1984

I think this is a logically logical and well-organized book. This is the translation. If you read the original version, you should feel that the logic is more rigorous. After reading it, I wanted to think outside my box and try some different thinking, but it was like a vine had wrapped around my feet, and I couldn't think of a new set of complete logic except for a ball of mush in my mind. So I want to ask what is this book about? What's the conclusion? After reading it, my mind was completely blank, and I always felt that my brain circuit might be wrong in any direction. For those who have concluded after reading, how do you make sure your way of thinking is correct? How do you make sure that your logic is not interfered with by the outside world? Have you really awakened yourself? Do you really understand the connotation of objective facts in the real world? Maybe you just read out the results you want to see based on your own imagination. Maybe we are all trained as ideological slaves, but we are just not on the same page. Precisely because they are not in the same position, they all think that the other person is an alien and that they themselves are awakened. In fact, it is difficult to judge how objective reality exists; it is even more difficult to define whether one's own thoughts are free and uninterrupted. Our existence depends on this world, and we can never think independently of this world. We can never observe the world from God's perspective. When we leave this world for a moment, we also stop thinking. Our brains are bound to this world and will not be unbound until death. I will never know until my death whether my thoughts are free and uninterrupted by the outside world. I will never be able to say that sentence: "I am awake!" To me personally, death is the end of the word "forever"! So I will never be able to experience the feeling of awakening, which is both sad and lucky.

I went to see a movie last night, all war movies. A very good one is about a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. Viewers enjoyed watching footage of a fat man swimming away from a helicopter pursuing him. First he's seen flopping in the water like a dolphin, then he's seen through the sights on a helicopter, then he's covered in bullet holes and the water around him turns pink, and he suddenly sinks as if the bullet holes caused water to enter, and the audience roars with laughter as he sinks. Then what I saw was a lifeboat full of children, with a helicopter circling above. There was a middle-aged woman, who might be Jewish, sitting on the bow of the boat, holding a little boy about three years old in her arms. The little boy screamed in fear and pushed his head deep into her arms, as if he wanted to drill a hole in her body. The woman put her arms around him to comfort him. Although she herself was turned blue with fear, she had been trying to cover him as much as possible, as if she thought her arms could stop the bullets for him. Then the helicopter dropped a twenty-kilogram bomb into their midst. A bright light shattered the boat into pieces.

I wonder if this book will be banned in the future. Especially in the past few years.

Halfway through watching it, I was covered in cold sweat. It was so similar, so similar in history!

When our country was in the w en ge, we also had the opportunity to enter 1984, and the ideological restrictions described in utopias like 1984 still exist today, as I must use pinyin when typing this word

"Some countries regard it as a warning, and some countries regard it as an instruction manual."

The anger they feel is an abstract and blind emotion. So for a while Winston's hatred was not directed against Goldstein at all, but on the contrary, towards Big Brother, the Party, and the Thought Police. At that moment, his heart went to the lonely, mocked heretic on the telescreen, the only guardian of truth and sanity in a world full of lies. But in the next moment, he stood with the people around him, and for him, everything they said about Goldstein was true. In those days, his private disgust for Big Brother turned into admiration, and Big Brother seemed to stand tall, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against the hordes of Asia.

The more people read Orwell, the more freedom is guaranteed. -Saw it in front of a certain bookstore

War is peace, how ridiculous that seems to me. In this book, I read the horror, oppression and restraint of the world described by the author. Cherish the moment, time is not easy.

I tried reading a section further down, but I really didn't understand it.