush with death, but she never lost her true feelings. When she raised the knife towards Ono Chinatsu, many angry readers who entered the situation may have thought - otherwise... Just stab her. But this girl didn't. Even if she witnessed the inhumane atrocities of the Japanese soldiers, even if she could solve this "ticking time bomb" once and for all and let Florence leave this city of despair. But she didn't, her heart told her that she couldn't do it. She is kind, and in a city full of demons, she is still the clean little girl. Feng Er'e's image is also very vivid. The rudeness and shrewdness when we first met, the caution when we met again, and the bravery and determination in the end. She is the most ordinary kind of person. In non-war years, we may, like Florence when we first met, look down on this kind of middle-aged woman with low cultivation. But in the face of life and death, she used her own life to protect what she believed to be "nobility." She may be fierce, but she has never lost her integrity, and this integrity supports the dignity of the Chinese people. There are also the witty and brave Sister-in-law Zhou, the affectionate and gentleman Klaus, Ono Chinatsu who cannot choose her fate but knows how to be grateful, and many other people who have not been described in detail with pen and ink. I can't imagine how to live with dignity and hope in such dark days and after such dark days. For every new day, there is hope and more fear. Thank you for having you. Thank you Mr. Si for bringing us stories that are worthy of careful reading and reflection. Thank you for using your delicate words to write those days realistically, to write those beautiful people vividly, and to write those kindnesses and bravery so movingly. May our generation strive for self-improvement, remember history, and call for peace. December 13, 2017 (I thought the first part was for the original work, so I posted it on Jinjiang first)

The world was in turmoil that year May you have a prosperous life in the next life

So shocking! I hope that the prosperous age will come true and there will be no more killings

This novel should be seen by more people. If possible, it should be added to the screenwriter of the film.

Now I am studying in Nanjing, and it is difficult to see that the bustling city has suffered devastating disasters! But people have never and should not forget that period of history! The large text reminded me of my previous mood when watching various recorded clips of the Nanjing Massacre, and I felt like my heart was being pulled! The article is not very long, but I read it for a long time. I unconsciously slowed down and took a closer look at the vivid characters. Whether it was Mrs. Feng, Florence or me, it all left a deep impression on me! Sometimes I unconsciously think, if I were Florence, would I still make that decision? There is no answer to this question! Because I'm not in that kind of environment, I can't say with certainty that I will! Therefore, I have always felt that those people like Sister Zhou and Florence who were involved in the Nanjing Massacre are worthy of admiration! When I saw the memory part in the middle, I felt as if I had fallen into darkness, which was very depressing. But as the plot developed, little by little, I seemed to be walking towards the light with the protagonist. After reading it, I still shed tears, for them, for peace, and for life! Temple is written really well! Very direct, but written in my heart!!! The final confession is huge!? (ノ??`) Comparison!

Thanks to the author for his research and writing style, which inspired readers to think again about that historical fact. After reading the entire text, what lingers in my mind is the background of blood and fire, with several figures clearly imprinted in that space of time, either burning or decaying. I don't know what the author's original intention is, but what I see between the lines are all kinds of contrasts, like a series of tortures, which is sad. Mrs. Feng pinched her waist twice and raised her voice twice. The former was vulgar and the latter was heroic. The chairman of the committee, who has elite soldiers and strong generals, abandoned the city and left the city. Ms. Jones, who was made of flesh and blood, stayed behind desperately. Which one is stronger, faith or force? A woman who was raised by a kind grandmother turned into a devil. An illiterate woman was killed by a sword trying to save a stranger. What can education change? It is also a life without dignity. One is determined to break up with it, but the other is still addicted to marijuana. What is dignity worth? "War... War is the subversion and reorganization of the entire world for those who have experienced it. Professors, businessmen, workers, prostitutes, beggars, robbers, rich and poor... The original boundaries have been blurred. The law will be in vain, and morality will become extremely fragile in the face of survival." In fact, not only in such an extreme background, even in today's daily life, when faced with these problems, what is the answer at the moment of decision? Many people will say to follow instinct, but who should take the blame for instinct?

"What did that picture you drew on the paper mean?" She didn't even think about it. She seemed to have been waiting for me to ask, "It means that I don't want to have anything to do with Japan anymore. You can take me wherever you want." When I read this, I inevitably felt my heart sinking. As soon as I realized that this article was about the Nanjing Massacre, I kept tugging at my heart. Mr. Lu Xun once said, "Tragedy is the destruction of valuable things in life for people to see." Whenever I see those brave and kind-hearted characters in the Holy Infant Girls' School giving light and warmth to people in a dark atmosphere, I will inevitably worry about what kind of misfortune will befall them in the next second. The young girl, Mrs. Zhou, and Feng Er'e, the war is particularly cruel when it tears these beautiful people apart. When reading about these tears and destruction, I think everyone who has a little knowledge of that period of history is more or less mentally prepared, although sometimes it is inevitable to be surprised. War tortures people and leaves them riddled with wounds. This is the unavoidable sorrow of every soldier and innocent people involved in the war. Grief can be so general and dominate a city in a dark way. Grief is so specific. Every living individual's death and vicissitudes of life are marked by changes in the pulsation of the heart. I saw Miss Florence Wu approaching death step by step. She was a German who could have just stood by and watched, but she came to the dangerous Nanjing with her tenderness for love. She is proud, she is beautiful, she is the defender of civilized order, she is a warrior who stands up, she is gentle and kind, she said, "I wouldn't have refused even a month ago." Yes, just like Feng Er'e said, she is noble. However, the life of such a beautiful Miss Florence Wu ended. Ono Chinatsu's conversation with "me" after 40 years, can't help but make me think: If the little girl who could understand Japanese was there on the day Klaus left, if Ono Chinatsu could let "me" understand her meaning, if "we" didn't get the pineapple jam... It seems that there are thousands of possibilities, and the slightest change in factors seems to be able to allow Miss Florence Wu to avoid this tragedy. However, there is no if. Without ifs, this may be the biggest tragedy - "There are some things in this world. You try your best to get through the darkest stage. Then, when the dawn is about to come, it plays a huge joke on you and stretches out a sinful black hand. It will pull you back into the darkness, no, it will push you again, making you fall to the bottom of the darkness, unable to recover." And all of this was a coincidence, but after the event, it was inevitable to imagine that maybe a tiny bit could have reversed the outcome. But if you let your claws scratch your heart, let you feel heartbroken, the result is already there. In this way, we can only reconcile, reconcile with the cold facts, reconcile with the painful and troubled self, and reconcile with the world around us... The above focuses on a scene that I felt most deeply about. When I read Temple Sister's articles (Breaking Spies and Holy Infant Girls' High School), I always feel a sense of tragedy and grandeur that "the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are gone". The description of the scenes and atmosphere of the big era and small characters makes people feel immersed in the situation. This story is relaxed and relaxed. You can read it in one breath and sigh at the end. Thank you Sister Temple for your good article, thank you Sister Temple for describing the "contradictions" (uncivilized phenomena and the brilliance of human nature, "my" attitude towards Chinatsu Ono) and for trying to find possible reasons for the atrocities committed by the Japanese army. If there is always some reflection of the author's values ​​in an article, then I really like this kind of sister. Looking forward to spying.

As I have to conduct air defense drills every year, I am always reminded of the war. Temple University wrote the scenes of killing, burning and looting in the war. Each character also meticulously depicts their true feelings in the face of life and death. When I read Temple University's articles, I always walk into the text and feel it together. It is very touching. Thank you.

It's such a story, just like the copy says. Moved by it, shed tears by it, feel indignant by it. Thank you madam for writing such a story.