Ha, after finishing the invention, I realized there were originally comments, and surprisingly, many people supported even though there was no content at the beginning. When writing about governance, AMYCHEN actually wrote two articles that could serve as guidance. That's really amazing.
With everyone being so supportive, I've been thinking whether it should turn into a management forum for exchange or if we should share some feelings. Tonight, I'm not in the mood to talk about management; that's something for when you work 16 hours a day. Clearly, this time doesn't fall within those 16 hours. So, let me share some thoughts with you.
Time leaves no trace.
Life just passes by day by day. I always think of Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry." Back in my youth, during university or even after starting work, I loved literature more than anything, valuing rationality over sentimentality. But I don't know when sentimentality left me, occasionally surfacing deep within, only to make me wonder: why do our days never return? While eating, time slips past the rim of the bowl; while drinking water, time flows past the water. Beloved ones, why do our days never return?
Ha, back then I loved reading literature and martial arts novels, especially "Storms." My favorite was actually a non-main character, "Hua Manlou," from Gu Long's novels. A blind man, yet a cultivated and gentle one, with a faint smile always on his face. I aspired to be such a man. But times have changed, and I've become the main character in my world. I also loved reading about the love story between Bu Jingyun and Xue Yuan in "Storms," their love moving heaven and earth, making me cry while reading.
I enjoyed even more writing letters to my family on rainy autumn evenings, especially during sudden autumn storms. Talking about how trees wish for stillness but the wind won't stop, how children wish to care for their parents but they are no longer around. Nowadays, I can only enjoy such beautiful moments alone, late at night, undisturbed.
Time leaves its mark on people, but I feel mine is heavier. Why do I say that?
I've seen people who grow more radical with time, fighting against the passage of years. I've seen frustrated individuals who can't even adapt deeply enough to the flow of time. I am neither of these two types, but I am someone who adapts to time, forgetting myself in the process. Time has changed me, but it's hard to see because we are synchronized in this shared moment. Therefore, what it has given me is profound, yet hard to express.
In such times, I follow along, either most ostentatiously or most silently, trying to make small changes.
Adapting itself is a kind of silence!
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