Many people went to Dingxiang Road today
Pudong New Area in Greater Shanghai is particularly safe
Police officers in large groups
Left chest sign: Auxiliary police
Right chest sign: professional
I can’t figure out why the professional ones are auxiliary police?
Is the official police not professional?
Lawyer Keke went to work today
He was warned not to give interviews to Crooked Coal
Was the official media there?
Attorney Koko you need to contact
Many friends went to work today too
Koko booked tickets in advance
She wants to be with the female warriors
Just like in the wide streets and narrow alleys of Wuhan
Walk a ride to send a ride
The judges and bailiffs who appeared in court today
Breakfast is destined to be good and grand
Accompanying a female suspect to work
Maybe he/they feel that they are not accompanying a person
but a crazy person and a patient
But the madman and the patient should be in the hospital, not in the courtroom.
The only people on the bench are the accused or the innocent.
Of course, there is never a shortage of heroes here
Lin Zhao Zhang Chunyuan meets Luo Ke
Wang Lihong Tan Zuoren ……
Bright as a star
You accompany the stars to work ah
A good fortune a thousand years of fame
Just like there is Jesus there is also Pilate
There is Zheng Nanrong and there is also fire
There’s Lin Zhao and there’s five cents for bullets
There are young men in white and there are tanks
Today, we have a whole day
To examine this girl who has been on hunger strike for five months
To examine her compassion and love
Her hard work, exhaustion, loneliness and determination.
To examine her faith and her service
Her self-sacrifice and willingness to volunteer
To examine her question to the hawkers and the homeless
How are you doing? What are your difficulties in returning to work?
If someone else had said the same thing
You would have worshipped
This is the logic of the strange gods
What a hard day it is!
Anyway, we will leave work and go home.
Tea or wine dusk warm
Shanghai is beautiful, and Tilanqiao is said to be turning into a museum.
Milk or nutrient solution?
Vegetable soup or rice milk?
God knows what was crushed
Filled into the female suspect’s nasal feeding tube
The function of the throat and tongue was thus marked.
Better to be free than to die
In the future there will be a holiday
It will be set on December 28th of every year
And there will be a poem
More fragrant than “Rainy Lane”
It will commemorate the woman who was tried today on Lilac Road
A person who works
In memory of her martyrdom for the sustenance of all minds
Monday, December 28, 2020
2020, A Christmas Memoir
I had a strange dream
Turned into a puppet in the dream
And there was the emperor screaming children
Turned into tables and chairs
The paintings on the walls and the glass on the paintings
Thorny and throbbing
Restless as a tipped carriage
All Saints are ghosts
Zombies spring up after the rain
Three thousand years of incessant rain
The first emperor is the endlessness of the past and the present
Kneeling down the hungry and cold slaves
pull nor get up nor help on the wall
A good rouge in the prosperous world
Tear a piece of mother’s heart
Chop it up and make dumplings
Brain death and you’re done for once and for all
To leave a sharp pain to the son
The spirit of pain runs through the generations
Daughter’s hunger strike, menstruation and life
Tears are too few people not enough to evaporate
Actor liar gunman ten thousand arrows through the heart
Live or die?
Grant me a miracle
Take away the child sinless prisoner
Leaving us like this
Half buried in the earth
What a puke talking about dirt – feet still outside the hearth
Refugees of the cursed mind
Continuing the dream of impermanence
A Game with the Brain Dead
December 26, 2020
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