2025 Year in Review: Between Near and Far

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The lights are near, and the years of Yamakawa are far away. This is what we have been doing so far and so far.

The questions in this article can also be addressedHow did this blog get to be like this?、The Illustrated Guide to a Ph.D.How the concept of a relatively close read together is developed in different contexts.

Sequence. Old story.

— To remember where it came from, you know where it is.

The present is a miracle of life and never let every present become a stoppage of past values in the name of the future.

This is a summary of the past, and we hope to use it to confront the present, which is now in the shadow of the future, so as to reduce the self-doubt, reflection and reflection that now exists. Try to live in the present, not in the future.

This is the first copy of the article from talkI'm sorry. Perhaps these are the best beginnings and summaries of the article, and explain why it was written down.

This is the first article I've written to myself since I started my station in December 2025. I don't know where to start, but I always thought I should write something. Maybe you can make a little rule for yourself: write a year-end review every year. And this article starts with 2025, and it turns out more than 20 years ago -- not necessarily wonderful, but all I've come to. Memory is faded, write it down while you remember it.

It's funny, it was created early in the year, actually, late in July. The year-end summary is a mid-year summary, although the problem is not so much.

It's probably a time-series run-of-the-book, and it's probably boring.

I changed the sentence slightly with AI and apparently not very smooth. There may be a lot of strange accounts, but that's my thinking.

Vol. I, in front of the court

I've seen the light in front of the court. I've seen the world.

In April 2003, I was born. I am not from any prosperous city, Luoyang is itself a triad; I was born and raised in a place that is only a town-urban union. If we were to talk about this, the word “normal” would probably summarize my origins. There is no amazing family, no mines, no wonder; fathers are ordinary workers, and the former are ordinary workers and farmers. There is no "crack room, gold." SARS was perhaps the most profound public memory of the year in China, but for my small town it left a little bit of a climate of terror that did not really interrupt my life.

It's hard to remember so long. I almost forgot everything about those years, and I could only use the photos to get back a little bit of memory.

I think my body as a child is probably the beginning of a sports activist: I should be more sick. Better now, not strong, not strong, but at least not every time we get to the flu season, and occasionally we can go to the gym. It's a lot better than when I was a kid. I've had very little of the disease since junior high, and I've been in great care at home.

I'm going to go through the memory memory of the last few years and I'm going to go to Hainan for the first time. More than 20 years ago, a small town family was able to travel like this, at least to show that my material life was not bad. As for this trip, I've lost all my memories, but guess what.

And one thing I remember is 2008, The Wenchuan earthquake and the Olympic Games both occurred that year. I should have been sleeping at noon on the day of the earthquake, and I got shaken out of bed by the shock. There's still a shock a thousand miles away, and it's hard to imagine what it's like. I remember being out in the woods for hours; of course, the aftershocks couldn't have affected that far. The earthquake followed the 2008 Olympics. For a generation, it was a day worth remembering. But don't expect a five-year-old to understand what it means: I just remember it was a visual feast, and it was a kind of a pole. Different cultures have different aesthetics, but some beauty is common, and that is it.

Speaking of people, it's hard to remember who I met in kindergarten. I live in a small place, where kindergarten and primary schools are in small neighbourhoods, about 50 and 200 metres away from home. Many of the people who are known in kindergarten will continue to meet in primary school; those I can remember now are probably still in contact. Since the forgotten has been forgotten, most will always be remembered, no specific names will be included here. Now look back, it's probably a good day. Society is developing rapidly, and what I could feel was that life around me seemed to be more hopeful than it was, and that development would cover up everything.

Volume Two, out.

I'm a member of the court.

I've got a lot of memories in primary school; the kindergarten thing is really hard to remember, and there's so much fun in primary school. There was no stress in learning (and there is no comparison with the current primary school students) and there was nothing to do. At least at my place, we don't have to take the exams, we have a lot of time to play, try something, do something that doesn't have a purpose.

First, school. There's probably a lot of shit left. Odium was a hot-hot after-school study and probably a place where many primary school children spent their time in prison. I don't understand the growth rate of the water pools and the plumes in the ponds while pouring water. Then, after the undergraduate level, real higher mathematics was taught, and then the primary school numbers were turned back, and it was just boring. And here I am, it trains a mathematical instinct that doesn't understand the nature of the subject, not the math itself.

