1997年1月的一天,寒风呼啸,飞沙扑面。沿着黄海岸边一条偏僻的盐碱土路,一辆黑色轿车,时而开向低矮潮湿的居民住房;时而开向被海风剥蚀得斑斑驳驳的装有电网的高墙大院;时而开向被刚刚翻耕过的农田……这里是江苏一个沿海农村监狱。从车上下来的是一位30来岁的年轻人。他眉清目秀,飘逸中透出一种刚毅。望着眼前一片暗淡的景象,年轻人的心情与不远处的大海潮汐同起同 One day in January 1997, the whistling wind, flying sand blowing. Along a remote saline-alkaline road on the shores of the Yellow Sea, a black sedan sometimes opens into a low-damp residential building, and occasionally opens to a high-wall compound grid with power grids denuded by sea breeze; Farmland that has just been tilled ... Here is a coastal rural prison in Jiangsu. Down from the car is a 30-year-old young man. His eyebrows, elegant and transparent revealed a kind of fortitude. Looking in front of a bleak landscape, the mood of young people with the tide of the sea not far away together