Ha, after finishing the writing, I found that there were actually comments left. Moreover, many people applauded for the opening without content. When writing about management, Comrade Amy Chen wrote two pieces of texts that could be used by leaders, which is really amazing. With everyone being so supportive, I am considering whether to turn it into a management forum for exchange or to share some feelings. Tonight, I don't have the mood to talk about management. That's something within a 16-hour workday. The current time is obviously not within those 16 hours. So, I will share some feelings. Time leaves no trace, and life just passes by day by day. I always think of Zhu Ziqing's "Hastily". In my early years, during my university days or even after starting work, I loved literature more than anything else, experiencing sensibility over rationality. But I don't know when sensibility left me. Occasionally, it appears in my heart, and all I can say is: Why don't our days return? When eating, the days flow by the edge of the bowl; when drinking water, the days flow by the water. Darling, why don't our days return? Haha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels, especially "Storms of the Wind and Clouds". My favorite was actually a non-main character, "Flower Mansion", from Gu Long's novels. A blind man, but a well-educated and elegant man, with a faint smile always on his face. I most wanted to be such a man, but as time changes, I have become the main character in my world. I also love reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "Storms of the Wind and Clouds", which moves heaven and earth and makes ghosts weep. I cried while reading it. I also love writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings when the wind and rain come suddenly. Talking about how the tree wants to be still but the wind won't stop, and how the child wants to support their parents but they are no longer around. Nowadays, I can only enjoy this wonderful time alone in the quiet of night when no one disturbs me. Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel like the marks on me are heavier. Why do I say that? I've seen people who become more radical because of time, fighting against it. I've seen frustrated people who cannot adapt deeply enough to time. I am not either of these types of people, but I am someone who adapts to time and forgets myself. Time has changed me, but it's not obvious. It's not obvious because we have strangely unified at this moment. Therefore, what it gives me is the deepest and hardest to express. It is within such times that I follow it in the most ostentatious or the most silent way, trying to make small changes. Adaptation itself is a kind of silence! Related articles for reprint: Honest Winning (Hu Rong). This article is reprinted from the Fastest Rebate Network http://www.zuikuaifanli.com.