English is also an interesting topic. My English has been a mess since primary school, and this is about the language talent of the individual, the circumstances of the time. Language learning is more dependent on quality education resources and on upbringing from an early age. I'm not as good at jail as I am at primary school. Runaways are the best option when there is no short-term positive feedback from this matter. I've been skipping classes, actually not much English. But it's no problem, at least for me, that English is not hard to get to in primary school.

And look at the extracurricular interest class. I have learned art and chess in mind, and unfortunately, from the results, it's a mess. The greatest achievement of art is the drawings of a very ordinary watercolor, from which I have left little aesthetic ability. A three-line urban-rural art class would be useful if teachers could teach them how to do that. Chess is a pure mind game, and it takes a lot of training to get a little grades, but I don't really like it that much, like, just down to amateurs? It seems that these extracurricular interests leave me little to write, but the process is not wasted: math, foreign languages, and these interests, they always leave something. Maybe a flag, hoping to get English spoken and hearing to normal levels in 2026.

The primary school was indeed full of learning, and it was time to write the last section and go back to school itself. It was a small primary school, but in those years, it was a good setup. New blackboards, embedded electronic screens, playgrounds and wall tigers. The school has a small font building, with different grades scattered on different floors; standing upstairs looking down from the well, it can see trees and the beating of young students. Most courses are not interesting, but they are not difficult. Learning, homework, disturbance and examinations form the whole of memory. Extra-curricular books are a little bit of a thing, but it's early, there's little time for self-study, a little bit of a fight, and it's over. I didn't get much impressions in the elementary school curriculum, and the only regret was not learning well at that time. It's actually interesting to write codes, but I didn't study.

The most fun is playing in primary schools: double breaks, more than five o'clock, computers in the home, at least first free in video games. Whether it's the Moor, the Sal, Ora Star, the 4399 Flash games, or Minecraft, LoL, Red Police, the CF, it was fun for me. I do like to have the pleasure of playing, as can be seen from the way I play when I was a kid. As for the PvP competition, I've only been a cripple since I was a kid. Now I'm still going to go to the MC for a spin. From 1.5.0 to 1.8.1, I became a half-industrial god from a new player who could not understand basic survival. Unfortunately, the industry is already complicated with the integration package and the AE, which I don't understand at all. The time and play of the Internet-based agent MC was sealed, and probably that was the end of a long period of MC life. You can't ask a 10-year-old to get credit cards and agents and go play the real ones.

Travel is the happiest thing, both now and then. Primary school is the stage where I go out most often: to the nearby Mount Wang Po, White Cloud, Mount King, to exercise and to see clouds and waters; to sunlight, Qingdao, Yellow Island, to see the sky and the sun rise; and to Beijing to see the palace and climb the Wall. Summer break and long break in primary school is a good time to travel. Every place has its own food: duck roast, meat, seafood and a carbs. Now, often, read the output of AI, and think about "Read the rolls, walk the miles," and that's probably the point of the mile: go through the life that others are going through, and look at different landscapes and stories. There are many that have not been seen, and I hope to see and experience them slowly. Those things don't have to work right away, but they could be a little inspired one day.

The chapter ends with a chat. I'm in two classes in the grade, total 80, right? The class leader is a good learner and a cute young; there are many sports masters who can play basketball, football, ping-pong; and some shy little friends. I was a little friend at the time; there were a few players still in touch. And some people didn't go to junior high with me. Our junior high school was really bad, but at that age, leaving home was not what I wanted. The female is also a standard configuration for each class, as well as class figures and social terrorists. I have been in the class in a position of neither backward nor steepness, which means calm, and I still hope that calm will remain. (Let's go: Lee, Zhao, Yang, Wei, Ray, Zhang, Yang, Ma, Zhang X2, Chung, Purple, Ma, Lee. I hope I remember them again. That QQ Quartet has been silent for years, how did it become 25 people?

We've been talking a lot of boring stories, but we've been putting together a few more. It seems like a normal six years, but from now on I have had far more freedom than I realized: to travel to different places every year to reach different environments and people; to be in various kinds of video games; to remain on the middle side, with little or no extra class, and occasionally up a little bit. None of these are great things, a little miracle to me personally, and they set the tone for me later. I am not the kind of person who puts all his energy on a question, and I do not necessarily get to the top in one area. I'll spread out, I'll get to the different issues; it's worth it to me. I'll find it slowly, I should.

Forget external demands and pressures, keep curious about everything and explore; let outsiders help me think, but finally it is up to me to make bold judgments and decisions based on knowledge and understanding of the problem. Learn more quickly about different areas and think about the intersections between them. It's me in 2026 and me in 2015. Maybe childhood's been a factor in my later choices. I don't care if I make mistakes. It's worth more than nothing.

