An excerpt from "Travel Notes on the Manchurian Museum", written by a third-grade student at Chaoyang Primary School in Beijing.【】
After the second class in the afternoon, the teacher came over with a stack of visiting tickets and told us that tomorrow the school would organize us to visit the Manchurian Museum in Shichahai.
Manchurian Museum?
When I heard this name, I was very surprised because I had never heard of this museum, so I subconsciously connected it with the Aerospace Science and Technology Museum or the Sky Pavilion of the Children's Palace. Perhaps, this museum also displays something related to science and technology. Something, I thought.
When we arrived at school the next day, all the teachers were already here, and they were organizing the students who had already arrived to line up. After everyone was ready, we set off to the Manchurian Museum.
According to the teachers, the Manchurian Museum is located in Shichahai. In the past, there was a large sea and the lake was very deep. In the summer, the lake was filled with green lotus leaves. However, more than two hundred years ago, the rulers at that time did not know where to go. For what purpose, Shichahai was leveled. Now, apart from high-rise buildings, there are only green shades planted on the sidewalks. Speaking of which, it is really a bit regretful. I even imagined in my mind what if the city had such a piece of How happy it would be to have a big lake. At least I can ask my dad to take me boating in the summer.
Manchurian Museum, Manchurians? Who are these people? Are they the same ancestors of our Han people as the cavemen?
I don’t know, and neither do my classmates. When we asked the teacher, the teacher told us that it was a despicable race, a race that no longer exists. This race once brutally massacred our ancestors and greedily plundered us. The wealth of the Han people is about to destroy our country. In the eyes of this despicable race, we Han people are just cattle and sheep that can be slaughtered at will. We have to do whatever they want us to do, and they can take whatever they want from us. What to take, but fortunately, God has not abandoned us Han people. A hero named Zhao Qiang led a group of subordinates who were unwilling to be slaves and completely eliminated this despicable race. Therefore, we can have the happy life today instead of being The alien slaves should be grateful to Zhao Qiang. Without him, it is completely unimaginable what kind of darkness that despicable race would lead our country into.
I didn’t quite understand what the teacher said, but I remembered a person named Zhao Qiang. With curiosity and hatred in my heart, I finally arrived at the Manchurian Museum. To be specific, I was the first to see the six characters “Manchurian Museum” , being careful, I also noticed a familiar name, which was written in small characters under the name of the museum. The signature was the national hero Zhao Qiang that the teacher mentioned.
The word "big hero" didn't seem to be very good. With doubts, I followed the classmates in front of me up the steps of the museum. Oncoming was a very long corridor, about two to three hundred meters long, and the width was about the same as the sidewalk of the street. .But what surprised me was not why there was a long corridor in front of the museum, but that there were so many people in strange clothes standing in the corridor.
To be precise, these people look similar to us, but they all have a small braid hanging on the back of their heads, which looks quite strange.
What do these people do? Why are they all standing there motionless?
Just when I was wondering, I heard a scream from the classmate in front of me, and then many students made sounds of surprise. In panic, I heard someone shouting "Dead man, dead man!", and then I heard the teachers maintaining order, saying that those were just The exhibits are not real people, so students should not be afraid.
They're not real people! I took a breath and thought to myself, those girls are really cowards. The dummies can scare them so much that they scream. No wonder my mother screams in fear every time she sees a mouse. It turns out that girls are born to be cowards.
The classmates in front of me were no longer afraid after they knew they were dummies, and followed the teacher slowly into the museum. When I followed the flow of people and passed by the dummies, I looked up at the dummies, but I don’t know why, but I was a little scared.
I was a little scared, even though I knew they were fake, but I was still scared, because those dummies were so realistic, and the skin on their faces seemed to be real. Although they had turned black, they still looked like real people.
I really don’t know how these dummies were made and how they could look so similar. I was confused. With confusion, I slowly passed by the dummies under the urging of the classmates behind me.
There are about three hundred dummies in the entire corridor, with various poses, just like models in a shopping mall. But I noticed that the faces of these dummies do not have the smiles of the mall models, they are very ferocious.
It's scary. I think if it was too late, I would not dare to stay alone among so many weird dummies.
When I passed a little girl who was about the same age as me, my heart suddenly jumped and my neck felt cold because I seemed to feel that the little girl was staring at me. I don’t know if it was because my eyes were a little blurry or something.
My head was a little dizzy, and I actually noticed that blood was flowing out of this little girl's eyes, and she opened her mouth wide, wanting to say something to me.
The fear made me scream. This scream alerted the teacher. He came over and asked me what was going on, but I didn’t know what to say, because there was no blood flowing out of the eyes of the real-looking person in front of me, and neither was the mouth.
It was tightly closed, just like those equally weird dummies, hunched over and staring blankly at the ground, motionless.
After a false alarm, I finally walked into the Manchurian Museum. As soon as I entered the museum, there were commentators with loudspeakers coming to explain. Through their explanations, I realized that the Manchus were a group that used to live in the northeast of our country.
Ethnic minorities were favored by the Ming Dynasty, but they betrayed their faith and rebelled against the Ming Dynasty. They invaded the Ming Dynasty's land, and later took advantage of the civil strife in the Ming Dynasty to occupy the Yuan Dynasty. During the decades of occupation, tens of millions of Han people were killed, and several provinces were completely inhabited.
