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70年前的7月,一场事关中华民族生死存亡的反侵略战争在中华大地打响。如今,当我徜徉在上海繁华的街巷,行进在那些热火朝天的工地,仍能感受到战争的隐痛和阴影。那是7月的一个下午,一个名叫汪洋的小学生在回家的路上,发现了堆在附近建筑工地弃物场中的一枚锈迹斑斑的大家伙。好奇心使他把这几十公斤的大家伙挪到路边,人们开始围观起来。有人去触摸、去敲打、去踩踏,希望它不再沉默、不再阴郁神秘;也有人拿来锯子,要开膛破肚解开这个沉默之谜;更有人隐约地感到不安与惊恐,他们不约而同地拨打一个电话号码——110。
70 years ago in July, an anti-aggression war concerning the survival and death of the Chinese nation started in China. Nowadays, as I wander through the bustling streets and lanes of Shanghai, I can still feel the anguish and shadow of the war when I am walking in those busy sites. It was one afternoon in July when a schoolboy named Wang Yang found himself on the way home and found a rusty big man piled up in the dumping grounds of a nearby construction site. Curiosity led him to move the dozens of kilos of big guys to the curb, and people started to watch. Someone to touch, to beat, to stampede, I hope it is no longer silent, no longer gloomy mystery; Some people used to saw, to break open the belly to solve the mystery of this silence; Some people vaguely feel uneasy and frightened, They invariably Dial a phone number - 110.