Volume III. Cyan-Cing-Cing

The wind is coming, and the heart is coming.

This chapter is six years of secondary school. The overall picture is flat, and setbacks on the road are inevitable, but not insurmountable. In those six years, the biggest challenge I've had was to get to school: middle and high. They were standing there as if they were unprecedented; now they look back and look ordinary. Or try to go back and look at yourself.

As stated earlier, my kindergarten, primary school and junior high school are within 500 metres of the house. The junior high school is a common, public school. It's a little trashy in high school, to be exact. I should have dropped it after two years of graduation. I mean, who's gonna let the kids go there? I was just here because I was close to home. I'm not a very focused person, but a more relaxed atmosphere is good: I could take time to try something that's so bad, like playing guitar in junior high school for two years or playing with Lego, which I barely insisted on. Unfortunately, my eyes were limited, I didn't try something I might really like, and I left only a few pages of a five-line spectrum that lacked rest.

Junior high is a new beginning. There is little continuity in teaching materials and courses, and every subject has to be re-teached. I'm still midstream, if you look at school results, and I seem to be doing it all the time. The first two years of learning are not so stressful, and travel is still something I like and can do. Yours is the Yellow Fruit Falls; the Chibasai Sichuan, a home of light from the top of the mountain; the mother Sea, which has been first managed and clear; the town of Lijiang, which is well-broadened commercialized but still sees the wind and earth; and the Jade Dragon Mountain, which is the first time I have reached that high altitude, and feels good. There's a chance, maybe somewhere higher, to see if there's a better view. It's hard to describe how I feel when I travel, and it's probably what it means to travel a million miles.

Still have to learn. In fact, learning is the main line of action in these years, and I may be a man of old age, because video games are the same as in primary school. When I walk on the main line, these irrelevant feeders always take part of life. Learning at school is not very interesting, and the curriculum itself is not much fun. Most notably, the English language remedial course. Thank you, Tacheer Ding, for pulling my English out of the mud, and I finally stopped hating the subject and even being able to look at it. The scores are not clear, but the upper examination is 130 in English, CET-6 513, and the English is no longer holding me back. Then Ding did big enough, she was a really good teacher.

The pressure was high. In terms of the past years, I can only go to a high school, which is the focus of the province, if I have to rank between 5 and 10 in a hundred. I think Luoyang has five? But the real rate of advancement is only three; only Loré and Axis I can see when I graduate from high school, and the rest is just a drop.

I should have mentioned before that I was in school at midstream level, about 30 to 40. There is nothing to tell about the rest of the story, and I'm beginning to know how important this achievement is to me. Failure will not kill me, but it may die a little. I'm learning in a systematic manner, trying to do my best to learn English and mathematics; I'm a representative of history, studying ancient and modern history (historic books may be the most valuable volume of books, and history will show that people have not changed much for thousands of years); and I'm also studying other disciplines. I showed a little tectonic talent and I worked hard. Physical, chemical, biological is easy for me, and understanding of natural patterns seems to be more of a definition than understanding.

It was the longest year I've ever remembered. For the first time, a long-term effort was made to achieve a goal, and some good friends were made available. I ended up at the top of Lorsch, and I got the best high school grades. My classmates were doing well, better than they were in previous years; they were even getting mid-year assessments, even lower-class students than I was. Unfortunately, there will be no more junior high school stories here, and it is still the one with only one person on the line.

High school days are both boring and fresh. I first went to school, first stay in school and only return once a week; first used to a canteen; first entered a completely unknown environment, knowing completely unknown people (in junior high school, many students were in elementary school because of the drawing of films); first military training; first survival in a prison-like school (water-coupling model), etc. First time a lot, but nothing's not too bad. It seems like I can only have one day to adapt to a new bed and a strange environment, and try to melt into it.

I'm still in the bottom of the class. It's no big deal. I met a lot of new friends in class 20, including the nurseries and the lovely lefts that are still in business. Six months of time has turned a group of strange children into a whole and they have to say goodbye to each other. I moved to Science 9 and met with old Xu, Zhang Jai, Wu Yu and Liu. I may never really fit in, or I may have grown up in high school. I've never been under much pressure at home, but I feel like I need to get grades, go to a good university, get more resources and find partners with my peers. I've given most of my time to study. I'm not a gifted man, I hope.

