Four years, a cycle long enough to turn a garden into ruins, has also completely reduced Sina Weibo, once a "paradise of thought," to an indescribable "digital hell" in my heart. Today, with a nearly self-torturing mindset, I step back into this abyss filled with falsehoods and malice, just to witness an absurdly extreme internet carnival.
The Weibo in my memory was a spark of inspiration, a collision of wisdom, a solace for the soul. Now, it resembles a vast electronic junkyard, where every post is a public exhibition of the ugly side of humanity. Here, the truth is drowned in a sea of lies, reason is devoured by the bubbles of revelry, and every character reveals ignorance, arrogance, and prejudice.
Today, four years later, when I "descend" upon this "land of joy" once more, what greets me is not a feast of thoughts, but a meticulously orchestrated farce. Here, people no longer pursue truth; instead, they are keen on creating noise, using the sharpest words and the most exaggerated expressions, attempting to carve out a space for themselves in this chaos. Weibo, once a "bridge of communication," has now become a magnifying glass for the dark side of humanity, amplifying every subtle malice to suffocating levels.
I try to find a glimmer of humanity in this wasteland, only to discover that those accounts that once shone with the light of wisdom have either fallen into despair or been swallowed by this torrent of darkness, turning into "machines" that can only parrot back words. Weibo, once a "temple of thought," has now become a huge joke, filled with the ugliest and shallowest voices of humanity, trampling recklessly on the corpses of reason and civilization like a group of reveling demons.
In this "return," I found not a shred of warmth; instead, I felt even more profoundly the coldness and cruelty of this "land of joy." Weibo, you have successfully turned my anticipation into despair, my love into deep loathing. You are an absurd internet carnival, a public tribute to the evils of humanity.
May every soul still "sinking" here awaken soon, escape this endless abyss, and find their true spiritual sanctuary. As for me, I will carry this irony and warning, fleeing this dark "land of joy," seeking those voices that are truly worthy of exchange and resonance in a broader world. Goodbye, Weibo, may we never meet again in this life, and may your darkness and absurdity forever become a pillar of shame in history.