Dream
I had a nightmare at noon today. I dreamt that I was a volunteer in a city that had experienced war. During the war, it was normal for me to work, as it was difficult for people to solve their basic needs, let alone support my large family. I couldn't rely solely on the meager supplies provided by the government. While walking on 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 I should approach and notify the owner of the car, as I was afraid the car would explode. I walked about 20 meters forward and decided to go back and call the owner. Just as I made this decision, the vehicle suddenly exploded...
With a ringing in my ears, I woke up. I found my family gathered around me with sad 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 both of my legs... I was really scared in the dream, and even after waking up.
Later, the community gave me an easier job, which was to assist 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 wars in the world have not yet ended, and the people during wartime are experiencing everything I dreamt 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 promotes 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, if he is willing to sacrifice my family to fight his war. I guess he wouldn't dare to answer me because he knows the consequences. Similarly, those who say "leave the island, not the people" online, please 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
Earlier, BBC exposed a group of hidden camera operators, but this matter is not allowed to be widely discussed in China. Then a female student from Sichuan University slandered migrant workers for taking photos on the subway, and even after realizing her mistake, she continued to be aggressive, saying, "Can't we defend our rights if we haven't been violated?"
Objectively speaking, I agree with this statement. If our 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 confused. At least on the internet, most boys and girls are in a state of mutual vigilance, even hatred towards each other. No wonder some people always say they are the last generation. Can hope blossom in the midst of such deep hatred?
The Peking University's Bao Li-Mu Linhan incident recently came to an end, with Mu Linhan being sentenced to three years and two months in prison and fined 750,000 yuan. This punishment is not heavy for a family that has lost their beloved daughter. But the fact that PUA can be criminalized and the severe punishment for "abuse crimes" shows the progress of the rule of law. Even in the Western legal system, I believe 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 time 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.