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清明节前夕,我出差去南京,顺便带了刚上小学一年级的女儿,去参观“侵华日军南京大屠杀遇难同胞纪念馆”。大门入口处,刻有中、英、日三种文字,写着:“遇难者:300000”。我要女儿数一下,她数不清,我告诉她:“30万!”她惊呼一声:“那么多呀!”我俩进入馆内,只见广场上零星散布着一颗颗骷髅,我告诉女儿:“这就是江东门,是1937年12月日本侵略军在南京大屠杀的遗址之一,这骷髅便是当年遇难同胞的遗骸。”小道沿途立着13块石碑,我
On the eve of the Ching Ming Festival, I went on a business trip to Nanjing. By the way, I took my daughter who was just first year of elementary school and went to visit the memorial hall of the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese invaders. The entrance to the gate, engraved with Chinese, English, Japanese three languages, reads: “The victims: 300000.” I want to count the number of daughters, she countless, I told her: “300,000!” She exclaimed: “So much!” We both entered the hall, I saw a square scattered splinters, I told my daughter: “This is Jiangdong Gate, one of the sites where the Japanese Invasion Army was massacred in Nanjing in December 1937. This skeleton is the remains of compatriots who died in that year.” There are 13 stelae along the trail, and I