Once upon a time, I was a somewhat idealistic person.

I believe that good and evil will eventually be rewarded; I believe that as long as the body is upright, we are not afraid of slanted shadows; I believe that as long as we work hard, there will always be results.

However, reality is like a cauldron simmering with poisonous chicken soup. After swimming in it for a long time and drinking too much poisonous chicken soup, you can no longer argue with some things that you once firmly refused to believe.

Since I graduated and started working, I have been working in the media industry, first in a publishing house, then in a newspaper office, and now I have started working in new media. I don’t dare to say that I have already mastered a certain industry. I just hope that I can learn more before I am still old.

But it also made me see some things clearly.

Working in a publishing house taught me that being a writer is too difficult. There are so many talented people, but the book market is already saturated, and the books that can be sold are all big IPs. There is a rush for books by well-known authors, but if an unknown author has no popularity or topics, he or she will not be able to sell the book. This is the tragic market reality.

Working in a newspaper has taught me how difficult it is to stick to doing real news. If you want to conduct in-depth investigation, you may face quite a lot of dangers, and when the manuscript is finished, you will still have to face the incomprehension of many readers. In an era when reporters were once called prostitutes, reporters who could avoid being reduced to slick runner who could collect carriage fares were all hard-blooded real men.

Working in new media has taught me that having hair on my head is considered a blessing from God. Daily updates can drive people crazy, tweets can make people collapse, young girls and boys become as tired as little old ladies and little old men. The biggest wish every day is to eat and sleep on time, but it is also a luxury.

I deeply realize that: "There is no easy money, no bad food" is a wise saying. Fortunately, my job doesn't require much intrigue, and I don't encounter many unspoken rules in the workplace. It can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.

The pressure of work and life is not enough to keep me silent. But there are some things that are really impossible to talk about.

Just like the Jiang Ge case that just concluded, kindness not only limited my imagination, but also cost Jiang Ge his life. I also participated in signing the petition and have been following the progress of the incident. However, every time I see Chen Shifeng and Liu Xin perform The Birth of a Drama Queen, I get so angry that I want to hit someone. It’s really hard to say whether Chen Shifeng would be violent if he appeared in front of me.

When the verdict of 20 years in prison was announced, I shouted in my heart together with Jiang Ge’s mother: “I won’t accept it!” However, what else could I do? When I think about the possibility that this scumbag will be released on bail and return to China in the future, and still have the possibility of living a happy life for the rest of his life, when I think about Liu Xin's family facing the sacrifice of her sisters for her, it exposes Wireless's selfishness, and yet I have nothing but anger to myself. The only solution is to sigh and hope that the living will cherish their painful lives for the sake of the deceased.

When the fire in Beijing was followed by waves of evacuation and demolition, and when the whole country began to display "hairlines" and tear down signboards on a large scale, there was nothing I could do.

As I still live in a one-bedroom rental house, I am grateful for my vision in choosing a house at the time. I am also heartbroken for my colleagues, friends, and strangers who went through a lot of searching and moving in two or three days. This is also the first time I truly realized that after staying here for so many years, it turns out that this is really not my home, and that together with the auntie who sells pancakes and the guy who delivers express delivery, I am classified as one of the four Blocked words: "**population".

I hope that when cleaning up, we can take into account the rationality and slow down the pace a little; I hope that everyone can return to the normal life track as soon as possible without being too affected. But apart from freeing up space for my colleagues to temporarily store their luggage, what can I do? Although none of us were at fault, it still happened, and all we were left with was a sigh.

The movie "Youth" is a memory of my mother's generation. She remembers the same military uniform, the same enamel jar, the same White Rabbit toffee, and she can still recognize the backpack and the one from that time. Something is different.

As a typical good person, Liu Feng is even more typical of not living a good life.

Heroes who have experienced life and death in war have become "cripples" who are despised by everyone. Even now, this phenomenon still exists. I can do this, when facing people with physical disabilities, respect them and treat them as an ordinary member of the family.

But even in the most prosperous cities, Beijing and Shanghai, barrier-free access is still a slogan, and it is simply impossible for them to achieve barrier-free travel. What can I do but sigh?

The popularity of the three primary colors has passed. Some people have forgotten it, but I have not.

I have not forgotten the pinpricks on those children, nor have I forgotten the tragic situation in which the public opinion at that time was overwhelmingly convinced of the rumors, and it seemed that the war would not be over until the troops were dragged into the water. My signature is "Listen and you will be clear". I hope that every kindergarten teacher can love and protect children. I also hope that netizens can do some analysis of the message before believing it like my personalized signature. Behind the child abuse incident is the imbalance of resources and needs in the entire early childhood education industry, and what is behind the trend of public opinion that always exaggerates the incident and maliciously speculates? I couldn't explain it clearly, I could only sigh.

There is also the Greentown arson case. Such a beautiful family was destroyed in the hands of a greedy woman, while the property company that should bear certain responsibilities is still shirk-passing. The deceased is dead, but his father, the only living child, is still trying to seek justice for his family. I still can only sigh when I think that the good things they once had will never come back.

I hope that writing this down may one day have even a small positive effect, so that I don’t have to end the whole article with a sigh.