Ha, after finishing the writing, I found there were actually comments, and many people applauded for the lack of content in the opening. When writing about management, Comrade Amy Chen wrote two pieces that could serve as leadership material. She's really amazing. With everyone giving her so much face, I was thinking whether it should become a management forum for exchange or if we should share some feelings. Tonight, I have no mood to talk about management. Questions like what food can help with breast enlargement at 28 years old are not something within a 16-hour workday; the current time is clearly beyond those 16 hours. So, I will share some feelings.
Time leaves no trace, life just passes by day by day. I always recall Zhu Ziqing's "Haste." In my early years, during university and even after starting work, I loved literature more than anything else, favoring emotional experiences over rationality. But I don't know when exactly, owner renovations adding five toilets affecting neighbors (image), emotion left me. Occasionally, it surfaces deep in my heart, and all I can say is: why do our days never return? During meals, time flows past the edge of the bowl; while drinking water, time flows past the water. Darling, why do our days never return?
Haha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels, especially "The Storm Riders". What I liked most was actually a non-main character, "Huamanlou" from Gu Long's novels. He was blind but an educated and elegant man, always with a faint smile on his face. I wanted to be such a man most, but times change, and I've become the protagonist of my world. I also loved reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "The Storm Riders", their earth-shaking and ghost-crying love made me shed tears.
I also loved writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings when the autumn rain came urgently. Talking about how trees want stillness but wind won't stop, children want to care for their parents but they're gone already. Nowadays, I can only enjoy these beautiful moments alone in the quiet depths of night, undisturbed.
Time leaves its mark on people, and I feel mine are heavier. Why do I say this?
I've seen people who became more radical due to time, fighting against it. I've seen frustrated people who haven't adapted deeply enough to time. I'm neither of these types, but I am someone who adapts to time and forgets myself in the process. Time has changed me, but it's hard to see. It's hard to see because we strangely align in this particular moment. So, what it gave me is the deepest, yet hardest to express.
In such times, following it with the most ostentatious or silent ways, trying to make small changes. Adapting itself is a kind of silence!