Ha, after finishing writing, I found that there were actually comments, and many people supported the opening without content. When writing about management, Comrade Amy Chen wrote two pieces of text that could be used as leadership material. She's really amazing. With everyone being so supportive, I'm thinking whether we should turn this into a management forum for exchange or share some feelings. Tonight, I don't have the mood to talk about management; that's something within a 16-hour workday, and this time clearly isn't within those 16 hours. So, I'll share some feelings. Time leaves no trace, life just passes by day by day, and I always think of Zhu Ziqing's "Haste". In my earlier years, during university or even until after starting work, I loved literature more than anything, favoring sensibility over rationality. But I don't know when sensibility left me, occasionally surfacing in my heart, only to let me say: why do our days never return? When eating, time flows past the edge of the bowl, when drinking water, time flows past the water, dear ones, why do our days never return?
Ha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels, especially the "Storm" series. My favorite was actually a non-main character from Gu Long's novels, "Flower Full Building". A blind man, but a well-mannered and elegant one, with a faint smile always on his face. I wanted to be a man like him, but times change, and I've become the protagonist in my world. I also loved reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "Storm", their love moving heaven and earth, bringing me to tears.
I loved writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings, especially when the autumn rain came down hard. Talking about how trees want stillness but the wind won't stop, and how children want to care for their parents but they are no longer around. Now, I can only enjoy these beautiful moments alone in the quiet depths of the night.
Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel mine are heavier. Why do I say that? I've seen people who have become more radical due to time, fighting against it. I've seen frustrated people who haven't adapted deeply enough to time. I'm not either of these types, but I am someone who adapts to time and forgets myself. Time has changed me, but it's not visible, because we have strangely unified at this moment. So, what it gives me is the deepest and hardest to express.
In such times, I follow it in the most extravagant or the most silent way, trying to make small changes to it. Adapting itself is a kind of silence!
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