Above the Scorched Earth, Doves Bear the Sound of Spring

Look at this big white dove—its wings are like a huge "safety blanket". But take a closer look, what lies outside the blanket? Crumbling houses with gaping cracks, tottering broken walls. Even the wind blowing through carries a cold, bitter tang, as if wrapping all sorrow in a dull, gray hue. A man huddles in the corner, head bowed, as if he doesn’t even have the strength to smile. This is what war looks like: a bucket of cold water dousing all the liveliness and light in an instant. Yet hidden within the dove’s wings is another world! Behold the colorful high-rises—blue as a freshly washed