The Tragedy of Madness
Abstract：Before the Spring Festival, I returned to my hometown, and my childhood friend told me that Chen Fengzi had died two weeks ago. Two days before his death, many people heard him shouting in his house—sometimes crying out in pain, sometimes shouting for help, and more often speaking in mad words, never stopping for a moment, continuing for about two days, and then he fell completely silent. No one knew whether it was a manic episode or some other acute illness, but this does not matter. Death is a good thing for him, a form of liberation; for us, it means we no longer have to live in constant fear. Chen Fengzi was the same age as my childhood friend, once a playmate and classmate in childhood. However, from his tone, it seemed like a sense of relief, not like someone mourning the departure of a childhood companion or the loss of a vibrant life.
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Publication Date：2025-06-20
Online Publishing Date：2025-08-15(First online date of this platform, not the publication date of the document)
Pages：2( 65-66 )