Looking at the tall and tall Aunt Zhao, she was busy washing the wet clothes we had changed into, shaking them vigorously a few times, and hanging them on the rope to dry.
I don’t know why, when Aunt Zhao said this, my mind suddenly flashed into a country that wanted to plunder and always wanted to land on land, so it launched a war: "Are those businessmen... from the eight states?"
Aunt Zhao turned back in surprise: "Little girl, do you know them?"
"I know, I know..." I nodded and recalled the content in the history textbook. My hair stood on end, my face turned pale, and I felt sick to my stomach: That nation once caused two bloody massacres in China, and Lushunkou
Massacre, Nanjing Massacre...
Aunt Zhao leaned her head over in an awkward manner and winked: "Are they destroyed?" [
I was stunned for a moment and shook my head.
When Aunt Zhao heard this, she cursed while hanging clothes: "That kind of country should have perished long ago!"
…
I sat on the steps in front of the door, leaning my head gently on the door and looking up at the sky.
The blue sky is like a mirror washed with spring water. It is so transparent and intoxicating that the feather-thin clouds are fluttering. Looking from a distance, they look like overlapping layers of white, clear-cut snow and green grass.
Over the grassy lawn, Sima Yang’s and I’s clothes were dancing in the wind like butterflies...