Blogs
- Shares The Depth of Summer
- In the depth of summer, the vigor of everything seems to reach its fusing point. The sound of birds is droopy, the shades of trees shrink, and one joke is that the sun protection masks have prevented leers at many girls whose faces are possibly attractive. However, if a person wants to get some rel ...
- Shares The Spirit of Ants
- The way a human lives his life may be divided into two natures: having a superfluity of things to do, and having a scarcity of those. The former makes the man regrettably give up some activities before he could perform the others adequately; the latter deprives gradually the meaning of life, just ...
- Shares Writing Independently
- These days I am horrified by the way AI scrutinizes my writings, of which every detail carries flaws, and I almost make up my mind to only write in Chinese and translate it into English as if the latter were still written by myself — after all, the thoughts and ideas are still mine, so that ...
- Shares Never Look Down on Anyone
- Days ago, I went on a trip to Beijing with my mom and an elderly couple who are our relatives. The elderly have little education, which I understood from the beginning. Although the grandmother was like this, her temperament and character were very good. However, her husband made me furious: his b ...
- Shares Living a Life of Ease
- Yu Minhong once quoted a popular question in his essay Living a Life of Ease : What can you abundantly do in one minute? He gave several examples: reading several hundred words of a book, doing dozens of sit-ups, and so on. He then criticized this line of thinking as “lust for quick success.” ...
- Shares The Terrifying AI
- Over a decade ago, with only the aid of a dictionary and largely relying on my own abilities, I wrote my first English article not meant for an exam. At the time, I was quite proud of myself, believing I could continue down this path. As it turned out, I became utterly absorbed in writing, and af ...
- Shares Love
- Love is the thing I yearn for most yet find most unattainable; I cannot even approach it anymore. Desire and despair are like unbreakable iron chains bound to my head and feet, cruelly dismembering me by pulling in opposite directions. My soul cannot live without love, like my life must ...
- Shares Illness
- From the moment we are born, we are “constantly” falling ill, and I am no exception. As the saying goes, “birth, aging, illness, and death” are inevitable parts of life, yet those who “pass away peacefully without illness” are truly rare. Recently, I caught a cold again—it started with a so ...
- Shares Mother & Dumplings
- My mom loves making dumplings—though perhaps “love” isn’t quite a proper word. It’s more like a kind of persistence, similar to how I obsess over English. It’s tiring work, yet she often can’t ignore it. Take today, for example. Once again, “always defying the usual,” she didn’t spend he ...
- Shares The Cat
- That skinny tabby cat might have passed away, as I didn ’ t see it today, while its physical condition wouldn ’ t have allowed it to simply wander off temporarily. If it did wander away, it likely went to some secluded corner to wait for its final breath. When it was still around, ...
