Growth is a process of constantly leaving regrets behind. Recently, worries have been piling up: I stayed up too late yesterday, failed to wake up early, was late for a gathering and dozed off; I used my phone too much, resulting in overdue data charges, and couldn’t top up when my phone was suspended; the first half of my flight back to Chengde was cancelled, and only after communicating did I realize I hadn’t booked a direct flight and had to pay a cancellation fee; I rushed onto a bus at the stop only to find it was going in the wrong direction, and when I got off, my bus card was again overdrawn; I arrived in Yuhang District only to learn there was a rehearsal today, so I had to temporarily switch roles and fill in; my teammates had already figured out the longitude and latitude, but because Google Maps was inaccurate, we ended up taking a big detour with a large group of people; I just missed the last bus after getting off the subway, and when I rode a shared bike back to my doorstep, I found all the docking stations were full and I had to go further… No one probably wants to hear me complain, but listing it all out, I realize I’m quite unlucky ( ...

I kept some of the “gugugu” (onomatopoeia for cooing/muttering) so you know you’re reading Zhuge Tianyao (because it was filled on the 23rd). My first impression of Zhejiang University was its size, followed by its “all-encompassing” nature. Compared to other universities I had visited, I cycled instead of walked at Zhejiang University (otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to see everything). When a “local” explained the functions of various buildings to me, I instantly exclaimed, “All this is just one campus?” Indeed, not all universities are created equal. ...

Over the three years of high school, I actually did think about going back to visit. But I often lingered nearby for a long time and eventually left disappointed (well, not really, as I didn’t go into the city often anyway). Compared to those classmates who frequently visited the school, I seemed a bit ungrateful. —Just kidding. After many years, when I saw the teachers again, they still called out my name as soon as they saw me. What graduates love to do most is search the entire school for traces they left behind. We naturally didn’t find any, or perhaps they are everywhere? ...

Sometimes I ask myself: What exactly did I come back to Hangzhou for? The past few days have been busy. I used up all 50 yuan on my citizen card riding the subway and buses (realized this halfway through writing and quickly switched to another subway card, phew, almost went into debt). It feels like every day I manage to hit my exercise goals, either by meeting classmates or being a teaching assistant, haha. ...

Today is Sunday. In the afternoon, I took the subway to Hubin in77. Suddenly, the phrase “sea of people” materialized before my eyes—there were really so many people! (The following content is from 23:59) I feel an urgency like rushing a manuscript before a deadline. I went to West Lake! Saw Hubin 88! Spent money and ate very well! Received the gift I wanted earlier! Wow, that was really perfunctory ( ...

I just arrived in Hangzhou yesterday (actually, it should be the day before yesterday), and I didn't even have time to unpack my luggage. Today, I met many brothers and sisters from the community at the court and was fortunate enough to capture moments of mutual help. The most frequently asked questions were “How tall are you now?” and “Where are your parents?” It feels really good. Although all the roads along the river have been rebuilt, the connections between people remain so stable. ...

The night before the exam, I saw stars in the Malaysian night sky for the first time. With an apparent magnitude of about -4, it shone exceptionally brightly against the backdrop of scattered starlight. Referencing the star chart, I recognized it as Venus, representing love and beauty. It’s funny, three years ago when we huddled on the balcony of dormitory 2901 in the middle of the night, what we saw through the telescope was this very morning star. In my memory, it also sparkled just like this. ...

Then let it go! Having just finished writing “Boring Note,” I feel incredibly powerful! What’s homework? Not writing it! (Checking the schedule… Hmm, I’ll just write for 4 or 5 minutes.) I finally understood one thing: why sometimes, even when I have something to write, I can never bring myself to pick up a pen. It turns out it’s because there are more convenient ways to consume time. Often, with a phone, an hour, what I intended to write will slowly be blown away by the wind on the sand, never to be seen again. ...

Often, there are feelings in my heart, but I don’t know where to go.

I am really easily influenced by others. Today, because the scripture shared did not fit the context, Teacher Zhang took the opportunity to share a bit. I was very unhappy at the time, racking my brains to check ESV and the Hebrew original, only to find that I seemed to have really made a mistake. Unwilling to admit it, I went to search for unorthodox corroborating evidence, going to all lengths so much so that I didn’t hear my classmates’ sharing (anyway, I wasn’t taking notes). ...