The grave of sin

By chance, when I arrived at a detention center in a certain place, it coincided with the day when the convicted prisoners were received.

The family members who came to visit the prison were already waiting at the door early. There are wives visiting their husbands; parents visiting their sons; there are granddaughters who visit their grandfathers... It can be seen that everyone's mood is very complicated—longing, pain, melancholy, restlessness, excitement. However, all emotions are controlled by an invisible repression...

A group of prisoners sprang in, and a male prisoner in his thirties walked ahead.

"Daddy! Father! ”

A crisp little girl's voice broke a kind of dullness and seriousness.

The little girl looked three or four years old, and her curious eyes were large and bright. She broke free from her mother's arms and snuggled lovingly on the father's shoulder.

An irreconcilable atmosphere rises in everyone's mind.

"Dad, why don't you come home?"

How do I answer my child's questions? In the child's transparent eyes, the father bowed his head, and he was landless.

Look at a young woman over there, holding a one-year-old child, looking depressed and wanting to stop talking. The husband serving the sentence was anxious.

"Is Mom's illness better?" He finally thought of his mother.

"Not yet... No, still lying in bed. ”

"What about the children?"

"The child had a fever again in the morning, and I took him for an injection before coming here."

The wife suddenly cried, tears dripping on the back of her husband's hands along her twitching shoulders.

"I, in order to see you early, the bonus and salary paid by the unit are in the bag... All were stolen, there were old and young in the family, and I was alone..." The weak woman was overwhelmed.

The convict who served his sentence had a spasm in his heart: Oh my God! He had never imagined that the stolen man would be so miserable!

In the cry of his wife, the man imprisoned for theft was whipped and punished by his conscience, a virtue that sank into the black sea of sin, and was suddenly salvaged, and he hugged his shoulders and experienced the beginning and end of a painful one.

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The prison reception room is not a flower path and willow shade, it belongs to lyricism; nor is it a factory workshop, it belongs to sweating.

Here, in an atmosphere of heaviness and oppression, the truth and falsehood, beauty and ugliness, good and evil that had been disrupted are being restored to their original positions, and will be rearranged and combined simply or complexly, restoring human morality and conscience, human dignity and personality.

The prison reception room, which is the transition station of disappointment and hope, sigh and pursuit, love and hate, new life and death; it is an end and a beginning; it is a load and a relief...

Here is the grave of sin and evil!