Maria's Daughters

So well written. Many places are very resonant. I remembered that more than a year ago, many sisters and I made an appointment to support the trial of a famous sexual harassment case. WeChat has become an encrypted telegram. We pay attention to the intelligence of frontline investigators and move secret bases at any time. The first stop on the way was McDonald's - I pretended to be an unemployed homeless person wandering around the mall, and on Tuesday morning, I avoided the eyes of the security patrol and opened the red door - oh, maybe it was KFC. Eye contact and a simple greeting. They formed a circle and discussed the next tactics in low voices but enthusiastically. A tall and thin girl excitedly showed off a cartoon she had just drawn: a fat man with explicit eyes, an ugly face, and a line of straightforward curses. They burst into laughter and tried to stick the painting on the red wall behind them. I'm a little scared. That was perhaps the first time I stood on the opposite side of the invisible high wall under the unobstructed view of the sky. I chose a seat in the far corner of the restaurant and sat down. I don't know why, but the fast food restaurant was so quiet that day. The innocent people around us, with their children, were eating burgers and playing with their mobile phones, but their eyes wandered over us from time to time. I felt their hesitation, fear, and disgust. I sat deliberately crooked to show nonchalance and spread my limbs, as if to prove - look, I didn't bring a bomb or a banner. I felt like a shady mouse, or like a bottle standing at the end of the oily tunnel, waiting for the high-speed impact of the bowling ball until the big black mouth swallowed me up. What made me most angry and hurtful during this experience was perhaps not the ever-approaching wall of greasy male assistants, nor the size and power of the unspeakable things, but the gazes of everyone I shared while sitting in McDonald's, far away from my girlfriends who were laughing and laughing. Am I a blatant thief? Are they gangsters who destroy the peaceful lives of ordinary people? Are they people's enemies? Later, I also participated in and tried to participate in many activities. Dark bars in alleys, independent studios in suburbs, this kind of separate time and space makes me feel safe. Everyone is like a gray dove, suddenly gathering and then scattering. My allies are invisible and intangible, and my enemies are invisible and intangible. Later, I had an ally in my daily life, and her presence turned any public place that made me feel uneasy into a safe zone for punching. Still later, my ally went to pursue her new life. I think I will keep going.

It is so well written, with such strong emotions, so smooth, and in one go. I seem to have nothing left to say, except to wish Shark Shark and us, keep walking, keep walking, to the fields, hills, ice fields, and seas with small and absurd walls, to the true "mother", and to become the true "daughter" of this world.

When I read it, I just thought it was great. Whether it's Maria that bleeds bright red, or. The prejudices about women that permeate our lives and cannot be avoided or avoided are all explained in a subtle way. Maria's daughters stumbled forward in the test of gray life, letting their own flesh and blood strength resist the absurdity of omnipresent patriarchal life, making everything seem like a gentle revolution, yes, revolution. I think in today's public opinion environment, we need to see works like this. Works that can release parts of our chests that are squeezed by unspeakable pressure. It's really touching. It's so well written.

It's so wonderful to read this story on the last day of 23 years and know that that brave woman is safe. Happy New Year, women and girls.

Great story, shocking ending. I really like the part between the girl and the wall. Yes, the wall is the enemy. The wall will be shattered and will be broken by the girl who grows up.

Merry Christmas Eve!! Shasha is well written. There are several scenes that are very visual. It will be particularly stunning if you change the lens...!! I like this feeling so much, I hope my daughters will never have male brothers in the future ^_^

Although it is not the fault of tennis balls to hurt people, if tennis balls always bring pain, then resisting tennis balls is really inevitable. The more troublesome thing in real life is that tennis is self-aware, and it often brings more than just a single pain or happiness. This makes resisting or embracing tennis a matter of courage. Sometimes I am in such a pull that I can't figure out what is the real right choice.

It's like watching a literary film with an orange-yellow-to-grey filter... Some monotonous and uniform color blocks turn gray, turn black, and then change colors, or reverse colors, there is a bit of bad, rotten stench, a negative atmosphere permeates... At the critical point of the abyss, a bright red explodes

When women think, the world changes. Come on, girls!

After reading it, to be honest, I didn't fully understand some of the metaphors, but during the reading process, I was completely drawn into the atmosphere of the book, and I couldn't help but shed tears at the end. Very well written, very sensitive and delicate text