one day in april

Woke up in the morning, talking about deleting posts everywhere. I asked around, only to find that it was the video of "The Voice of April" yesterday. It turned out that it broke the circle, not only spread on Weibo, but also detonated the circle of friends last night. The video that people reposted in various ways, the reviewer always arrives in time, and within a few seconds, only "unable to view" is left.

My circle of friends has always been calm, and this time I also left a lot of traces of last night's battle. Someone posted several in a row, each one seemed to be a different version, and when I arrived, without exception, nothing but corpses were left. I imagine countless burly men in black with bald heads, covering everyone's mouth from behind with their muscular, knotted arms. No matter how hard you struggle, those hands won't move.

Later, many rumors said that the circle of friends will usher in rectification, maybe like Douban, one function is closed today, and another function is closed tomorrow, and it will be eaten up step by step. It is also said that the function of geographical restrictions is being developed, and the circle of friends made by Shanghai people can only be displayed to Shanghai people.

Someone posted a screenshot of Luo Yonghao's Moments, I don't know if it's true or not, and I call on everyone to be restrained, otherwise there will be no Moments in the future. Where do you go to exchange information? I thought to myself, not like what Lao Luo would say. Besides, if you can't say what you want to say and keep it as a decoration, what's the point? Isn't that how we are, step by step?

But I'm actually not that angry or sad because everything is expected and the system has always worked that way. Those who are disappointed or grieved may be those who have never tried to express normally before. If they could see the filth that they had never admitted before, the night of fighting would not be in vain.

I'm afraid, it's still like Wuhan in those days. It's gone and I've forgotten all about it. The singing and dancing are still on the rise, as if things never happened. And this is very possible.

Later, I still posted my first circle of friends since July last year. It is the chorus of "April Heroes", a cover of Eason Chan's "The Lonely Brave". Against this backdrop, several singers brought new life to the song. This video was also deleted a few hours later, and the wall has been hard to find, and youtube only has a screen recording version.

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I love you walking alone in the dark alley

I love you without kneeling

love you confronted with despair

don't cry

love your tattered clothes

But bet on the gun of fate

love you just like me

Notches are the same

go? Does it match? this ragged cloak

war? War! with the humblest dream

To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night

Who says a hero is the one who stands in the light?

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Because of my accidental bubbling after a long dive, I received a phone call from a college classmate in the afternoon. The last time I contacted you was before the epidemic. Nothing serious to talk about, but some of them didn't. At that time, I was shopping in the supermarket. I saw the WeChat voice reminder on the watch, but I didn't take out my mobile phone to answer it. Call back on the way home. When we were in college, we were head-to-head in the dormitory, and we were fellow villagers in the same province. His family was in poor condition and he was honest. It has been more than 20 years since I graduated. Although that time has always been there, the feeling of the passing of time can only come alive when I reminisce about the old days. He said he was 46 years old and had 14 years to retire. I just remembered that I was pretty much the same. At that moment, my heart sank: I am a real uncle.

When I got home, I brought the yogurt and eggs to my mother, and I didn't delay much in the name of running. I really wanted to run, but when I came back, I felt that my physical condition had not recovered. In the last few days, during the low tide, my face shed skin, and the herpes on the corner of my mouth also appeared to make trouble.

Finally gave up the ideological struggle and sat down to write a diary. Write it down in a diary with a pen and then transfer it to the computer. I finished writing one in the diary a few days ago and started using the second one. The pen is Ling Mei from Brother Liu. I have a lot of pens now, so I use one of them to write first, and after I finish writing a tube of ink, I will change to the next one.

Zeng Guofan also likes to keep a diary. Leto II, although he later became a god and a great dictator, also kept a diary. It may be the survivor bias. Since I started writing diaries again, I found that there are so many people in the past and present, real or fictional, who love to write diaries.

Today is reading day. I have been thinking about whether to post a reading on Weibo or LS Yingying since the morning, but I didn't post it in the evening. I feel that on such days, it seems that public attention should be reserved for the grief-stricken and the helpless. It is embarrassing to say that reading is inappropriate.

The Weibo of "Things" has epidemics all day long, and his blackening, I think, is almost complete.