Who Allows Democracy to Perish?

The "World" pot has been boiling for six hundred years, and the soup has turned black. Some people use it to boil human flesh, while others use it to boil authority. There happened to be a boy who was weaving straw sandals. He brought the pot down and first served a bowl to his mother, then a bowl to the common people, and finally tasted it himself. So I left a line of small words on the edge of the pot: "Destiny may be in my body, I am willing to go there."