Hello, my name is Wang Zhibo.
I am now on the first floor of a 33-story building. You will ask, according to the plot, it should be the roof? What I want to say is that I am afraid of heights, of course, the elevator is broken, and I live on the first floor and can't get to the top of the building... This opening statement is a bit sudden, is this a technical blog? You don't mind, now I just want to use the keyboard to pull out the fetters in my heart over the past few years, and add a preface to my blog by the way.
I have been working for more than eight months since I graduated from undergraduate -> postgraduate entrance examination -> graduate school. These ordinary years have been filled with thrilling, unwillingness and too many regrets that belong to me, and I can hardly recognize myself until now. "In the future, you will thank yourself who is working hard now." For me, it is impossible for me to thank myself for "desperately" in the past few years, because everything now is not what I want. Now the visceral laughter only spews out occasionally when I'm with my college buddies, yes, spews.
"All of us are like actors, deceiving ourselves in wandering. On the one hand, we embrace endless ideals, and on the other hand, we feel hesitant for the future. Under the pull of these two forces, I continue to live like this... .", I have no soul on the subway, and my body may be overwhelmed by a large crowd at any time. I hate myself now.
"Thinking of this person makes your heart warm, and you can do anything with her." Xiang Nan said these words. I also lived under the roof woven by these words. You can point the country and inspire words, but that is in the past. I can only move forward. Some things later always made me sigh, "This is too bad", "Why is the luck so bad"..., except that the person took away some of my luck, it is not enough in the end Desperately because I just look hard and I hate who I am now.
"I hope that one day I wake up suddenly and find that I fell asleep in a class in elementary school. Everything I've experienced now is a dream, and the table is full of saliva. I told my classmate that I had done a good job. A long and long dream. The same table called me an idiot and told me to listen to the class. I looked at the green lawn outside the window, everything was so familiar, and everything was full of hope...", this dream is a bit extravagant, it makes me It's good to go back to college. I didn't cherish the scenery that slipped away quietly. It is beautiful against the times, but after all, life is a train that will not turn back. I still insist on the past, but I don't know how to miss the next beautiful intersection. I hate myself now.
Our past is a movie, we can only watch it from a distance, we can't walk into it; our past is a reflection in the water, we can only watch it silently, and it will be broken at a touch. God only presses his eyes on the front of you and me, telling us to look forward and not to look back frequently. Since I hate myself now, I can only make changes on the way forward. This is the only way I have to go, even if I have been given by God, even if I have been taken away by God. I want to move forward steadily, too fast, no story; too slow, no life. Only now did I realize that I still have to thank my former self for allowing me to have my own story and my own scenery. I still look forward to the future, but I also understand that he needs a hard work to get to the present, which is why I decided to blog and make changes.
I have been working for more than eight months after graduation, and I clearly feel the bottleneck of knowledge, so I make up for it. However, due to the huge amount of knowledge in the field of computer, even if the knowledge that was well understood at the time is forgotten after a while, it is necessary to build one's own knowledge system. It is convenient to have knowledge at your fingertips, it is convenient to record your learning experience, and you can also share your knowledge with others. After all, the more open source we are in this industry, the luckier we are.
Finally, give us a sentence, "You are the only high wall on the road of your dreams, cross over and the whole world can see your light"! where is your story...
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