The variables occurred at the end of 2019, and perhaps every Chinese remembers it. We used stolen mobile phones to paint news about Wuhan, an unknown virus is breaking out, no one knows what it is, no one knows what it means. The rhythm of life and learning has been interrupted by the epidemic, which has changed the fate of many people, and probably me. It did not disappear in the summer without knowing, as it did in SARS 2003, but had been between repression, calming, mutation and counter-opping for years. A few months later, I went back to school. I don't know if I've had enough time to learn freely; we can't even predict a future that a former man has not experienced.

The C.O.C. arrived in peace and ended in peace. Although it may be full of mistakes, I don't think I regret it. Wu Yui joined the army; some went to Hunan University, others went to central South, Suzhou, co-workers, etc. I hope these are all their satisfactory choices.

I've also gone through a lot: I've been taking different courses online, and I've been taking some remedial classes of my own choice. I hope they work, but they're not that important now. I went to some of the Sian e-information prisons, studied in the math department; then I went to the pit count, and then I went on the last road. Fate may not have given me the best choice, but at least brought me here. P.s. is also the year of the 90th anniversary, thanks for the letter of admission to the light-sprinkled building, which is completely out of print, and in 2026 it was all a page.

There was no travel at the high school level. In a sense, it is itself a practice. These three years have gone on very fast, as if all the time had been spent on learning; and it has been too slow to see the different people and to go through a lot. It is part of life, painful, but it cannot be said to be fruitless. The graduation trip made me feel free again. I flew from Zhengzhou to Dunsung, and went east to see the murals, the sand, the salt fields and the highlands lakes. It's nature and the power left behind.

A general student, from a junior high school of garbage to a top-notch high school, then from a bottom-up to the top of 100 — a cliché that is probably not read by anyone.

Volume IV. Negative

It's not far away. The future is long.

It's like I graduated just after school. Four years, what have I done? After the general goal of the SAT, I have to find my own direction and future. The lost are the main lines of these years, but always do something in the lost. Keep curious about everything, and meet your curiosity first. The university's attempts in all directions should start here. Never Stop Learning.

The math class is not that stressful, which gives me the opportunity to spend time on other things. It's really hard to learn math; I wasn't very good at math in high school, and I probably should study physics or computer science, and I don't need to jump out of math. It is appropriate as a training of minds, not as a pressure to solve the classic problems of history in order to pass an examination. In fact, my first year's grades seem to be a mess, but they're not that important.

I went back to MC, LoL, and I went back to the new pit of "The God of the Oracle." When you have no new stories to experience for a while, you can go through others' stories in the virtual world, which is also a reading. We've got the XDUCraft, restarting the rehabilitation project; the creation of a new association failed, but you still have a place to play together. I started writing codes, and I got a little fun from them, and maybe I should keep going in junior high.

I met my new roommates and people in the club, and I met with an old friend who came to Sian. Top 3? It was a rare free time, like springs that were suddenly blown up after being pressed, and it was intense, but it was fast. A year has passed.

I might really have to do something. S springs for a year, enough already. I may find myself in need: more opportunities to try and more time than four years. After all, I need a chance to study. The next step is clear: without delaying daily play and attempts, while getting better results, participating in extracurricular competitions (by name of Cianmensai University). It's been about two years, and of course, two years, and there's a lot of interesting stories, and it's been a while.

I met Shimmer when I was working with the Messa. I'm still a good friend. He is indeed a master of English; by contrast, my mute English is completely on the side of the road. Overall, it was a good experience: I tried to solve a problem with applied mathematics, and I got a good grade in three days. And more importantly, I find myself not into the trophies of the equation. Applied mathematics is probably not my preferred direction. I don't know what I like, but I'll get rid of what I don't like. After that, I quickly found myself moving to statistics or data science to find a common solution behind different problems. Shimmer went to America in my graduation year and returned to study in 2026. It is really hard to move, but it seems to be a worthwhile experience.

CY and MY ran away after the first year: a computer to drum, a network to enter, is a fun choice and a good person. After four years of happy studies, the CY went to Hangzhou Institute, and we can now play MC; MY went to ZJU after graduation, did it really good and kneel; WF chose to study BCI, and now it's probably still working overtime at CIBR, and this is probably the right way. CYZ and Lyh are also nice people, and I'm supposed to be the best girls in class? This is a scientific and technical institution with a significant gender imbalance, and indeed, at least in this regard, is Qinghua. It is true that some people I don't like very much, but very few; generally, everyone is good, and those who are unhappy don't mention it.

