Early in the morning, our prisoners from various barns were handcuffed and put on the bus. It is said that it takes a long time to travel from the detention center to the prison.

Through the window, I was greedily admiring the scenery outside, watching the bustling crowd. I envied them even more, they were able to walk freely, and I knew that after entering the prison, I would not be able to see such a beautiful scenery and such a crowd.

Colorful summerSummer is hot and humid, but it is colorful, and as long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it very charming.

Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a poem: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons; The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. "You see, the pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake in light veils.

Delicate and shy, full of dripping, wafting with the wind with a burst of fragrance, refreshing people's spleen. Some buds are blooming; Some are ready to bloom, and the flower bones stretch out high like torches; Some compete to open, revealing delicate small lotus flowers.

Summer is green. If you look out of the prison and prison, you'll find that the walls are covered in green: big trees and small trees are green, and the grass is green.

The banyan tree is tall and straight, and when you look up, the bright green leaves of the tree shine in the sun, showing infinite vitality.

The plane trees are as tall and green as the banyan trees, and their palm-like green leaves stretch out in all directions, leaving patches of shade on the campus.

If the banyan tree is the mighty guardian of the campus, then the plane tree is the big green umbrella. There are many other trees that have lost their yellowing from the winter, revealing the verdant green of a tree.

Summer is white. Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, once wrote in "Red Cliff Nostalgia": "The rocks pierce the air, the waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. "The waves in the sea are like a large cotton field that has just cracked peaches, and the white flowers are endless.

Some naughty children, regardless of thirty-seven or twenty-one, threw off their shoes, snatched the lifebuoy from their mother's hand, and threw themselves into the arms of the sea with cheers in their bare feet.

It is yellow in the summer. The rice fields are golden, and from a distance they look like a golden carpet. The rice grains were so full that the stems were bent down, and suddenly a breeze blew, and the ears of rice seemed to nod their heads to people.

Needless to say, this year's early rice is sure to be another bumper harvest year. Summer is blue. After a thunderstorm, the rain is flowing quietly.

I looked up, the blue sky was like a wash, the sky was so blue that it made people intoxicated, and the blue reminded me of the hard training scene when I first entered the company to participate in military training.

I think I've become a little painter with a palette in my hand, and I'm painting the summer scene: red is hope; What is white is pure; The blue one is broad; Yellow is brilliant; Green is healthy...... It's time to drive for nearly 3 hours.

Later, I learned that the sentences I had transferred to this time were relatively short, mostly about one and a half years, so I didn't go directly to the prison, but went to another detention center in a more remote area.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon. We first squatted on the playground in the detention center. A few rays of the sun shone there, but they were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and there was not a single ripple on the broken mud wall, where it was like a coffin sitting in this remote corner, low and full of oppression.

Soon I was assigned to a warehouse with another person. As soon as I entered the warehouse, I saw that there were about 10 people, working.

I squatted there with him. Because for us, it's a new beginning, and I have to adapt to life here, people here, everything here.

When we can't change the status quo, we can only learn to adapt to the status quo, otherwise we will be eliminated. I crouched and moved my legs as fast as I could, walked over to them, and whispered

"Is there anything we need to do?"

"This bird feather is still very sensible." Although I just asked like this, even though they didn't arrange for us to do anything that afternoon, that's what I asked.

At least it's still recognized by them. The people who came with me may not be so sleek, or to put it nicely, they don't react so quickly.

With a great sense of satisfaction and superiority, I also found a slight comfort in my heart. The next day we were taught how to work.

Mainly made of plastic flowers. And tasks are also assigned. We are newbies, there are no tasks for the first three days, the main work is cleaning, washing dishes, etc.

When you have time, you can learn to work. On the fourth day we were halfway through the task, and on the seventh day we began to be like them.

Whoever finishes it first will take a break to watch TV. If you don't have someone else to help you, if you want someone else to help you, you have to give.

I remember that on the fourth day, when we started working, our hands and feet were really slow, because I was not fast. The one who came with me was slower.

So they focused on the worst, because I was good compared to him, and it was a disservice to him.

They were all done at four o'clock in the afternoon, and mine would be finished in half an hour, and he was slow, at least two hours.

Cangtou may really not be able to stand it, so he said

"Devilfoot Seven, you go teach him." Ghost Foot Seven, who later learned that the man, had one foot amputated from under his knee due to illness.

It is a prosthetic leg. I saw him walk over and yell at him in a loud voice. One is to educate him, and the other is to show me.

When I finished it, I immediately helped him do it, and that's how he did it quickly. In this detention center, the sentences are shorter, and they all stay there to work and serve their sentences.

Life is better than the actual detention center. You can also buy things, you can also add vegetables, and discipline is often released.

The so-called release of wind: According to the regulations, prisoners serving their sentences can go outside the warehouse once or twice a day, for about 5 to 10 minutes each time.

In addition to letting off steam, another important point is to discipline and talk to prisoners. The so-called heart-to-heart talk: discipline to understand your living habits in the warehouse, whether there is bullying (often beaten, but you can't say, you can only say that you fell and injured).

In fact, for the prisoner, the heart-to-heart conversation does not solve the practical problem, on the contrary, when the heart-to-heart talk, the main thing that everyone values is that when the general discipline talks to you again, the discipline sits on the chair and you sit on the ground.

Then he'll pull out a cigarette for you. A person smokes a cigarette, what a luxurious life. When the smoke is inhaled from the mouth into the stomach, it is filtered by the lungs and then exhaled from the mouth and nose.

That feeling, a fairy-like feeling.