Year after year

It felt like waking from a dream; it was already mid-March 2021. I hadn't started writing about this year after year, not because of a bad memory, but because I genuinely couldn't bring myself to write. This year at home made me deeply aware of what mental health and burnout truly mean—a life devoid of soul…

Packing my bags always fills me with inexplicable emotions. No matter how many places I've traveled to or how many sights I've seen, nothing can replace the feeling of home, no matter how beautiful the outside world may seem. Life is like a journey; different people accompany us along the way, and we see different scenery, but ultimately we all return home. 2019 was a long year…

This article has a rather complex timeline because it was completed in three phases. I originally planned to finish writing and publishing it before New Year's Day, but some events stirred my emotions, and a long-dormant cry awakened me. At the beginning of 2019, introspection felt like a deep wound, and I wanted to recover before publishing it, after all, previous years'...

2017 is almost over. Sitting on the plane back home, reflecting on the experiences and changes of the year, I'm filled with emotion. Since my trip to San Francisco at the beginning of the year, I've felt constantly driven forward by change. Even now, the final ripples haven't subsided. This is my second trip back home this year, and the most anxious I've been in the past five years…

Today is the first day of 2017, and I'm writing this in my journal on the flight back to Washington. First, an embarrassing thing: writing requires the right atmosphere, and the atmosphere on airplanes is usually quite soporific. I wanted to put on some music to help me get into the flow, but I realized I didn't have any headphones. I finally managed to find a pair of Apple headphones…

It seems I forgot to write about this year's "Year After Year." 2016 started off badly; on December 31st, the server was hacked, all content was deleted, affecting more than a dozen websites, including my own blog. After several weeks of repairs, all the websites were finally restored. …

I finally had some free time today and cleaned up my Weibo account. I found that many people's last update was in 2013 or 2014. It made me sigh; our generation has already left the ranks of the "mainstream" and entered a new, ordinary life. Actually, since graduating, I've rarely checked Weibo either; it feels like life has shrunk…

As is customary, I should have written "Year After Year" when 2015 arrived, but unfortunately, I simply couldn't find the time. Some things were missed, and that's that. This is my third year abroad, and I haven't been home for Chinese New Year for three years. Each year has its own reasons, but I vividly remember 2013…

After finishing yesterday's emotionally charged post, so many things have happened, and I've gained a lot of insights. While everything is still fresh, I'm recording them! And while I'm at it, I'll also write about the years that have passed—who told me to dig such a massive hole before, it'll probably take me a lifetime to fill it. This is my first time writing a blog post during the day, and I'm still quite unaccustomed to it; my previous days…

Originally, this "year after year" summary should have been done around the Spring Festival, but I've noticed the pace of change has shifted from a time-based concept of a year to a semester-based concept. It's graduation season again. A few days ago, I heard on Weibo that our college lost the final to the School of Accounting, a painful defeat…

I scrolled through Weibo before bed, and the screen was filled with news of snow in Hangzhou. Half a year away from home, the homesickness is growing stronger. This is my first time traveling so far from home, and I'm experiencing that feeling firsthand. 2012, a landmark year in my life, is coming to an end, and it's time to reflect and look to the future. 2012 from…

2009 has passed, time flies—2010, a year I couldn't have imagined, is now here. Two years have passed since I entered university, and many good habits I developed in junior and senior high school have disappeared. My life is becoming increasingly decadent and inefficient. Since 2005…