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It's all the phone's fault.

   Recently, I heard about a middle school student who committed suicide by jumping off a building because his parents confiscated his smartphone.

  I hate to hear such news. Young and middle-aged parents must be heartbroken, and families who have lost their children will be forever shrouded in darkness.

  Even adults struggle to control their phones, let alone children. Just look at the adults and children on buses, glued to their phones, posting on TikTok, listening to music, watching videos, and binge-watching dramas. It's as if the phone has become an extension of their bodies, as if it's their left and right hands, a piece of flesh hanging in front of their eyes.

  In this era of technological advancement, the cell phone has defeated the tape recorder, the camera, and the laptop. The cell phone is a superman, yet it's also a demon. It forces those who once stood upright to slowly bend over, making their cervical and lumbar spine unable to bear the weight of life. With technological advancements, people have more free time, time they could have used for exercise and study. However, this time has been usurped by poker and mahjong, and even poker and mahjong have finally lost to that palm-sized cell phone.

  I don't know if mobile phones are a devil or an angel, or perhaps both! It depends on how people use them.

  Smartphones are indeed wonderful; when shopping, you don't need to carry cash or cards, just your phone. Mobile phones are great; you don't need to pay for public transport, just swipe your phone. They've become omnipotent, an indispensable part of life.

  But everything has two sides, and mobile phones are no exception.

  On buses, people with headphones on, listening to music, block the doors, affecting passenger flow, and don't even know when they get off, missing their stop...

  Are mobile phones really that important? Are they truly a part of our hearts, making so many people so attached to them?

  Mobile phones are wonderful; they allow you to hear the voices of loved ones thousands of miles away, to see their faces as if they were right in front of you. Mobile phones seem to shorten the distance between people, but in reality, they create distance.

  Many people are physically close, yet they need to use mobile phones to express themselves and communicate. Families sitting together don't know how to start a conversation, and can only communicate through their phones.

  Many parents say they want to keep their children away from mobile phones, yet many parents themselves set a bad example by using mobile phones. When children are three or five years old, they cry and throw tantrums, so you give them a phone; when they are seven or eight, they cry and throw tantrums, so you give them a phone; when they are older, they cry and throw tantrums, and if you don't give them a phone, they rebel.

  Children can't live without mobile phones, and adults can forcibly take them away, but adults can't live without them.

  Teachers also say that children should stay away from mobile phones, computers, and radiation, returning to a green environment. However, some schools and teachers insist on assigning various mobile phone assignments, recommending or semi-forcing the installation of various apps that have little to do with learning, such as "Homework Box," "Read With Me," and online quizzes.

  If you do the homework, who can guarantee that the child won't browse other websites while doing it? If you don't do it, the school or teacher requires screenshots to be shared in group chats—isn't that making things difficult?

  Mobile phones are like money; everyone likes them, and everyone can't live without them. But how to treat mobile phones is a matter of personal choice. If you treat your mobile phone as a slave, I believe you can use it correctly. But if you unfortunately become a slave to your phone, I hope that when you can put it down, you can put it down and take control of your life.

  Control how often you use your phone and make it work to its fullest potential. Don't give your phone a reason to harm you, and certainly don't let it become a hidden killer.

  At this point, your phone might say, "I'm innocent! I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm not a killer. You're the ones who are obsessed with me, the ones who forced me to become a killer."

  Yes, mobile phones have only been developed and produced in the last decade or so, yet humanity, which has evolved for thousands of years, has succumbed to the allure of mobile phones in just a few decades. Whose fault is it?

  May you become the master of your phone, not its slave; may you use your phone's functions well, instead of being used by it.

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