Ha, after finishing the writing, I found that there were actually comments left. Moreover, many people showed up for the opening without any content. When writing about management, Comrade Amy Chen actually wrote two pieces of text that could be used by leaders. That's really impressive. With everyone being so considerate, I was thinking whether we should turn it into a management forum for exchange or share some feelings. Tonight, I don't have the mood to talk about management. That is something within a 16-hour workday, and this time clearly doesn't fall within those 16 hours. So, let me share some feelings. Time leaves no trace, life just passes by day by day. I always think of Zhu Ziqing's "Haste". In my early years, during college or even after starting work, I loved literature more than anything else, valuing sensibility over rationality. It's just that I don't know when sensibility left me. It occasionally surfaces in my heart, and all I can say is: why do our days never return? When eating, time flows past the edge of the bowl; when drinking water, time flows past the water. Darling, why do our days never return? Haha, back then I loved reading literature and wuxia novels. My favorite was probably "The Storm", but what I liked most was actually a non-main character from Gu Long's novels - "Huamanlou". A blind man, yet a cultured and elegant one, with a faint smile always on his face. What I wanted most was to be such a man. But as times changed, I became the main character in my world. I also loved reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "The Storm", which moved heaven and earth, making me cry while reading. I also loved writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings, especially when the autumn wind and rain came suddenly. Talking about how trees want to stay still but the wind won't stop, and children wanting to care for their parents who are no longer around. Nowadays, I can only enjoy those wonderful moments alone at night when no one disturbs me. Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel like mine are heavier. Why do I say that? I've seen people become more radical due to time, fighting against it. I've seen frustrated people who haven't fully adapted to time. I'm not either of these types, but rather someone who adapts to time and forgets themselves in the process. Time has changed me, but it's not visible. It's not visible because we have strangely unified in this period. Therefore, what it has given me is the deepest, yet hardest to express. It is in such times that I follow it in the most ostentatious or silent way, trying to make small changes. Adaptation itself is a form of silence! Related articles for reprinting: Friendship gifts to all comrades here. This article is reprinted from the Fastest Rebate Network http://www.zuikuaifanli.com.