Ha, after finishing the writing, I discovered that there were actually comments left before. Moreover, many people supported the opening without content. When writing about management, Comrade Amy Chen wrote two pieces of text that could serve as leadership material. That's truly amazing. With everyone giving so much face, I was thinking whether it should turn into a management forum for exchange or if we should share some feelings. Tonight, I have no mood to talk about management; that is something within a 16-hour workday. The time now is clearly beyond those 16 hours. So, I will share some feelings.
Time leaves no trace, and life just passes by day by day. I always recall Zhu Ziqing's essay "Haste." In my early years, during my university days, or even until after I started working, I loved literature more than anything else, favoring emotional experiences over rationality. But I don't know when exactly emotions drifted away from me, occasionally surfacing deep in my heart, only allowing me to say: Why do our days never return once they are gone? When eating, the days flow past the edge of the bowl; when drinking water, the days flow past the water. My dear, why do our days never return once they are gone?
Ha ha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels. My favorite was probably "Storms and Clouds." What I liked most was actually a non-main character from Gu Long's novels named "Flower Full Tower." He was blind but an educated and elegant man, with a faint smile always on his face. I aspired to be such a man, but as times changed, I became the protagonist in my own world. I also loved reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "Storms and Clouds," which moved heaven and earth, making me shed tears while reading.
I especially enjoyed writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings when the autumn rain came pouring down urgently. Talking about how the tree wants stillness but the wind won't stop, and how the child wants to support their parents but they are no longer there. Nowadays, I can only enjoy these wonderful moments alone in the quiet depths of the night when no one disturbs me.
Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel that the marks on me are heavier. Why do I say this?
I've seen people who become more radical due to time, resisting it fiercely. I've also seen frustrated individuals who haven't adapted deeply enough to time. I am not either of these types of people, but rather someone who adapts to time and forgets themselves in the process. Time has changed me, but it’s hard to see because we strangely align at this moment. Therefore, what it gives me is the deepest and hardest to express.
In such times, I follow them either in the most ostentatious or the most silent way, trying to make small changes. Adapting itself is a form of silence!
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