I am a happy little pigeon, living in a peaceful and beautiful China, living by the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation. I often hear people talk about the Euphrates River in that far away place. There is a very wealthy country called Iraq, and their people are warm and kind. I am a curious person who likes to make friends. In March, I said goodbye to my relatives and flew to the distant Euphrates River to make new friends there.
With full expectations and overcoming the hardships along the way, I finally arrived at the Euphrates, which I had long dreamed of. But the beauty and richness that people call it are nowhere to be seen. There is a terrible war going on here. You can see ruins, broken walls, fireworks, and cries and shouts everywhere. Next to a bombed-out house, a little boy was seen sitting on the ground, covering his eyes with his dirty hands, crying sadly: "Mom, Dad, come back quickly! Don't leave me." ”I stopped gently at his feet. The little boy raised his head and said to me with tears in his eyes: "I'm afraid, I want my mother, I want my mother..." But where is his mother? No one among the people who were busy rescuing people told him.
At this moment, a loud "rumbling" sound knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. People are constantly shuttled in and out to transport patients. Eyes full of blood, ears full of moans. On a small bed by the window, a little girl with a head injury lay quietly, with a sad face and eyes tightly closed. Her mother, a kind mother, was sobbing and praying silently.
I left the hospital in pain and came to the childrens paradise. The slides, swings, etc. have long been blown up, and the laughter and excitement of the past are gone. There was a group of people gathered in a corner of the park, their expressions were so painful and miserable. I approached quietly. It turns out that they are sending away a poor boy here. The little life that was still alive and kicking ten minutes ago is now lying in a cold wooden coffin. He can no longer hear his mothers cries. I found a small flower that had not been blown to pieces in a corner of the park and quietly placed it next to him. I didn’t understand why the beautiful country became a ruin. Why did the children’s paradise become a cemetery where they were buried? Ah! It’s all because of this evil war. , are all such hateful cannonballs. I jumped into the sky and flew into the gunfire...
Simple drawing of a dove of peace
