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Before UWC, I rarely paused to ask: Why did I feel that way? Why did I do that? But now, reflection is no longer a deliberate habit — it’s become a rhythm. In the quiet between classes, in the aftermath of a fight, on long bus rides to service days, I began looking at myself not from the inside, but from above. As if I were a slowly-learning model — a tangle of inputs: joy, anger, envy, fear. Each moment a new dataset. Each conversation a re-training. I started collecting my

Bilingual Blog- English version is down below 现在是2025年的一月一号凌晨一点四十一，我应该写点什么。其实我明天要出去玩，后天就飞回UWC了。下次回来是五个月后，但没关系啊，我总得在我之前留下点什么，这篇文字就是其中之一。我现在在听《银河》by汪苏泷，合适且让我有灵感写下去。 什么是好？谁定义的好。 在互联网平台跨年总有一种“习俗”，那就是九宫格总结我的2024。当然我也不知道从哪一年开始，拼图让九张照片变成了八十一张；再到后来，直接变成卡点视频，或者是现在的live图。九宫格里拼九宫格，每一张还都会动。再拼下去，要变成幻影迷宫了，那些朋友圈里的照片我一张都看不清，也看不懂，顺手点个赞也就变成了我的下意识反应（当然也分人，是在尴尬的还是斟酌一下为妙，毕竟人还是有点尊严的）。 今年出奇的神奇。可能是我过的太糟，也有可能，是别人过得都太好。社交媒体总是这样，制造焦虑。人都是有波动的。毕竟我的2023，过得超级好。不论是学业还是感情还是生活还是爱好。这就是均值回归吗？ 不过，我并不觉得我是一个容易被社媒欺

I n the summer after I moved to the suburbs, the summers often found me awakened by the incessant chirping of cicadas. Continuous, repeated, and unending. Those sounds will guide my way to the square box burning in my dreams. If you listen more carefully, you'll find out the hum of the air conditioning intertwines with the clamorous cicada songs, crafting the undertone of summer. Also the industrial machines opposite the road and the piano melody from the 8-year-old upstair