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 re-enter this abyss filled with falsehoods and malice, just to witness an absurd 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 once again "descend" upon this "paradise," what awaits me is not a feast of thought, but a meticulously planned farce. Here, people no longer seek truth but are keen on creating noise, using the sharpest words and the most exaggerated expressions, attempting to carve out a place 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 tried 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 consumed by this dark tide, turning into "machines" that can only parrot words. Weibo, once a "palace of thought," has now become a huge joke, filled with the ugliest and shallowest voices of humanity, like a group of reveling demons trampling on the corpses of reason and civilization.
In this "return," I found not a shred of warmth, but rather a deeper sense of the coldness and cruelty of this "paradise." 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, leap out of this endless abyss, and find their true spiritual sanctuary. As for me, I will carry this irony and warning, escape this dark "paradise," and seek those voices truly worth communicating and resonating with 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.