At the same time, they also want to use tyranny such as word prison to imprison the thoughts of the Han people, preventing the Han people from having independent thinking and obediently becoming their slaves.
After ruling the Han people for more than thirty years, these despicable Manchus were finally eliminated by the great hero of the Han people, Zhao Qiang. After Zhao Qiang led his army into Shanhaiguan, within three years, there were no more Manchus in the world. They were all punished for their crimes.
We were punished. The "Manchurian Museum" we visited today was built by Zhao Daxiong to remember the Manchus' cruel treatment of China for future generations, and to warn future generations not to show weakness or appease the Hu people. If the Hu people create
If there is chaos, the whole clan should be massacred to shock the world, so that they can keep their own composure and not have any wishful thinking.
There is a stone tablet several meters high in the center of the museum. The guide told us that what is engraved on the tablet is the "Slaughter Manchu Order" promulgated by Zhao Qiang after he entered Beijing. I went over and saw that the inscription was:
The Manchurians in the capital are rebels, and they should be punished now to show the power of the Han Dynasty. I, the officers and men of Guan Ning, who take orders, should follow my command and kill all the rebels to prevent future disasters in China. It has been said in ancient times.
Those who are less than the height of a wheel will not be killed. However, today is different from the past. Going against the ambition of a jackal is like an animal. Repaying kindness with revenge should not be performed. Young beards should be killed without mercy. Cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots is not what a man does. This is the so-called great evil.
That is to say, it is a great good deed, and now it is a great evil, which is for the good of thousands of Han people. I, Guan Ning, must know this. When the massacre order is issued, the subordinates must be united. Anyone who intercedes for the Hu people will be regarded as a treason. Officials and people inside and outside must voluntarily kill the Hu people.
Officials are promoted to titles, and civilians are rewarded to show encouragement. The capital city is slaughtered for the sake of the world and China. I tell the world clearly that those who offend my Han people will die, those who kill my Han people will die, and those who kill wild dogs will die.
For the justice of the Han people in the world!
The monument is carved from left to right, and there are many traditional Chinese characters on it. I don't fully understand it, but I know the general meaning. At the same time, I also admire this great hero of our Han people.
The museum has several exhibition halls, some displaying the disappeared Manchu characters, and some displaying the customs of the Manchus, but I am not interested in any of these. I am very chatty. There really is nothing eye-catching about those despicable people. , even their characters are just a mixture of Mongolian characters, which are not attractive at all compared with our Han characters. The clothes worn by the Manchus are also very ugly, and the women's clothes are more beautiful, but not Do you understand why these women wear those high shoes? Are they all shorter?
The "Atrocities Museum" displays evidence of the massacre of the Han people after the Manchus entered the original world. The people's notes at that time clearly recorded their atrocities. There are several black statues that form a picture of the Manchus' crimes of massacring the Han people: A thin old grandfather was holding a two or three-year-old child, and a woman was lying next to him. She had fallen asleep quietly, and next to the woman, a male corpse with a head was lying. The commentator told For us, the male corpse is the woman's husband, the child's father, and the old man's son. In front of them, there are two Manchurians on horseback holding swords and laughing wildly.
At that moment, I felt very uncomfortable, especially when I was holding the little child, my heart ached, as if the child was telling me with his guilty eyes the atrocities the Manchus had done to us Han people.
The Manchus deserve to be killed!
My classmates and I walked quietly, accompanied by the sad melody, with tears in our eyes. The instructor's constant descriptions made me grit my teeth and empathize. When I walked out of the atrocity hall, I felt relieved and felt as if I had a deep depression in my heart. The air was blocked and I couldn't release it. When I raised my head again, I was shocked. It turned out that there was no building behind the museum, but a large pit filled with various human bones, with four inscriptions carved on the side. There are big bright red characters "He deserves it".
"Classmates, these are the corpses of those despicable Manchus. It is here that the great national hero Zhao Qiang and the Guan Ning Army led by him buried 230,000 Manchu demons. It is here! Shichahai! It is at our feet. , witnessed the moment when we Han people rose again more than two hundred years ago! From that moment on, the land of China regained its vitality, and the descendants of Yan and Huang stood up their chests again. We bravely fought back against all the foreigners who oppressed us. We bravely proved to the world that Anyone who offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is!"
"Anyone who offends a strong man will be punished!"
The students were excited, the teachers were excited, and the tourists were also excited. Everyone raised their fists and shouted in unison. I also blushed and screamed desperately, spitting into the pit from time to time, feeling very sad in my heart. I cursed these Manchus, but I was not frightened at all by their corpses. Instead, I felt excited and proud! I even thought about how great it would be if I were the national hero Zhao Qiang, so that I could personally kill these Manchus who massacred our Han people. Kill all the inferiors and use our swords to prove that we Han people cannot be oppressed!
With hatred and pride, my classmates and I walked out of the museum. We were still talking to each other on the way, using our imaginations to describe the scene of killing all the Manchurians. When the teacher asked us to go back and each write an essay about our visit, I wrote so much in one breath. I thought that I didn't write enough because I couldn't describe what I was thinking.