Zhu Ziqing's 'Spring' Edition: Liberating Japan
Looking forward, looking forward, autumn arrived, and the footsteps for attacking Japan drew near. The leaders seemed like they had just woken up, and the Liberation Army opened their eyes. The members' postures straightened, the people's spirits rose, and their faces became excited. Urban management officers quietly emerged from streets and alleys, tall ones, mighty ones, and flashy ones; a whole crowd appeared as far as the eye could see. Pushing, shouting, each rubbing their hands in anticipation, Diaoyu Islands, Hokkaido, Tokyo, the days of liberation were not far away. Officials clapped a few times, representatives lifted a hand, and that was decided.
The steps to liberate Japan were quiet. The Liberation Army was responsible for attacking military facilities, urban management officers were in charge of killing, looting, and arson, and demolition teams were to tear down all Japanese buildings and redesign them in a Chinese style. All Japanese men were handed over to Shanxi coal bosses for job assignments, and Japanese women were sent to mainland bathhouses. Secretly, government, urban management, coal, bathhouse, and real estate personnel all brought teams to join the rush. Red like fire, pink like sunset clouds, white like snow.
Liberating Japan was exhilarating; closing one's eyes, it felt as if Japanese cuisine and sashimi had become inexpensive, Japanese cars allocated on demand, and especially, Japanese flower girls could be slept with freely! Tens of thousands of troops buzzed noisily, big and small officials flew back and forth. Fantasizing about the pleasure after invading Japan, various teams scattered everywhere: all sorts, some named, some unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, blinking away…
Zhu Ziqing Spring Japan counts as a dick
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We can play CrossFire and Counter-Strike in Japan, and we can also play QQ Speed and KartRider in Japan. Or we could reenact One Piece, which wouldn't be bad either.
If each Chinese person spits a mouthful, they can drown the Japanese soldiers, but that would dirty our saliva!
What's the point of scolding Japan like this? It's time to consider whether the problem lies with China itself; doing this only makes us appear weaker.
After reading the original poster's thread, my mood remained unsettled for a long time. As Laozi said: 'The greatest sound is barely audible; the greatest form has no shape.' I finally understand what I have been lacking: it is precisely the profound sense brought about by the original poster's persistent pursuit of truth and arduous practice of ideals. Facing the original poster's thread, I was so shocked that I could hardly move. The masterful work of the original poster, seemingly about to burst out of the paper, makes me unable to resist reopening the thread again and again. Each time I read it, my admiration grows several degrees. I keep wondering if there is a deity living beneath that elegant exterior, making people oblivious to worldly tastes for three months, leaving an echo that lingers, a feeling that never fades for three days. Original poster, your writing is truly excellent. The only thing I can do is to upvote this thread.
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