The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Today the sky is clear blue and the sun is bright and pleasant.

However, this day was different because the teacher led us to watch an unforgettable movie.

Although the name of the film has become blurred in my memory, the vivid scenes are still vivid.

At the beginning of the story, what comes into view is a kind mother carefully boiling a pot of water.

She stared at the fire intently, as if expecting something wonderful to happen.

Then, she carefully picked up a basket of snow-white, crystal clear substance and poured it into the pot gently like fine sand.

These mysterious particles quickly merge into the water, interweaving with the boiling water splashes, forming a dreamlike picture.

Then, without hesitation, the mother grabbed her son's clothes and gently placed them into the pot of magical liquid.

The clothes rolled in the water, greedily absorbing moisture, and soon became heavy.

After the water was fully absorbed, the mother carefully took out the clothes and checked carefully to make sure that no more water dripped down.

Then, she gently put the wet clothes on her son and whispered:

"My child, you must take it to the top of the mountain you often go to and give it to the uncle wearing the blue hat."

The child nodded firmly, his eyes full of determination and commitment, indicating that he would live up to the trust.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the whole world seemed to be covered in white. The child came alone to the place where he needed to be examined. He was shaking uncontrollably and silently stood at the back of the line. With every step forward, his fear grew.

Finally, it was the child's turn to be examined.

He looked at his uncle in yellow clothes in front of him, his heart filled with fear, fearing that he would be taken into the mysterious and disturbing little dark room next door.

However, to his surprise, nothing unusual occurred during the inspection.

Everything went very smoothly and he passed the level without any obstacles.

Next, the child continued to move forward with difficult steps.

Time passed minute by minute, he had walked for a very long time, but he never gave up looking for his target.

Just when he felt that he was about to collapse, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him - it was the uncle in the blue hat he had been looking for!

Seeing this kind uncle, the child's exhausted face instantly showed an ecstatic smile. He used up his last bit of strength to run towards him, as if he had found his savior.

At this moment, if it were me, I might not be able to persevere to the end like this child?

After all, that icy piece of clothing was too cold and biting...

The camera switched again here, and the picture shifted to the TV screen. The TV series being played caught my attention.

The subtitles scrolling on the screen revealed the title of the play - "Youth in War".

This TV series seems to tell a passionate story full of passion and struggle. It is set in a war-torn period and vividly depicts the young people's indomitable growth process and heroic struggle in the midst of gunfire.

My eyes were fixed on a character on the TV screen. He was wearing a striking yellow outfit and was particularly eye-catching in the chaotic crowd.

At first, "I" didn't know the specific identity of the man in yellow. He was just an ordinary villager or a key figure related to the main storyline.

As the plot unfolds, "I" see his series of actions, which are familiar and outrageous - the Japanese invaders are committing cruel atrocities on the villagers he captured.

Witnessing this scene, I was overwhelmed with uncontrollable anger and grief, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"Stop it, you little devils!"

Although separated by a screen, I felt as if I were there personally, feeling the powerlessness and despair, as well as the deep suffering brought about by the Japanese devils' actions.

However, the devils in the TV series did not stop their atrocities because of my cry.

They continued to rob property from the unarmed villagers and even opened fire without mercy when the villagers tried to resist.

For a moment, the screen was filled with panic, pain and blood, and no villagers dared to stand up and resist anymore.

After the Japanese soldiers finished looting, they walked out of one house after another with their goods fully loaded. They proudly carried the items that originally belonged to the villagers, as if they were a symbol of their victory.

But just when I thought their atrocities were over, the camera switched again, revealing that they had started a new round of violence.

The Japanese drove all the surviving villagers, including the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled and the pregnant women, regardless of gender, age or status, to the open space in the center of the village.

These villagers, already exhausted physically and mentally by the ravages of war, were now forced to gather together, facing the cold heavy machine guns set up in front of them.

These heavy machine guns are powerful weapons for killing enemies and making meritorious service on the battlefield, but at this moment, they are aimed at the elderly, weak and sick who are unarmed and have no ability to resist.

When all the villagers finally gathered, they looked so fragile and helpless standing there.

The Japanese commander, however, had no sympathy at all. He looked at these unarmed villagers coldly, with a cruel sneer on his lips.

As his orders were given, the heavy machine guns began to roar, and cold bullets poured out like raindrops, hitting the villagers without mercy.

The villagers crowded together and tried to escape, but they were surrounded by Japanese soldiers. For a moment, they could only passively wait for death to come.

In just a short while, the once bustling village became silent.

The villagers who were shot fell to the ground one after another, and there was no sign of life.

Their blood dyed the village soil red, and from then on, there was no living creature left in the village.

"Little devils, please stop your filthy and heinous actions!

Stop...! "

Along with this heart-wrenching cry, the picture gradually became clear.

I saw the man who was deeply imprinted in my memory - Zhao Shao. His eyes, which should have been full of determination and courage, now became extremely red, as if two blazing flames were jumping and rolling in them.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, flowing down his cheeks, forming tear marks.

And his face, distorted by anger and grief, made people feel pity.

As the last cry came to an end, the entire scene slowly faded away like a movie ending, and was immediately enveloped by endless darkness.

However, in this darkness, a weak but firm voice sounded quietly:

"The memory has been loaded..."

This voice seemed to travel through the tunnel of time and space, carrying the heavy weight of history, echoing in everyone's ears, lingering for a long time...