We want peace.
I read the newspaper yesterday, and I couldn't help but feel happy that four migrant workers held hostage by Iraqi militants were released. There is no doubt that they are lucky, or China is lucky, not involved in this big right and wrong, nothing, nothing.
When the harsh fire flashed across the quiet night sky in Babylon, when the dove of peace grounded and fell in the lonely wind, when the United States and Britain marched in under the cover of aircraft and missiles, when Saddam Hussein drilled a hole symbolizing humiliation, and when the Iraqi people took revenge crazily, I understood that mankind still could not get rid of the chaos brought about by war.
When the Gulf War started, hundreds of thousands of soldiers fought bloody battles on the battlefield, and millions of refugees left their homes. Missiles hiss, warships cruise, and soaring flames ignite oil, reflecting red sand. Disaster! A deep disaster! So it was brought about by the war. ...
I still remember a scene when the United States and Britain invaded Iraq last year: an American soldier who had never killed anyone bowed his head. After the attack order was given, his forefinger holding the trigger trembled slightly. With a bang, the ancient Iraqi city wall left indelible bullet marks, and the shiny aluminum shell fell to the ground with a crash. In this way, the war began again. No one noticed the soldier, no one noticed the hope in the soldier's eyes.
In fact, I hope that in our own hands, peace is entirely our own creation.
In April, the world is beautiful, and there is smoke in the world.
Sincere hope: children's happy childhood will no longer be scared away by the roar of planes, the beautiful love of young people will no longer be destroyed by missiles, and the sunset of the elderly will no longer be crushed by the tracks of tanks.
A few days ago, I dropped a drift bottle, which contained my hope, yours and the hope of the world. I hope it floats across the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the five oceans and seven continents, and floats into the hearts of people all over the world.
I hope that one day, people all over the world will get together and open the drift bottle. The paper in the drift bottle reads:
"We want peace!"