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On December 2, 2022, Wuhan was mostly sunny. The gloom of the past few days has dissipated a little, but why is the mountain weighing on my heart getting heavier and heavier? Heroes—executors of justice, people worship heroes—but people seem to forget that heroes are needed only where justice is needed. I don’t know when it started, but what happened around me made me more and more uneasy. Like a cat, looking up from a distance: there is a blue sky, towering snow-capped mountains, but looking down, the ground is muddy, full of thorns everywhere, and occasionally there is a clean place to set foot, but soon, this land It was also eroded by the nearby mud and thorns. As a result, the place where it can move becomes narrower and narrower, it bears more and more burdens, the surroundings are full of restrictions, and all happiness is destroyed. When I was a child in school, I often saw a plant in the field, but I didn’t know its name. Forty or fifty centimeters high, the leaves are like goose palms-green, and they will bear fruit when the summer vacation ends and the school starts. There are sparse hooked thorns on the fruit, the thorns are very thin and straight, and it hurts when it sticks to the skin. Gently took off some, and gently threw them towards the back of the partner, and pimples grew on the partner’s clothes. At that time, the roads were very narrow, and this kind of plants were mostly on the side of the fields and roads, and they were not hindered by walking, and they could also be the source of our happiness. As time went by, the road got wider and wider, but this kind of plant began to grow wantonly on the road and in front of the house. As soon as I went out, not only was it sticky all over my body, but it was also painful. There are boundless pimples, and someone always says they will come to clean them up, but occasionally someone comes, and they just kick them a few times, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. I should be happy, but happiness is getting farther and farther away from me. I don’t want to say that I expect freedom, because freedom always seems to be linked with human rights. I just want to go back to my childhood. Although I was poor, the only obstacle to going out was the big pecking cock in the yard.
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