I looked at the rest of the picture and laughed. I was curious about everything, the night the stars lit the light, the train slowly drove back to the garage, and the next day there was a beautiful evening, and of course it was hot. I'm a good guy to go to the whole shipping party and watch the game with WCY. The WCY finally came to shore after four years of stomping, with love power, World War II; the rest of the dorms were single dogs. I met the school tutor, and she named me a single SOLO project. The national level of the Academy is a real low threshold, and here @DXM, she's got you playing less games and more serious things. School has a nice moon cake, but it's a little small.

A holiday with two classmates who have played together since kindergarten and primary school. We went to the Goose Tower, and indeed, the Goose Tower was nothing to look at; walking on the walls of hot summers, running away from the gates of light, completely hot. Old Sian barbecues were then tried and often bought back, with a very high value for money. It seems that the firepots of the Sunshine heavens and earth were gathered together several times. He ran a temple meeting, but he seemed to have run out of food and only had a bowl of noodles. Because the gym class went up the hill again and went straight to the tummy. A family of unnamed lamb stews was later eaten, and a visit to the Palace of Ayamiya site was followed by a meal of Wesley Hamburg. It's all about eating.

It's supposed to be 11 vacations. Family's still playing around in Sian. It's good to meet Chang An, though he's in the mall; I went to eat with Shimmer on my pre-grad birthday. In the autumn, the sea of the clouds and moons, the bright evenings, the golden, silver-glazed carpets that were washed up for days, and the people of the night. The school festival produced a small gift with a small electric power and a one-dollar set; I also bought a very popular collection of school day stamps. Then the fall ends and winter snow is coming.

I'm afraid the Sian people will not forget the winter of early 2022, which is the double winter of nature and man. We have experienced a long school seal: suspension of classes, snowfield nucleic acid, repeated delays by the teaching department in the Internationalization of the If else final exam until the first few days before we were able to get back to school. Society is trapped in a horror, but people do not stop. I can still cook noodles in my dorms, and fry eggs and lunch meat for dinner; snow is being trampled out of a bunch of white footprints, and the library's Turing gives us peace fruits. The seal will always be over. I can also have lunch in Luoyang and friends as children, and I can spend the happiest sea lantern in the virtual world, and I can take pictures of them in the masts. Miracles always happen.

The end of the year of liberalization and group immunization is another story. At least then I was in a warm home; or, or, the story was going on in 2026. I was admitted to hospital in mid-June 2023.

The clouds of Tai White Hill and the early South Gate constitute a simple journey; ice-cooked sheep and an unimpressed firepot are also delicious. And thanks to WCY for the moon cakes, he didn't draw the prizes for the next few years. Later I looked bored: I played a lot of games on Xbox, picked out a good restaurant in the canteens (Yo Yiu, Hunan and the crotch) and started to buy two new twat-flavored fried sauces with a couple of roommates. And ran to the Suan Xin district for the SAS competition, unfortunately, it was pretty cool in the AI era.

I soon got a new node: a finalist, who should consider where to go. What's this story again? I might have gotten used to it. I've never been awarded a scholarship, but I've been worried about my trip to Wuhan University three or four months later. It's a good ending, because I've never tried so hard. But the back of Wu Da is a big, crazy score. I had a Hangzhou winer in Hangzhou for months, walked in West Lake, and walked at Wuhan's after-step hotel. The rest is good, and the process is difficult.

The last year may be the most relaxed one, and it has also been much more interesting than before. The flash of Xu Shuu-Nu's Respiratory Field (still missing the ticket); and the first show in life, Live, Chili Chill, is a good meat piece. He went to the WCY, WYF, DXM, spent four years first, and then he ate the Weaver? Before Shimmer left, I went to the World Tree in Vientiane City, ate Barnu at IKEA, and the next meeting was a year later. And Lyk went to the cattle ribs to help his boss, and he got a lesson, and he got a hell of a hangover. Anyway, it was a very relaxed day, and it was no stress. I'm relaxing and looking for new directions. AI is crushing traditional data analysis, and I didn't even think about it until I read The Second Half.

Graduation! We took funny, serious and less serious graduation photos. I was at the first graduation party in the school and I got in. And most of the people who know them -- the WYF, the WCY, the DXM, the LXM, the GL, and the MC -- have taken a lot of pictures, as if they hadn't done that in four years. On the day of the official ceremony, I also took a photo with MY, CY, and then went to West China to play, and I took a graduation photo under "Swords for the Nation" and along with LyC, LyK. I think it's all collected. Four years have ended, perhaps the most rich. There's four years left. See anything more than that?

