The Prison of the Screen

Night falls, and it is not starlight, but the shimmering light of countless screens that illuminates the city. These lights, like the bars of a cage, imprison young souls within.

Yao Ming, this giant, his voice once resonated throughout the basketball court, but now, with a hint of helplessness, it echoes in the empty conference room: "24 hours without screens, give the children a chance..." This voice is like a giant wave crashing against a reef, trying to awaken a sleeping society.

And on the other side, Jin Dong, the actor who has portrayed countless resolute characters on the screen, his brows furrowed, his gaze deep, as if he can see through the illusion of the screen: "Short videos, those fragmented pleasures, are devouring the future of our children..."

This is not alarmist. In this era, the minds of children are like unpolished jade, which should grow freely in the sun, but are prematurely confined within a square inch. They indulge in the clamor of the virtual world, escaping the responsibilities of the real world. Their eyes have lost their longing for the starry sky, their ears cannot hear the whispers of nature, and their hands no longer touch the fragrance of the earth.

The screen, which was originally a bridge connecting the world, has now become a high wall isolating reality. Children are cheering and jumping within the walls, unaware that outside the walls lies a much broader world. They chase fleeting excitement, forgetting lasting happiness.

This is a tragedy of modernity. Technological progress, which should have liberated mankind, has inadvertently created new shackles. We have created convenience, but we have also created dependence; we have pursued efficiency, but we have also lost patience; we have more, but we have also forgotten our original intentions.

In this huge screen city, everyone is like an isolated island. Children play on the island, adults work on the island, separated from each other by an invisible barrier. Communication becomes thin, understanding becomes difficult, and resonance becomes a luxury.

Should we reflect? While pursuing technological progress, have we neglected to care for humanity? Should we be vigilant? While enjoying a convenient life, are we losing something more precious?

This is not only a crisis for children, but also a crisis for the entire society. If we cannot break the prison of the screen, then what we will lose is not only the future of our children, but also our own souls.

Let the sunlight shine into the hearts of children again, let the breeze blow on their faces again, and let them feel the warmth of the real world again. This is the future we should pursue. This is the meaning of our existence.

Perhaps, Yao Ming's suggestion and Jin Dong's appeal are just faint flames, but a single spark can start a prairie fire. As long as each of us takes action, we can gather into a huge force, break the prison of the screen, and let the children regain their freedom.

Let the children be real children. Let them run in the sun, dream under the stars, roam in the sea of books, and grow in reality. This is the most precious gift we should give them.