Ha, after finishing the writing, I discovered that there were actually comments left. Slimming leg essential oil www.ladywiki.net, and surprisingly, many people supported the opening without content. When writing about management, Comrade AMYCHEN even wrote two articles that could be used for leadership. That's truly amazing. With everyone being so considerate, I'm thinking whether we should turn this into a management forum for exchange or share some feelings. Tonight, I have no mood to talk about management. That's something within a 16-hour workday, but the time now is clearly beyond those 16 hours. So, I'll share some feelings.
Time leaves no trace, and life just passes by day by day. I always recall Zhu Ziqing's "Hastily". In my early years, during my university days or even until after I started working, I loved literature more than anything else, experiencing sensibility over rationality. But I don't know when sensibility drifted away from me. It occasionally surfaces in my heart, and all I can say is: why do our days never return once they're gone? During meals, time flows past the rim of the bowl; when drinking water, time flows past the water. Dear ones, why do our days never return once they're gone?
Ha ha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels, especially "The Storm" series. My favorite was actually a non-main character, "Huamanlou", from Gu Long's novels. A blind man, yet a man with grace and class, with a faint smile always on his face. I aspired to be such a man, but with the changing times, I've become the protagonist of my world. I also loved reading about the love between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "The Storm", which moved heaven and earth, bringing tears to my eyes.
I enjoyed even more writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings, especially during sudden autumn rains. Talking about how trees wish to stay still but the wind won't stop, and how children wish to care for their parents but they are no longer around. Nowadays, I can only enjoy those beautiful moments alone, deep into the night without any disturbance.
Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel like it has left deeper marks on me. Why do I say that?
I've seen people who have become more radical due to the passage of time, fighting against time. I've also seen frustrated people www.ladywiki.net who haven't adapted deeply enough to the passage of time. I am neither of these two types, but rather someone who adapts to time and forgets oneself. Time has changed me, but it's not obvious. It's not obvious because we have strangely unified within this time. Therefore, what it has given me is the deepest, yet hardest to express.
It is within such a passage of time that I follow it in the most flamboyant or perhaps the most silent way, trying to make small changes to it.
Adaptation itself is a form of silence!
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