It's already a miracle of the past.

Vol. V. Far

And the more far away, the deeper the question is, the closer you go, the closer you know.

This chapter should not be too long. By the end of 2025, only four months are available. Just write about the 2026s, after all, the Chinese are New Year's, and spring is only a year.

I came to WHU, sat almost four hours high iron. Packing, drapes, new roommates, eating in the new cafeteria. Nothing is particularly memorable. It's a flat start. What am I going through? I've thought about it, maybe going away from the traditional statistics and spending time on AI Agent. Just for fun.

It was not the opening ceremony that first came, but the two days of school travel to Beijing. The car to Beijing is faster than Luoyang. It's crazy. Let's not say what we're doing after. It's been fun to go to the Geographic. I was a little bit of a go-ahead at the meeting? Less than two months ago, I learned to play the whole game. CH seemed a little bitter, but later on, cooperation was pleasant. And then he got a nice East slope. The food is pretty good, and everything is good if I don't get the check. That's my philosophy.

It's been 10 years since last time in Beijing. I'm going back to the Oracle while I still have time. After years, the young people are gone, and they always have a new feeling. Without an appointment, we'll take a bus through Changan Street to see the man who's gone by. GL and YF were taken by the way, but it was less than three months before the last meeting, not long. And had dinner with the teacher. Why do you think of that meal? Because I was just doing the medical crossovers.

The story after school is flat. Studying in a regular manner, trying to eat something that was not eaten, visiting the Yellow Crane Building with parents, reading the clocks and the swords. The Hillhill Revolution Museum happens to be closed, but there are also a few stories of the past that can be seen from the red bricks. The street is a fully commercial walk, as is the case in Mansung Street; however, the food in the Grand China winehouse is considered to be troupe. I ate WHU and WHUT's moon cakes and had a few meetings with my high school classmates in Wuhan. The song of the sky moon is about to end, and I have to say, it's a good version, and that September was his beginning. I've seen many stories worth seeing, I love stories.

At the end of October, I ran a bus trip to CNCC 2025. Harbin in October was so cold that he was forced to use the short sleeves of a feather suit for the northern winter, which was only online for a week. The orange sunset and the blue sky can be seen on the plane. The HD6 Museum has many interesting paintings; Sophia's church is very good and suitable for photographs; 731 is an unforgettable memory and a microcosm of 14 years of war; there are ice-free worlds, seagulls that dance freely in the Sun Island landscape, and small town buildings left behind by Russia's invasion.

Harbin is not expensive to live and eat, but there is no shortage of places to see. It's a good choice to come here in the late season. There is certainly not only ice in the northeast, but everyone who lives on this land.

November was a happy month. S16 The unprecedented Triple Crown, my first line of sight at a cinema, my second trip to Hanguchi Beach, was all crowded this month. Try the usual little Russian meal, the youths on the street of Jianghan Road - my soul may no longer be young. Overtime in the RU Building until 12 o'clock to handle the Agent Dev; and in winter, the super-team at the dumpling shop. I also went to Zhongzhou to watch Gitas, walls and museums that are worth visiting; to travel on boats, rides, to watch sunsets in East Lake; and to see Wu Da's school and student creative moments.

I started my first internship this year, and I'm going to write a new blog on technical thinking. But the most striking impression of this internship was that on December 31st, that hot pot. Before spring break, me and my friends had hotpots, roasted fish, put on spring joints, and were ready to leave.

On the spring break, I went to climb the mountain again with my childhood friend. This time it's not done, and one year of exercise is still working. 1,300 dynamic kilocalories a day, which is the most I've ever consumed; the morning lamb soup is completely unloaded, and at night it's all still starving, and six people go to eat an eight-person meal. It's another year of the Light Festival, and it's a very happy and worth remembering for a few days. It's like you're getting older and you're getting to know everything. Maybe adults need fairy tales more.

It seems like the year has gone by little, but I'm doing it, of course. I'm still doing AI Agent. Statistics make the data itself valuable, and AI Agent turns Next Token Production into something useful to people. I think I can really do something, and some of the technical blogs are the appearance of my ideas. I still have a little bit of blind confidence in myself.

The story always ends in a place. This story begins in April of the spring, and it ends before the next spring. When spring blossoms, we'll talk about next spring.