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Tragedy of the Century: The Lullaby‘s Abrupt End

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In 2000, the dawn of the new century pierced the sky. Amidst the silence, a baby's cry announced the arrival of a new life. He was born under the spotlight, crowned the "Century Baby," seemingly carrying the blessings and expectations of the entire era. The media's flashbulbs followed every moment of his growth; his life was preset on a bright and smooth path.

However, fate, the ruthless playwright, wrote the word "tragedy" on the title page of the script with the cruelest stroke.

Twenty-four years later, in the chill of spring, the warm sunlight couldn't withstand the frost of the world. The life that had been placed with infinite hope, like a shooting star, streaked across the sky and suddenly fell. What was left was endless grief and unanswerable questions.

His mother, a woman weathered by hardship, accused the indifferent world in a hoarse voice: "This is medical malpractice! My child, he shouldn't have left like this!"

Her words, like a sharp knife, pierced the calm surface. The carefully nurtured "Century Baby," after five days of fever, withered quietly in an unknown corner like a fragile seedling.

The hospital corridor was cold and long. Under the incandescent light, the mother's figure was stretched, distorted, and desperate. She had imagined countless times that her child would grow up, start a family, and live a happy life. But now, everything has turned into a bubble.

In the cold morgue lies a symbol of an era, the hope of a family, a vibrant life. On his young face, there remained a longing for life and a vision for the future. But all of this has frozen, fixed at this tragic moment.

This is not only a family tragedy, but also the sorrow of this era. Behind the prosperous city, amidst the喧嚣 of public opinion, the fate of individuals seems so small and fragile.

The fall of the "Century Baby" is like a mirror, reflecting the indifference and cruelty of society. We are accustomed to pursuing grand narratives, but often ignore the small individuals. We are immersed in the torrent of the times, but forget that every life deserves to be respected and cherished.

When the lullaby stops abruptly, and the light of hope is extinguished, should we stop and think, and reflect? What is the truth behind this tragedy? How should we change this cold reality?

This "Tragedy of the Century" is not only a mourning for a life, but also a questioning of this era. It reminds us that while pursuing progress and development, we should not forget that every life should be treated with tenderness.