Previously, in order to set a precedent, I wrote a year-end summary for 2022 in November. In fact, a lot happened in 2022, and there are many things to talk about, but for a moment, I couldn't remember, and for another moment, I couldn't say it.
I have mentioned in a previous article that a quiet environment can make people think a lot. During this period, I thought about some things again and wrote them down here:
We use our phones, the phone runs out of battery, we charge it, then continue to use the phone, the phone runs out of battery again, charge the phone again...
We wake up, do what needs to be done, eat, go to bed, wake up again, do what needs to be done again, continue to go to bed...
It seems like each of us is trapped in one cycle after another, unable to break free. Birth, aging, sickness, death, biologically speaking, this is controlled by genes, and from a certain perspective, this is also a kind of cycle. The abbot of the Wansheng Hall, Hu Tao, once said, "Funerals and white events are the last dignity of ordinary people." We seem to rarely think about death, often because death is too heavy to avoid.
Since I returned to class, it has been quite a long time since I took a bath, washed my hair, or combed my hair. I have also seen on TV that some people immediately went to the hair salon to get a haircut on the first day of the unsealing. (I feel there is no need to imitate some bloggers and write about their infection experiences, too many, everyone is basically the same).
Personal growth lies in admitting past mistakes, just as a nation needs to acknowledge its faults. History will not erase any crime, whether good or bad, everyone's actions will be engraved in history, recorded in surveillance. If you don't admit it, others will come to you. Some things cannot be whitewashed with words, only by admitting mistakes.
On December 31, 2022, the students in our junior high school class gathered together for a New Year's Eve party via Tencent Meeting. Our school usually holds a party on the evening of December 31 because online teaching cannot be held. Our classmates were still very excited, and one classmate live-streamed fireworks. (The final red envelope grabbing activity made me feel low, the red envelope was grabbed as soon as it was opened). That day, there were nearly 3000 messages in the class group.
I once explained to my Chinese teacher the significance of writing a blog, saying that it can record our current thoughts, and when we recall them in the future, it will be a different taste.
It is a quiet night, with a fairly sensitive phone, a decent voice input method, and a person about to close their sleepy eyes, sitting on a chair talking.