The scenery is old

Recently, the anthology function has been launched, and I can't wait to try it out, but because I have always had the habit of procrastinating, I didn't introduce my own space until yesterday. It was easier than expected, even happier.

But it is not so easy to introduce them to others in a serious manner. I wrote very anxiously, and I only remember that I sighed like dressing up QQ space during the process. But if you think about it carefully, if you just dress up the Qzone, there is really nothing to say, and you are speechless.

Compared to the memory that my friends in the world are talking about is Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and now even Threads, we Chinese only have QQ, because it is a product of my generation's childhood and adolescence, and it is also our world Still a little free, the product of a period of imaginative accompaniment. Of course, it is not as good as the forum, because we are right between the best and the worst, but it also poetically complements the imagination of some people such as me in the ignorant period.

That's why I said that dressing up Qzone is a joy. This anthology function makes me have such a strong sense of nostalgia. It brings more unspeakable and irrelevant memory fragments. No matter which one I talk about, it seems inconsistent, but I still try.

In fact, since 2016, I no longer use QQ. I obviously feel that I have a lot of feelings to weave and form a family there. After years and months, I actually only went to university for one semester, so I left it behind. The hectic university socialization was dragged to WeChat by the adults and administrators in the school, and fell into it, but obviously none of them gave orders, and things became like this.

Thinking back to the past, you still used QQ carefree. There are classmates and teachers in the county town, people you liked, maybe the owner of the Internet cafe, the sister who sells flowers on Qingnian Road, including your mother who wants to go online. The account she registered to save photos. The farthest ones are those netizens who met in Tieba. Everyone lives a different life, but their hobbies are basically the same.

Now that you are in college, you secretly look forward to it, thinking that you are going to a wider world, but you don’t expect that the threshold is to join the adult WeChat world. When the counselor creates a WeChat group, you have to join the WeChat group. At first, you are not used to it, but once you Two years or two years, or only one semester, you have already forgotten why you log in to QQ.

It’s what they taught you to post in your circle of friends that you have been quiet and successful. It seems that everyone has entered this “training class” because of joining WeChat. You try to break down once, but then you find that there seems to be no one there.

Then you learned to go to Weibo while fishing, watch celebrity gossip, and swear with netizens. Anyway, no one there knows you anymore. But soon, you lost the first account, the second, and the third. It’s not too bad, and you can make do with it. After all, other places are not so familiar and funny because of their closeness and familiarity. The paradise is completely free. Your issues are again on the fringes, not reconciled to being completely parasitic on floating, non-existent soil.

Weibo is a kind of life of sitting on the sidelines, so I occasionally think of opening QQ, even though no one there will contact you or send you a message, sometimes when I wake up, it may be the memory of my body many years ago, and I unconsciously enter the QQ space, I saw a post from a college classmate who joined the army: It’s over soon, I’m afraid I’ve been like an animal for too long, and I forgot how to be a human being.

This kind of inner confession will not give you the opportunity to see it in WeChat Moments. Everyone is used to becoming a "beautiful adult", introducing their own life to the world, trying to make themselves stand, otherwise they will not be able to support go down.

Where do we flee to, we write letters, we send emails, and then we lose interest and nothing else happens. In the morning, my friend excitedly sent a WeChat message saying, let's send iMessage, and then found out that the Chinese operator still made a difference, and still charged 20 cents per text message, which is Chinese characteristics.

I remembered a time when I was in the car and heard a woman call: "I deleted your WeChat, it's very troublesome to keep it. If you need anything, just call me." After hanging up, she turned on the radio on the car and listened to some A popular love song in the first decade of the 21st century.

I wrote "people who can't get out of the old times", and I ridiculed them, even hated them, but it was not because I was on the opposite side of them, but on the contrary, I was very clear that I was one of them, I just Can see my surroundings, I can only see myself.

I would laugh at a young man whose WeChat name is "Landscape Jiu Zeng Fan", and I would feel sad and lost my soul because of this. But I don't want to go into that magic mountain so quickly, don't want to follow it, the whole world seems to be caught in a huge wave of nostalgia, which means that no one wants to go one step forward, how hopeless.