The real prison life takes a minute to live slowly. ? I often sit on the stone bench in the prison yard and visually observe that the distance between the prison wall and the world is 40 meters. I have been walking for three years and nine months. In less than four years, I have changed a lot. Regardless of social influence or people's views on this experience, I think it is very rewarding for me! In this place, there are all kinds of religions ... whether you are a senior government official or a plowman, a big brother or an individual entrepreneur, or more middle-class ordinary people, it is incredible to be forced to live together, just like many chemical raw materials are mixed in a glassware ... it will produce some chemical reactions more or less, although the past scenery is gone. However, the identity shelf and personality formed over the years are not so easy to change ... every day after work, everyone can move freely. Most people will go to the bathroom to play cards in groups, and some people will go to the TV room to watch TV. Many times, I will play ball games or sit in the prison room and read books. I often hear thunder and lightning quarreling. The quarrel came from the bathroom and reached my ears through the corridor. When you run over, you will find that several people are flushed. The blue veins on your neck are clearly visible. You greet all other family members in the most vulgar language, but no matter how you quarrel, it will not affect them to play cards … let alone fight … and you will find that no matter how you quarrel, it will not attract others to watch, and you are used to it. ?