Another day, after returning to Beijing, a pop-up window appeared on my Beijing Health Kit. I couldn't buy any train tickets. And the government called me and sent messages every day to threaten me and wanted me in quarantine, even if I I'd been taken a test at least every three days (you are not even allowed to take the bus without the result). They also called my father and asked, "Where did you go?" He said, "You know better than me." (Because everything is shown in the tracing App.) "Have you taken the Covid test?" "It is shown in the App." "We can't see it." "Because your position is not high enough." "Thank you for your cooperation." This kind of conversation happens every single day. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming; I still can't go home. Even if it's just one stop by train. Looking up to see the moon Looking down, I miss my hometown.