Little cemetery

Albert 2022-01-20 08:01:31

I want to build a tomb for my beloved puppy and put up a small cross to pay tribute to the lives that died in the war.
The six-year-old Pollet still didn't understand the meaning of death. She only knew that the puppy in her arms would not move, bark, or warm up. Mom and Dad, in order to protect their daughter, were shot and died on the bridge.
Paulette hugged her puppy and walked around. Fortunately meeting Michelle by the river, the farm boy comforted Pollet like a big brother: "We will bury the puppy and find a dead chick as a companion, so that we will not be alone."
There must be a cross. Although they don't really understand the meaning. At night, the fighter planes hovered in the air, with the rumble of cannons and the flash of fire. Pushing a wheelbarrow full of crosses, the two children moved forward quickly, overcoming their fears. Michelle even tried to steal the gold cross on the church altar to make the animal cemetery they built more beautiful.
The cemetery was finally built, with shining golden lights and scattered crosses of all sizes. Although there is no order, it should be the most peaceful and charming cemetery in the world. Michelle wanted Paulette to see and make her happy. This simple love is so precious, but it is destined to be destroyed. No matter how Michelle fought, his father gave Paulette to the government officials, who wanted to send Paulette to the orphanage.
At the train station, the nun left Pollet behind and left alone, so she wouldn't care about the little girl's life or death.
"Michelle, Michelle..." Pushing away from the crowd, Paulette cried bitterly, yelled, and hit the audience's heart with a loud voice, but who would hear her calling and give her a warm hug Woolen cloth?
How many childhoods have been captured by war!
Michelle angrily destroyed the cemetery and all the crosses were thrown into the river. If there is a God, why don't you show up to help these children who lost their loved ones in the war?
Innocent and pure lives are always buried in vain.
Still can't bear it, Michelle left the toy necklace Polet gave him and tied it to the wooden beam. The owl next to it squatted in the nest, half-opened eyes, watching carelessly, it will not be sad, for the thousands of innocent lives injured in the war.
If all this were a game, how great it would be!

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