Write a shocking thing

Yesterday, the weather was extremely sultry. Because our son didn't go to school, we went to play in the street. In our countryside, there are idle people on both sides of the road every day, enjoying the cool under the big tree in summer and warming the sun in winter. In the street, many people chatted together and heard a shocking thing. In a village thirty or forty kilometers away from us, a murder case happened not long ago. A child who has just turned seven years old (in our place, it is said that the child is less than six years old) was crucified alive on the coffin board. We were particularly shocked to hear this. How can this happen in today's society? It is inhuman to do such a cruel thing to a child!

Not long ago, children were playing with toy air guns in the street. An old man who is nearly 60 enjoys the cool under a big tree. He suffers from heart disease. When he heard the sound of an air gun, he suddenly had a heart attack and died immediately. The old man has five sons. When the old man died, they demanded financial compensation from their children's parents. The parents of the child immediately agreed to pay compensation, which was cashed at that time. But the child disappeared the next day. Parents thought they had made a mistake and dared not hide, but they also looked for children everywhere. In the evening, the families of the old people began the funeral. In our countryside, the ancient burial methods are still preserved. The funeral procession set off in a mighty manner. Just going out, the sunny weather suddenly became gloomy, and lightning and thunder roared with the wind. A calendar flashed, and then a thunder exploded over people's heads. At that time, the funeral car was heading for the telephone pole. After the thunder, the telephone pole suddenly became gloomy. There is a child crucified in the lid of the coffin. When people look forward, the child has stopped breathing, and his pale face shows extreme panic. I really can't imagine how scared that child is! What kind of torture, finally stopped breathing! People are scared! I'm angry! The villagers who helped with the funeral pointed their angry eyes and words at the five sons of the dead old man! Everyone in a village in our country knows each other, and good people quickly braved the rain to tell their parents. When the child's parents rushed to the scene to see the child, they immediately fainted! Maybe these five brothers are unfair to God! It may also be that the children's young ghosts can't let go of their parents and beg God to give their ghosts a fair statement! In a word, God helped this kid not to die unsatisfied, but also let the villagers see the cruelty and viciousness of the five brothers!

What is the human heart like? Why are there such cold-blooded people? A budding child, a child with a beautiful life, a child who has just begun to have his own beautiful vision! Flower season! The poor child left this beautiful world before the flower season, and was beaten to death and nailed to the board before he could have a closer look at this wonderful and legendary world. The human heart is so vicious! How cold people are! Now there are five brothers, four at large and one arrested. What if we catch them all? The child can't live any longer. People are full of sympathy for their children's parents, regret for their children and anger at the murderer!

I wrote this article with tears in my eyes, and now I can't write any more. Once again, my tears shed involuntarily, and I have become a mother. I can imagine the pain and suffering of my children's parents. The murderer has also become a father, but he is so cruel to a child. The child scared the old man with heart disease, and the child didn't mean it! And the killer deliberately murdered the child!

In my childhood, many thrilling things happened. Some climbed out of school because of bluffing, but I couldn't come back (almost fell into the gutter) and was finally pulled up by my friends. Performed "Lightness Skill" and accidentally fell into the mud pit; There is even a fall from a two-meter-high wall (fortunately, there is a pile of sand below). However, what impressed me the most was what happened on the swing that year.

I remember it was a summer afternoon, and I was playing on the swing with my friends. After three games, I won. I feel a little tired. I am thinking: What should I play now? Is it three steps to cross the Yangtze River (that is, only three steps to cross the crossbar bridge)? Or dry land skiing (that is, standing on the swing and swinging to the lower left corner and the upper right corner)?

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Got it! I plopped down on the swing and said, "Attention, everyone! Now I'm going to perform a wonderful program-'one-armed plane', please pay attention! "

When the swing was 80 degrees off the ground, I slowly let go of my right hand and my friends began to applaud. I was so proud that I put my left foot out and was about to perform the pose of "leisurely old man" Suddenly my left foot hooked the swing rope next to me, and I lost my balance and struggled desperately. But the more you struggle, the worse it gets. The swing began to swing from side to side. My heart seems to be hung by a string, so nervous that it almost stops beating. I shouted "help", and my friends were even more afraid. Some people shouted, and some people came to save me.

In my panic, my right hand suddenly bumped into an iron chain. I grabbed the chain willy-nilly, but it was just the rope of a swing next to me. Not only can I not grasp the balance of the swing, but I will also drag myself down. I had to let go of the rope. At this extremely urgent moment, an idea suddenly came to my mind: I firmly grasped the rope with my left hand, put myself down, threw it hard when I landed on my toes (to grasp the balance of the swing), and then I hugged the seat of the swing with my right hand. When my toes landed again, my feet stepped on the floor in turn (to slow down the swing through friction resistance), and the swing finally slowed down.

Then, I escaped. I looked at my embarrassment: my clothes were cut by the sharp part of the swing, my trouser legs were covered with loess, and a shoe fell off (it slept far away). My friends froze for a while, and then ran towards me happily.

Although it has been a long time, it still remains in my memory. It always tells me: Don't try to be brave.