Edit the first chapter of this paragraph. The imprisoned world.
A dam as big as a palm, a sky as big as a sieve; More than 200 unyielding people are imprisoned in this small circle of high walls, and a master lock divides the world into two sides. Air, sunshine and water ... become limited giving. People are regarded as livestock and have been kept in damp huts for years. With feet, there is no road ahead. By the air door, I sent away the passing dusk and waited for the golden dawn. The top of the mountain outside the wall is yellow and green. How many years have passed! I hope that every minute will pass. This wall, so high! Guns and bayonets form a dense net. Can you catch all the birds in the sky? Even after cutting its wings, when has the eagle ever forgotten to fly? Even the shadow of a sparrow passing by Niuliba's window can't help but cause a heartbeat. Life is embedded in a picture frame, and today is a copy of countless yesterdays. The premonition of disaster is like a dark cloud hanging over your head. Late at night, people are snoring, but nerve endings are sticking up their ears to watch; Woke up by nonsense, I still had a series of nightmares. Since when did prisons become warehouses for rebels? On a stormy night, passengers were forced to stay in this black shop. When the dim light is projected from the curtain door, it is reflected into a pattern of light and shadow; The story of the hero, the story of the struggle between man and beast ... is told in the face circle. Everyone, every story, is as beautiful as a myth, and it is a syllable in the movement of the great era. Freedom, suffering ... who is playing these two sets of vibrato strings with the fingertips of life? The cock crows early to see the sky! At the end of the song, it is almost dawn.
Edit the second chapter of this paragraph. The battle was won.
The prison door that was once opened for you can cross this iron threshold in just one step. The person in charge of the key said,-What do you want? Career or politics? I will give you a senior official, I will give you a company, a bank, a bookstore, a newspaper ...-otherwise, hum! The sneer covers the sharp knife in the discourse; Just like a yogi's resistance to Devil Ding's test, you refused the temptation of greed, just lifted your neck and drank the bitter juice in one breath! I don't even frown. I walked by the gold pile non-stop, and I didn't take a look in front of the red-crowned Hualing. Lover's eyes, mother's smiling face … How many young hearts are torn to pieces by emotional hands; You, the glorious winner, have experienced such a fierce battle of nodding and shaking your head! With what? After several struggles in a flash, you finally defeated your old enemy. Just like soldiers on the battlefield: holding the shield of faith in one hand and waving the sword of will in the other. Since then, the prison door has been deadlocked, and the light of the copper key has never shaken in front of your eyes. In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we must, we must have been in this prison! More than 200 hearts are beating with a melody, and more than 200 people are only looking forward to that day-waiting for their brothers to break down the prison door with gun butts!
Edit the third chapter of this paragraph. The will is flashing.
Speaking human language and wearing human clothes are exactly the same as human beings, except for the lungs of snakes and wolves. Let naive biologists wonder-there will be such animals in the world! There are more than 200 people here, everyone is a living certificate, and everyone has its paw prints forever. Hot iron is branded on the chest, bamboo sticks are nailed into every fingertip, cold water fills the nostrils, and electricity flows through the whole body ... People's will is tempered in the poisonous fire of hell-as bright as gold! As hard as gold! It can scorch the flesh and break the bones and muscles; Iron bars and thick wooden bars can't pry open the clenched lips-that's the safety line for thousands of soldiers in Qian Qian! Cut the chest and abdomen with a bayonet, and all you can dig out is a hot red heart! Tiger Bench, Ducks Floating ... Water hyacinth, Plane Laying Eggs ... What are the unique and rich words, which are tools to deal with rebels and enjoyable games in their dictionaries; However, in the history of human struggle, it is written in bright red handwriting: a furnace for smelting steel and a grinder for cutting jade. You, the one with the broken leg, you, the one with the broken arm ... Let yourself be disabled for the sake of perfect flowers and rich fruits. This is the harvest season. In front of your friends, lovers and comrades ... every scar has its glory and meaning.
Edit the fourth chapter of this paragraph. Welcome comrades-in-arms
Welcome to visit! Dear comrades in arms, comrades. Where are you from? Which village, which city, set off a wave of liberation! Only muddy boiling water, only cigarette butts, friendly fingers have already brushed away doubts about the magic point. Only when the soul has been boiled and the body has been tortured can it be as comfortable as a hot spring ... On a cold night, sharing a thin blanket makes the whole body warm. Swallows will bring spring letters; The people heard the news of victory in the struggle from the line of fire:-the eastern hillside,-Xishanping, the people have turned over! In the yard, every pair of eyes is glowing, every cheek is glowing, and there is a fire burning deep inside ... a cold pot, several beds are broken, and the family is ruined without a sigh. How many forest nests will be overturned on stormy nights? How many ships will sink into the sea? Between brothers in trouble, you see the faces of your family and feel as warm as your family. Just like the low tide, the fish left on the shore, the same suffering, the same career aspirations, let everyone live in each other's bubbles. Now I have heard the tide, and the unstoppable waves are inevitable, getting closer and closer. ...
Edit chapter 5 of this paragraph, waiting behind bars.
Like an eagle in a cage combing its wings and preparing for the day of flying; Long imprisonment will paralyze the will of the rebels. In prison, the weapon of struggle is sharpened all the time-chalk made of yellow mud and handouts written on the ground. You are a student, you are a teacher, and Karl, Engels, ilych and Joseph are like sitting next to each other and telling each other intimately; Mao Zedong's words are remembered in my mind again, and reviewed carefully in my heart again. How does cold Russia produce fragrant flowers? How did ancient China light the torch of liberation? The story of fighting with the enemy, the story of fighting with oneself, reappears in scenes, like countless sparks shining in such a dark night sky. Turn the gear, wave the hoe, shake the pen and spit out the tongue; Before the newly built garden is completed, you, to your brothers, show your hidden soul and body naked, and see where there are hidden traces and stains, and enter the holy and fragrant countryside. Who? I'm ashamed of being covered in oil! Don't say that you can't be liberated when you are old; Big brother in his fifties is learning to read and write every day. Children who urinate in their dreams will also tell the truth of the revolution and describe the beauty of the new society in naive spoken language. …………