战争中的孩子

在一个阳光明媚的下午，妈妈抱着三岁的小明，和爸爸走在上海火车南站的站台上，准备接小明的姥姥。天很蓝，能看见天上飞过的小鸟，偶尔还能听到zidan声。

On a sunny afternoon, my mother was holding the three-year-old Xiaoming and my father on the platform of Shanghai South Railway Station, ready to pick up Xiaoming's grandma. The sky is very blue. You can see the birds flying in the sky and occasionally hear Zidan.

姥姥乘坐的火车终于到站了，爸爸妈妈让小明坐在长椅上，他们去接小明的姥姥。突然，一声巨响如春雷般震耳，原来是日本侵略者在向下投zhadan。小明还没明白怎么回事，长椅已经被气浪掀翻，小明摔倒在地上，急忙往前走找爸爸妈妈。可是，小明眼前的景象完全变了样：原本繁华的火车站变成了一堆废墟，茫茫人海不见了踪影，有的被zhadan炸死了；有的受了伤；还有的匆匆离开火车站。地上血流成河。小明惊恐地看着眼前的一切，顿时坐在地上嚎啕大哭起来，空气中到处弥漫着硝烟，没人搭理小明，小明拼命喊：“爸爸——妈妈——”可爸爸妈妈再也不能答应他了……

Grandma's train finally arrived. Mom and dad asked Xiao Ming to sit on the bench. They went to pick up Xiao Ming's grandma. All of a sudden, there was a loud sound like spring thunder. It turned out that the Japanese invaders were throwing zhadan down. Xiaoming didn't understand what was going on. The bench had been overturned by the storm. Xiaoming fell to the ground and hurried forward to find his father and mother. However, the scene before Xiaoming's eyes has changed completely: the originally prosperous railway station has become a pile of ruins, the vast sea of people has disappeared, some have been killed by zhadan, some have been injured, and some have left the railway station in a hurry. There was a river of blood on the ground. Xiaoming looks at everything in front of him in horror. He sits on the ground and starts to cry. The air is filled with smoke. No one answers Xiaoming. Xiaoming desperately cries, "dad mom -" but mom and dad can't promise him any more

可恶的战争让多少人的家庭支离破碎；让多少人无家可归；让多少孩子像小明一样可怜。希望和平之神永驻人间，停止战争，让世界成为和平之神的家吧！

How many families have been torn apart by the hateful war; how many people have been left homeless; how many children have been left as pitiful as Xiao Ming. Hope that the God of peace will stay in the world forever, stop the war, and let the world become the home of the God of peace!