大家得去闹闹了，FBI 63个最高级别通缉犯中，一半是中国人！
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#4 Re: 大家得去闹闹了，FBI 63个最高级别通缉犯中，一半是中国人！
MyDoggyAteMyEssay
byDarrenSardelli Mydoggyatemyessay.
Hepickedupallmymail.
Hecleanedmydirtycloset
anddustedwithhistail.
Hestraightenedoutmyposters
andsweptmywoodenfloor.
Myparentsalmostfainted
whenhefixedmybedroomdoor.
Ididnottrytostophim.
Hemademywindowsshine.
Myroomlookedlikeapalace,
andmydressersmelledlikepine.
https://blog.wenxuecity.com/myoverview/79511/
byDarrenSardelli Mydoggyatemyessay.
Hepickedupallmymail.
Hecleanedmydirtycloset
anddustedwithhistail.
Hestraightenedoutmyposters
andsweptmywoodenfloor.
Myparentsalmostfainted
whenhefixedmybedroomdoor.
Ididnottrytostophim.
Hemademywindowsshine.
Myroomlookedlikeapalace,
andmydressersmelledlikepine.
https://blog.wenxuecity.com/myoverview/79511/
#7 Re: 大家得去闹闹了，FBI 63个最高级别通缉犯中，一半是中国人！
五毛狗 好好看看共产党对老百姓的迫害 “ I didn't know much about the persecution and pain my father had suffered during the Cultural Revolution until I received an electronic copy of his memoir several years ago when I was studying in the U.S. One of his students typed his memoir on a computer and sent it to me. From his memoir, I learned that, before he was sent to the countryside, he was subjected to “criticism meetings” at his workplace, which were common during the Cultural Revolution (the Cultural Revolution began in 1966). At these criticism meetings, a victim was criticized and often subjected to humiliation and assault until he or she confessed to imaginary crimes. Because of the false accusations made up against my father, he was forced to confess; he refused. Then he was placed in an interrogation room, where he was repeatedly questioned and not allowed to sleep for five consecutive days and nights.
Finally one of the leaders of the task force of the Cultural Revolution in his school said to him, “Are you afraid of being shot to death? Confess if you are! Aren't you afraid?”
For a long time my father didn't know how to answer.
“Are you afraid? Answer me! Hurry up!” the leader snapped, a layer of thin frost seeming to start to appear on his cold face.
“Give me a cigarette, please,” my father said, sitting on a small square stool, his voice trembling.”
所以别人写诗骂你是五毛狗 戏虐一下又如何？
Finally one of the leaders of the task force of the Cultural Revolution in his school said to him, “Are you afraid of being shot to death? Confess if you are! Aren't you afraid?”
For a long time my father didn't know how to answer.
“Are you afraid? Answer me! Hurry up!” the leader snapped, a layer of thin frost seeming to start to appear on his cold face.
“Give me a cigarette, please,” my father said, sitting on a small square stool, his voice trembling.”
所以别人写诗骂你是五毛狗 戏虐一下又如何？
