Dream#
I had a nightmare at noon today. I dreamt that I was a volunteer in a war-torn city. During the war, it was normal for me to work, as people had difficulty solving their basic needs. Moreover, I had a large family to support, and it was impossible to rely solely on the meager supplies provided by the government. While walking down the street, I suddenly saw white smoke coming out of the engine hood of a navy blue Toyota Prado parked by the roadside. I hesitated whether to approach and notify the owner of the car's phone number, as I was afraid the car might explode. After walking about 20 meters ahead, I decided to go back and make the call. Just as I turned around, the vehicle suddenly exploded...
With a ringing in my ears, I woke up. I found my family gathered around me with worried expressions, asking if there was anything wrong with my body. I recalled that if I had been standing next to the car at that time, I would have definitely lost at least one of my legs... I was truly terrified in the dream, and even after waking up.
Later, the community assigned me a less stressful job, which involved assisting the rescue team in helping refugee children enter shelters. There was a little girl who was scared, so I held her and sat in the back of the car with her all the way. After arriving at the shelter, I had a brief conversation with her in English. She asked for my phone number and clumsily wrote it on a worn-out whiteboard: "The man help me home: +86 1**********." Seeing the child's smile made my heart ache.
This damn dream felt so real. The war in the world is not yet over, and the civilians during wartime are experiencing everything I dreamed of... I hope the war will end soon!
Recently, there is a person on the internet called "Li Yi," and I don't know what his job is. He arrogantly advocates for war and shouts, "There are too many Chinese people, 1.4 billion people, even if half of them die, there will still be 700 million left. So what if a war breaks out?" I really want to stand in front of him and ask him, looking into my eyes, are you willing to sacrifice my family to fight your war? I guess he wouldn't dare to answer me because he knows the consequences. Similarly, to those who say "Leave the island, not the people" online, I ask you to look into my eyes and tell me if you really want the lives of the Taiwanese people. Has the value of living beings become so lowly that they are reduced to tools for realizing your ambitions?
Reality#
Previously, the BBC exposed a voyeuristic group, but this matter is not allowed to be widely discussed in China. Subsequently, a female student from Sichuan University slandered migrant workers for voyeurism on the subway, and even after realizing her mistake, she remained aggressive, saying, "Can't we defend our rights without being violated?"
Objectively speaking, I agree with this statement. If one's rights are violated, it may be too late to defend them later. However, this does not justify her wrongly accusing others and continuing to slander and defame them.
A series of recent events have left people puzzled. At least on the internet, most boys and girls are in a state of mutual vigilance, even mutual hatred. No wonder some people always say that they are the last generation. Can the flower of hope be born in the midst of such deep-seated hatred?
The recent Peking University case involving Bao Li and Mou Linhan has also come to an end. Mou Linhan was sentenced to three years and two months in prison, and fined 750,000 yuan. For a family who lost their beloved daughter, this punishment is not severe enough. However, the fact that PUA can be criminalized and the severe punishment for "abuse" already reflects the progress of the rule of law. Even under the Western legal system, this case would have been a headache for judges.
Because I have been preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, I haven't had much time to write blog posts. I apologize to this period of my life and it should have been well recorded. But I always have the heart to write blog posts. I am willing to treat writing blog posts as a reward for myself, rewarding the tired me who is preparing for the exam.
The elevator in the hospital is filled with wooden boards, and in the reflection between the gaps in the boards, I see my own eyes. The floor has arrived, and I have to go. I hope this world will become better.