The age of innocence will not come again

Whenever I sit in front of a computer screen, click the mouse, type text, refresh web pages, browse pictures, scan the news, hang out blogs... All kinds of network information, flowers and green red dust world, surrounded me and buried me. I can't help but think: the previous generation lacks information, is pure in thought, and behaves decently; this generation has an explosion of information, complex thoughts, and impetuous behavior. The contrast between the two is vastly different. At this moment, at that moment, I suddenly felt that the age of innocence would not come again.

Is that news true? Those pictures, are they fake? Are those words copied? Those pages, are poison, right? The virtual world is like this, and the real world is not like this! When did the face of the head and brain, the right and wrong that disturbed each other, the gains and losses bit by bit, stop? All this tortures me, pesters me, and pales me.

Sometimes, I don't say a word, I don't think about it, I let my mind go blank, I let my thoughts be a mess. The innocent age that was once there will never come again, will never come again. Now, everyone is weighing the game of interests and pursuing their own gains and losses. What ideals, what beliefs, what duties, what cares, almost all of them are in vain, and only a shiny and shiny hard shell remains.

Who am I to return to? I don't know, and I don't want to know. In the midst of true and false, I began to disguise my soul, gather flesh and blood, and wander away from right and wrong. I don't dissect the logic in those head-to-head words, I don't pick up the facts, I'm just listening, listening, listening. I often turn a blind eye to the affairs of the people around me, listen to them, and only want to be a bystander, a silent person. What can I say? Is it useful to say that? What can I do? Is it useful to do it? So, I learned to be tolerant and learned to pretend to be stupid. In the virtual reality, I began to watch people talk, watch things dodge, and do my best not to wear braids and not to leak tails. Yin and yang violated, I no longer blushed; cheating, I no longer felt guilty... These actions, I am very helpless, very wandering. Maybe it is a smooth world, only a smooth world, in order to be alone, to prevent harm. It is only when I am lonely and depressed, whenever I dream back in the middle of the night, that I feel that the age of innocence will not come again. Am I a walking dead? I don't know, and I don't want to know.

I only know that in the flow of materialism, it is easy to stick to the original self, maintain the self, and carry forward the superego! All I know is that the age of innocence will not come again!