Adapted from an excerpt from The Plague

"The first batch of official fireworks showing the jubilation of the people rises from the dark port, and the people of the city compete to watch, and the cheers are endless. They seem to have forgotten all the suffering that happened, or they have selectively forgotten, forgotten Those bereaved families who can only keep company with Xinchou. The latter's sorrow has reached its climax. These people—mothers, husbands and wives, lovers—have no joy now, because their relatives have been scattered in the nameless For them the plague is still not over.

Many houses still have their doors and windows closed, and some families are spending this night of joyful cheers in silence. But many of those who grieved were equally relieved, either because they no longer had to fear seeing their loved ones killed by the plague, or because they no longer had to worry about their own safety. However, the families most at odds with this jubilant atmosphere are undoubtedly those with sick people in the hospital, or with relatives in isolation camps or at home who are now waiting for this plague to truly come true. Leave them like you leave any other family

Naturally, newspapers must obey their superiors and preach optimism. As soon as one reads the newspapers one sees a description of the present situation, namely, that the inhabitants present themselves as "moving examples of composure and coolness". The triumphant official announcements and triumphant news, disregarding the obvious facts, nonchalantly denying that we have ever lived in such a crazy world where human beings are killed like flies every day;

They ignore that we have been devastated by sheer barbarism and premeditated insanity; that we have been imprisoned and thus witnessed the wanton destruction of traditions of the past (such as because all forms of funerals have been cancelled, before family members can see their last the dead on one side, some of whom are thrown into the crematorium in piles every day, and burnt into thick black smoke); ignore that we have smelled the smell of the dead that stupefied all those who have not yet been killed; they finally ignore We were once a petrified people: there is still a part of us waiting for doom in chains of powerlessness and terror.

This is the end of the fictional and horrific writing of the story. The original intention of the writing is not to be a person who avoids the most important things and keeps secrets; it is to provide testimony in favor of the victims of the plague, so that future generations can at least remember the atrocities and injustices suffered by those people. Fair treatment; it is to tell everyone realistically what can be learned in a disaster, and there are always more things to be admired in people's hearts than things that should be cast aside.

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Finally, while listening to the cheers from the city, Rieux, the doctor and the protagonist, recalled the past, and he decided that this universal joy was always threatened, because what the joyous crowd knew nothing, he did. The mirror is in the heart: According to medical books, Yersinia pestis will never die or disappear. They can survive for decades in furniture, clothes and quilts; they wait patiently in rooms, cellars, suitcases, handkerchiefs and waste paper. Maybe one day, the plague will wake up its rats again, let them die in a happy city, make people suffer from disasters again, and learn their lessons again. "