At the beginning of the article, the bold and unique metaphor of "a sudden rain is like the devil's arrow" reveals the bloody and horrible atmosphere of the May 30th tragedy. My heart is full of "full of anger", "walking" and "walking". The bloody environment and angry emotions laid the foundation for the later narration, description and lyricism.
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Stepping down from the car, the sudden rain, like the devil's arrow, immediately wet my gown. Full of anger, as if wearing a tight hoop on his head. I walked, I walked crazily.
There are few passers-by and there seems to be no one in the shop. Where is it? Where is it? Afraid of hearing gunshots like yesterday, afraid of eating rapid-fire bullets like yesterday, so are you curled up at home like a mouse and hiding under the counter? What's the use! You squat down, you hide, gunshots will reach your ears, and bullets will shoot at you: What do you think is the use?
A car with huge eyes like an animal sped by, and mud splashed on my clothes and neck. I am full of anger.
I rushed to the front of the "old door capture room" in one breath, and I wanted to pay homage to the blood of our partner. I want to lick all the blood with my tongue and swallow it into my stomach. But, no, not at all! The enemy's faucet was washed away, the rotten people stepped on it, and the devil's arrow washed it away!
I think it's okay. Blood used to drop blood in this place, but it must have infiltrated into this soil. That will do. This soil is the soil of blood, and blood is the blood of our partner. Isn't this a serious lesson? Irrigate and moisten with blood, and you will see bleeding flowers here and bleeding fruits here.
I stared at the dirt, staring intently, and saw nothing, as if my whole body had melted into it.
When I raised my eyes, there stood two policemen: a pistol pinned to my waist, meat hanging on my red face, a deep cheek line carved around my mouth, and a green light shining under my yellow eyelashes, as if grinning grimly there.
Pistol, is that you? Seems to be grinning there. Is that you?
"Yes, yes, that's me, that's all!" -I seem to see countless pistols nodding, as if I heard countless mouths grinning there.
I licked my lips and swallowed everything I saw and heard, like a rough stone and a red-hot iron. I am full of anger.
The rain became more and more urgent, and the wind caught my body. I was soaked to the skin and my umbrella was completely useless. I turned around and walked towards the road where I had just come. Someone is on the way. Three or four, six or seven. Obviously, there are teams wearing blue cloth coats, as well as women with short hair and foreign clothes wearing various shirts. Some of them have umbrellas, but most of them just let the rain splash.
Their faces surprised me. I have never seen such a serious face, like the towering Kunlun Mountain; I have never seen such a gloomy face, like lightning. The comeliness of youth has retired, replaced by the vigor of the brave men in the north. Their eyes will burst into flames that can burn everything, biting the enemy's teeth and hiding them in their closed lips. ...
Pei County's poem says: "Laughter will no longer be on our lips!" It is just right to sing so many faces. They will never laugh again, never again! They have serious and gloomy faces, and they will always have serious and gloomy faces.
The team of green cloth has been thrown into various shops, and I followed a team into one. I remember it was Bupizhuang. When I heard them talking, I almost took out my whole heart, full of blood and spoke sincerely and enthusiastically. They talked about the fate of the nation, the strength of the masses, and the necessity of the war of resistance. They are not afraid to solemnly remind "we are a group"! I am moved, I am sad, and I am sour.
The owner's face is also more serious; They have nothing to say and secretly nod.
I stepped out of Bupizhuang. "China people won't be totally new! If Qi Xin is afraid, what are you afraid of! " Hearing this sharp remark, I turned around.
It was a man of about thirty years old, with a coarse coat showing his chest, and his dark skin color marked him selling his labor in the open air. His eyes shone with heroic light.
I think it's not bad. You shout such simple words, shirtless friend, how great you are! You are strong! You have the priority of liberation! -I nodded to him devoutly.
However, in a trance, a shadow of a blue robe and moustache appeared in front of my eyes, and a cynical smile seemed to be a gentle "front" in my nose. Then I passed a man with a good face and beautiful clothes, and whispered there, vaguely "pathetic and useless"! The illusion of the sleeve shook the ground, revealing a lean middle-aged man, with eyes like a mouse and trembling lips of a rabbit in his throat. What he wants to vomit but dares not to vomit is "afraid ..."
I feel great humiliation. When I see all kinds of ghosts, I curse you: you are a thorn in the way! You are a burden to the partner! You are extinct! You're dead! Never leave a mark on this land!
There was blood dripping on the road, a serious and gloomy face, and a bare-chested friend. It means "Let's be a group". If we can save, we will be saved.
I am full of anger. And topless friends. In that case, are you on your way? I walked forward.
The rain is still falling, like a devil's arrow all over the street.
Written on1May 3, 9251day.
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This article was written the day after the May 30th tragedy. Through what I saw and heard in Laomen, I accused imperialism of killing the people of China and praised the patriotic people's will to struggle. The full text uses metaphor, symbol, description and other techniques. It has strong artistic appeal.
The May 30th Massacre (also known as the May 30th Massacre, or the May 30th Massacre) was named after it happened on May 30th 1925, which was the fuse of the May 30th anti-imperialist patriotic movement. On May 30th, more than 2,000 Shanghai students distributed leaflets and delivered speeches in the concession, protesting against the suppression of workers' strike by Japanese yarn factory capitalists, killing worker Gu Zhenghong, supporting workers and calling for the withdrawal of the concession. 100 people were arrested by the British police.
In the afternoon, more than 10,000 people gathered at the entrance of the patrol room of Nanjing Road Old Gate in the British Concession, demanding the release of the arrested students and shouting slogans such as "Down with imperialism". British police shot and killed 13 people on the spot, seriously injured dozens of people and arrested 150 people, which caused the May 30 tragedy that shocked China and foreign countries.
Baidu Encyclopedia-May 3 1 day, it rained heavily.