The Great Wall – is not great at all
Ka Ki Leung, Group 1: Non-Fiction, A.D. & F.D. Of Pok Oi Hospital Mrs Cheng Yam On School
long long time ago, in a shiny summer, I saw many people were walking and fighting on my strong
body. People were putting the big stones on me. Some people were weak and poor. They wore ugly
clothes and they even didn’t wore any shoes. Sometimes, they were hit badly by the soldiers because
they were slow. They sweated al lot and also suffered a lot. All these were because of me.
I was very proud of myself since many people were working harder and busier because of me.
All day and all night, I was thinking about how beautiful I would be and how important I would be in the future.
I also thought of the beautiful future of China. I dreamed a lot about the wonderful days that I was going to have.
I couldn’t wait to flaunt my extremely long body and my contribution to all over the world.
Then, wars started to happen. Oh! I saw many soldiers fighting with their enemies. How brave they were!
I also realized how useful I was. I was over the moon and I saw how China won and lost in every war. I was
very very proud of myself since I thought I was useful and I could protect my country well.
However, hundreds and thousands of years have passed. I think back my childhood and all my memories
were only the dead soldiers and the dead people and also many horrible and terrible wars. I heard many people
screaming silently and also learned how they suffered from all wars. People were dying from hunger. Children
were crying because they didn’t have parents anymore. Hundreds and thousands of soldiers died because of
fighting in the wars. I also saw how a dynasty ended and how a new dynasty was developed from different wars.
And then, I started to be grief-stricken because of all the poor people. I started to hate myself. The Great
Wall is not great at all! I was very regretted and I cried.
Now, I think I am wicked. The only things that stay with me are the cold winds, the red blood and the wild
weeds. I started to think of the significance of mine. To protect the country? To let more and more people died?
Or was I just a big silly antique? Oh! I don’t know …
I really don’t understand. I feel angry and regretful. Oh! I am lost. The Great Wall is not great at all! I
started to cry.
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