After reading "The Diary of Rabe", I couldn't calm down for a long time. In an environment where ethnic hatred is intertwined, war is raging, and people are displaced, there is still an image of a giant standing in the East. And the love between Rabe and his wife is like a rose that blooms recklessly on the battlefield, bright and colorful.
Rabe, a member of the German Nazi Party, made a decision that affected his life the night before he was about to return to China, and decided to stay in China. For the sake of the Chinese people and this piece of land that he was reluctant to give up, he gave up the opportunity to return to China to enjoy the glory and wealth. He has been with his wife for 27 years, his wife's cream cake, his wife's smile and even every quarrel with his wife have become indelible memories of the two. The artillery roared and the house collapsed. The first person he thought of was his wife, and the first thing he did was to find his wife and take her hand to escape. There was a loud explosion of shells behind them, and huge craters in front of them, but they always walked hand in hand. They looked at each other, showing love and caress for each other. Love, when war comes, is humble but by no means pale.
The 19-year-old midsummer, the two lovers made a commitment to love, never leaving, and fell in love with each other. When they were young, they experienced years, splendor, and all kinds of ups and downs. Under the chaotic war, they still guarded their previous oaths and embraced each other affectionately. Rabe held his wife's hand and drove her to the ferry back home through the noisy and crowded crowd. After taking his wife to the hatch, he stopped, because he knew that parting was imminent, and all the preambles were condensed in his heart, and the words were stuck in his throat. Separation, farewell, worry, reluctance... After spending time together with his wife, they had to separate. Looking at the distant ferry, he turned around, but his miss for his wife became stronger. With a loud bang, the ferry that his wife was riding was unfortunately hit, and when he was over fifty years old, he couldn't help but lose his temper in front of others. He called out his wife's name, and only he could feel the pain in his heart.
He stood empty in the room where his wife once lived, and couldn't help weeping, the tears contained deep love for his wife. Just ask what is love, there is such a power to make people come to this point? Love is the laughter and laughter that we have experienced together for 27 years, the ability to support each other even after experiencing sorrow and sorrow, the love that still remembers each other in the face of gunfire, and the heartache after a lover leaves. This kind of love is more lasting and enduring because what comes here is more precious. This kind of love eventually turned into family affection, integrated into life, and could not be separated. Until many years passed, when Rabe woke up dragging his weak body, he still saw his wife's sweet smile. The hard work and the pressure of the situation did not make him less miss his wife, and he always reminded his wife that he was by his side.
Rabe is worthy of the Chinese people but worthy of his wife. When he finally met his wife, the two truly fulfilled the promise they once made, and they loved each other and never left. Love and family have no boundaries when they experience the baptism of time, and vows will eventually become a reality after being polished by time.
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