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一血红的刀刃刺破土地黝黑的表皮,指向无垠的天空,也指向我寻觅的目光。土地一阵灼痛、战栗。一把锈损的日本军刀,被我从一块巨石背后的泥土里抠出来,像捉住了谁也无法描述的那场久远的大屠杀,捉住了日本士兵的残暴……这南京大屠杀留下的见证,让我洞穿逝去的岁月,看见惨烈的厮杀,看见残肢断体和殷红的血,硝烟弥漫六朝古都的山丘和树林……日本军刀躺在我的掌中,时间已把它曾经锋利的刃腐蚀成参差的锯齿,静静地回嚼着逝去的历史,像一个垂暮老人在夕阳下忏悔往事。
A bloody blade punctures the dark skin of the earth, pointing to the boundless sky, which also points to the look I seek. The land burst burning, trembling. A rusty Japanese saber was pulled by me from the earth behind a huge rock, catching the distant massacre that no one could describe and catching the brutality of Japanese soldiers ... This Nanjing Massacre Under the witness, let me through the years gone, saw the fierce fighting, see the limbs off body and bright red blood, smoke filled the hills and forests of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties ... ... Japanese Saber lying in my palm, time has it once Sharp edged corroded into staggered serrated, quietly chewing back the history of the past, like a dusk in the sunset remorse past.