May you be away for half your life and still a young man when you return
I am a bulky keyboard that I have been waiting for in the window for a long time because it does not match the mainstream lightweight and cool design concept. Until that day, you appeared and you brought me back.
It was the graduation season at that time, and your classmates had already signed up for jobs, but you were yearning for a big city and had yet to find a job.
My first task is to help you write your resume. After writing an unknown school in the education background column, there is nothing more to write about.
You can only leave the award certificate column blank. Looking at such shabby content, I am really worried about you, so I have to add "diligence, studious, and self-motivated" to your self-evaluation.
The resumes that were sent out were like mud and cattle falling into the sea. Even if you are mentally prepared, you will inevitably feel disappointed, but you don’t want to give up. A voice says to learn to write programs.
So, like a babbling baby, with my help, you sent your first greeting to the world of programmers, 'Hello World!'. Finally, we have waited for the email notifying you of your return to work. At that moment, I was even more excited than you.
Start working. Github, stackoverflow, and csdn are the websites you often visit. You copy the code from them, so that my Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V bear 80% of the workload, and there are signs of premature aging. If this continues, I will have to consider early retirement.
After much stumbling, you finally completed your first project. You said that when the code runs successfully, what you see is the tenderness of the compiler towards you.
I was unhappy and I thought you would at least think of me because every character in the project was a labor of love for me. I don't know why, but since then I've become like an old man, and my reactions have become slower and slower. I once thought the story would end in regret. However, with your careful care, you helped me clean up the stains and I became healthy again.
What is supposed to come will eventually come, and there is a problem with the program in the production environment. The leader asked and colleagues waited. At that moment, I could feel your debug hands trembling. Although it was finally solved, it still delayed the day's business.
The scars caused by prey help a true hunter emerge from his cocoon and become his badge. After that experience, you seem to have truly stepped into the door of writing programs. Github, stackoverflow, and csdn are no longer tools for you to copy code. My Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V can finally take a long vacation. You become more and more confident and mature.
You say that you like late at night, because the late night clock has been set back by the Creator, and you can squander the endless night unscrupulously without worrying about the arrival of tomorrow. I also like it, just because I can chat with you unscrupulously. Even if you hear the sound of the keys falling and popping up, you won't feel noisy.
Day after day, year after year, time flows quietly. Everything seems to remain unchanged, but it is changing quietly. I don’t know when, the tobacco and alcohol of the past disappeared and were replaced by health care; the passionate war songs of the past no longer sounded and were replaced by tranquility; the game accounts of the past were also shelved and replaced by companionship; the sports you like have become For a walk, even your favorite late night is no longer with you...
A philosopher among you humans raised a question: When all the cells in your body are renewed, will you still be the same person? Like after all my keycaps are replaced, will I still be the same person? I think it must still be the case.
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