There are so many sorrows in the world, nothing more than separation in death and separation in life.
No matter in which dynasty or territory, life and death are never two Chinese characters that pop up when storytellers touch their lips. Even if they live like grass and grass, they will not want to die like burning ashes.
The real sorrow of a prisoner on death row is something that no outsider can understand. I traveled around the world a few times and I actually tasted it.
Since the imperial court cracked down on gangs, although the suppression has been continuous, a good death is almost an inevitable consequence of gang members, but not many people believe it, including myself.
It does take courage for a death row inmate to write, not to mention the depth and breadth of literature, which is beyond the comprehension of a prison student like me. However, when I was sentenced to death for the second time, I urged myself that no matter how critical my life was or how miserable my emotions were, I should use my remaining days to pick up a pen to cleanse myself; because this was also my last chance.
Although I had enough time in prison to regret my days in the gang, I did not write, so it took more than a year from the beginning to the end of the manuscript. Writing was not only difficult, strenuous, but also painful.
My story is not a beautiful story, but I believe that the painstaking experience and the heartfelt confession will be the best reference for prodigal sons.
The Buddha said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately." I hope that someone will sound the drum to stop me, so that the death penalty case that I have been litigating for many years will be vindicated, and that I can live to repent and do good for the rest of my life. This is my biggest extravagant wish at the moment. I hope that those who hear me can also pray for me to regain my life.
Purpose: Inspirational