leaving my dreams under your feet. Wings of dreams spread out. Step
gently
because you are stepping on the wings of my dreams." The
expressionless priest groaned after listening to his partner. The line of poetry ended the life of this comrade-in-arms for many years with a crisp and sharp shot. In a totalitarian society where the rationality of existence is determined by the ruler, abandoning morality and betraying relatives and friends are the bottom line of survival, otherwise you will be swallowed by the round and invisible black hole.
At the end of the Third World War, the surviving humans were at a loss. They were as humble as ants, trembling and trembling. A church named "Jehovah" claimed to have mastered the truth that can sustain humanity. The leader told the crowd blinded by fear " Feelings are the source of all evil. Violence, war, and vengeance cannot be caused by this." Then he ordered the formation of a special force under the command of priests to "purify" human beings. Anything that can arouse human emotions (books, All works of art, such as paintings and music, as well as private photo albums, objects, etc.) and slightly emotional people will be arrested. They have a ridiculous but true title of "emotional criminals", and then they will be sentenced to fire through the judicial proceedings in name only. In the process of arrest, those who resist a little bit will be killed. Other citizens have received continuous and high-intensity brainwashing education from the day they were born. They have been told from an early age that all the carnage and crimes of human beings are due to the existence of emotions, and history needs to be delicately pierced by a clue. All kinds of epoch-making events have been distorted their original meanings and wantonly pieced together as pearls that anyone can play with. Truth and justice are no longer important. The important thing is who has the power to declare truth and justice. The prophets in the temple who are talking about the ideal of Great Harmony will not give up their absolute rule in the visual field. Everyone will watch a large number of video images every day in order to have a direct and perceptual understanding of the appalling evil caused by emotion. Including Hitler, Stalin and our April 65th. At the same time, everyone was ordered to inject a light yellow "emotional suppressant" every day to help fight against "love demons" and prevent certain subconscious emotional reactions. In this beautiful new world composed of towering silver-gray buildings full of texture but exuding a sharp and cold atmosphere, human beings seem insignificant. Discipline and obedience are forced into their acquired consciousness when they are in a zero-degree emotional environment. After years of infiltration, he gradually forgot his nature. From this moment on, rulers no longer need to bother, and the first Utopian citizens shaped on the assembly line begin to consciously take on the great mission of "teaching" the next generation. At this time, the church only needs a few bright-eyed and extremely sensitive children to stand on the heights and discover the few "emotional prisoners" among the bustling crowds, and send special forces to eliminate the "conspiracy and incitement" one by one. Emotional crime". Everything is like what Popper said. The leaders of the church believe that human history is like a big river. As long as it moves forward, they can jump on the boat and float.
However, the most docile lions in the zoo would open their mouths when they smelled blood. The animal nature can only be suppressed and never disappeared; the people of the empire were used even if they were polished like angular bricks. To build a pyramid of desire and power, human nature can only be suppressed and never extinguished. Our protagonist tore open the escutcheon paper that had been concealed on the floor-to-ceiling windows because of his upset. At that moment, he saw the moving picture of the rainbow looming after the rain, and the empire aesthetics he painstakingly created was eclipsed in front of God. Just because of this emotional throbbing, a rebel was born from within the system. There is no need to repeat the following story. Even the Soviet Union has collapsed. What evil can't be dismantled?
There was a scene that particularly touched me. The priest entered the basement of a resister. There was a house full of artworks and a record player. When he accidentally moved the stylus, Beethoven’s "Destiny" symphony was drawn. Breaking the air, shaking his soul in the quiet world of the cemetery, rising from the priest's indifferent pupils the kind of warmth that the little match girl longed for. At the beginning of an essay, Bei Dao had such a description: "This is in sharp contrast to a gloomy era --- people were starving at that time, busy with their lives, and idle ears seemed redundant. Remember to just install it. The record player and my parents dancing with the accompaniment of "Blue Danube" really surprised me. "Our suffering nation did not endure the ravages of the Third World War, but has tasted an unprecedented era in advance, but I hope that after we have done a terrible experiment for all mankind, there will be no more frenzied dictators to play the world.
When Yeats came out of this poem at the tip of his pen, I was afraid that it would be the first key to open the door to freedom, but we clearly remember that the Plastic Man of the Universe sang a myth, and Soon and Brodsky finally returned. Orthodox rejuvenated Russia, although our North Island is still wandering with nothing, let us revisit this "Annunciation". Before the next night, we will surely usher in the dawn::
Maybe the last moment is here and
I haven’t left. The will
only left a pen, to my mother
I am not a hero
In the era without heroes,
I just want to be a person.
Tranquil horizon
Separating the ranks of the living and the dead
I can only choose the sky
Never kneel on the ground
To show the executioners' tallness
The wind that blocks freedom
From the bullet holes of the stars
Blood red dawn
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