My Early Passion for Art
From a young age, art was my first love, a canvas where my imagination soared. I spent countless hours sketching, painting, and sculpting, finding immense joy in transforming abstract ideas into tangible forms. This early passion laid the groundwork for my creativity, teaching me patience, observation, and the beauty of expression. It instilled in me a deep appreciation for aesthetics, which continues to influence every aspect of my life, from coding to photography, shaping how I perceive and interact with the world.
Inspired by Chinese Culture
The Discovery of Programming
When I entered middle school, by chance, I got exposed to programming. It was like opening a whole new world. The logical structures, the problem-solving, and the ability to create something from lines of code fascinated me. I dreamed of using my programming skills to contribute to China's technological development, drawing parallels between the precision of code and the meticulous brushstrokes of traditional Chinese art.
I followed China's remarkable progress in the tech field closely, inspired by its rapid innovations. Programming became more than just a hobby; it was a pathway to contribute to my homeland's bright future, merging my creative spirit with a logical approach.
Logic and Precision
My Love for Photography
Through my camera lens, I've captured the breathtaking beauty of China's landscapes and vibrant city life, alongside moments of daily reflection and the wonders of the world around me.
Unwrapping the Magic of Christmas: A Glimpse into Heartwarming Traditions
In this enchanting image, a softly lit room adorned with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree invites us into the warmth of the holiday season. The gentle glow of lights creates a cozy ambiance, reminding us that Christmas is more than just a date on the calendar—it’s a time of connection, celebration, and cherished traditions. Whether gathering with loved ones, exchanging gifts, or simply soaking in the festive spirit, each moment becomes a precious memory. Let this visual serve as a heartfelt reminder of the joy that Christmas brings, a season where love and warmth light up even the darkest days. Share your own Christmas memories in the comments—after all, the magic of the season thrives in our shared stories.
Exploring Inner Peace: A Journey Through Spiritual Landscapes
In this captivating image, a tranquil corridor leads the eye toward a resplendent Buddha statue, radiating a sense of serenity and wisdom. Such spaces invite us to pause, reflect, and embark on a journey of self - discovery. Spiritual landscapes like this aren’t just physical places—they’re gateways to inner peace, urging us to disconnect from the chaos of daily life and reconnect with our deeper selves. Whether through travel, meditation, or quiet contemplation, seeking such spaces can transform our perspective. Have you ever visited a place that stirred your soul? Share your experiences in the comments, and let’s inspire each other to nurture our spiritual well - being.
Sunset Serenity: Celebrating Nature’s Magnificence with a Thumbs - Up to Life
In this vibrant image, a thumbs - up gesture meets a breathtaking sunset, casting golden hues over rolling fields and distant mountains. The scene is a powerful reminder of nature’s unparalleled beauty and the joy of living in the moment. Sunsets, with their fleeting yet dramatic displays, teach us to appreciate transience and find positivity in every ending. Whether it’s a day well - spent or a simple pause to admire the world around us, such moments recharge our spirits. Let this picture inspire you to seek out nature’s wonders and embrace life’s little affirmations. Share your favorite sunset memories in the comments—let’s celebrate the beauty that unites us all.
Four Years as a Donki Stocker: Sailing Toward a New Future
My journey as a stocker at Donki, which began in 2021, is coming to a warm-hearted end. As I look back, the shelves and boxes that once felt foreign now feel like old friends. When I first joined, I was clueless about retail. But over four years, I learned to bring "spirit" to every product I placed. Whether it was rushing to stock shelves before opening or organizing them neatly at night, every item had my care. The teamwork during busy seasons and the recognition from regular customers who said, "Your snack section always makes me want to stay longer," filled these years with meaning. Stocking isn’t just moving and placing; it’s building order, conveying warmth, and polishing "retail craftsmanship" in daily routines. Now, I’m leaving with skills in inventory management, teamwork, and problem-solving. This isn’t an end but a new start. Just as the products I stocked find their way into customers’ lives, I’ll take the solidity and passion from Donki to my next journey, ready to explore new possibilities and embrace a promising future. Goodbye, my Donki stocking days; hello, my brand-new journey ahead.
21 Years Later: Laughing at My Goofy AXA Days in That Lousy Suit
Hey buddy, look at this old photo—doesn’t it just yank you right back 21 years? Look at how goofy I look here, wearing a suit like I stole it from my dad, tie all crooked, and pretending to be all professional on that flip phone, even though my heart was bouncing around like a nervous rabbit. Back then, I’d just stumbled into the real world with zero experience, and somehow ended up selling insurance for AXA, wandering around the streets every single day. Wanna know the funny part? I was so shy I’d blush talking to strangers, but I forced myself to repeat “Hey, wanna learn about insurance?” hundreds of times. I’d be out handing out flyers before the sun even woke up, and trudge back home under the streetlights at night, my heels raw from the cheap shoes, and the flyers in my pocket always crumpled to hell. Thinking back now, I was such a mix of clueless and gutsy. I’d hide under a tree to mope when someone turned me down, but the second I saw the next person, I’d suck it up and march over. Funny enough, I somehow stuck with that job through all that mess. Now when I look at this photo, the filter softens all the old days, but man, the awkwardness and that stubborn “I won’t quit” spirit are still crystal clear. You know what, buddy? I guess that’s just how life is—back then, those felt like mountain-sized problems, but now? They’re just this stupidly awesome chunk of youth we get to laugh about.
The Cake at 21, The Tea at 42
Staring at this photo on the screen, the neon lights of the KTV box still blur my vision—I’m holding a cake for my 21st birthday, the candle flames glinting brightly off my glasses, looking as fresh as an unripe fruit just plucked from a campus tree. Now, at 42, a teacup by my side steams gently, and a new strand of gray hair at my temple sways faintly in the light. It hits me suddenly: twenty-one years have slipped by since those two candles were lit. At 21, the number “21” on that cake held all my fantasies of adulthood. Back then, fresh out of college, I’d rush into office buildings clutching my resume. When HR asked, “What skills do you have?” I’d fumble for words before finally admitting, “I can endure hard work.” My birthday wish? I secretly hoped to “make a lot of money.” Looking back now, I didn’t even have a clear idea of how much “a lot” really was—but I dared to dream it anyway. That’s the reckless, fearless courage only youth brings. Back then, “success” felt like a distant mountain, and I was just a clumsy hiker clutching a walking stick, unsure of which way to go, yet shouting into the air, “I can reach the top!” Later, life flew by faster than the upbeat songs in that KTV. During my first job, I’d work overtime until midnight, then grab the cheapest instant noodles from a convenience store for dinner—sipping every last drop of the soup. When I got my first bonus, I held onto the money tightly and bought my parents new phones first, while I still wore that old hoodie, its fabric worn shiny. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford a new one; I just couldn’t bear to part with that “battle uniform.” Wearing it felt like I could carry the drive of my 21-year-old self with me always. A life without debt is like a cup of warm water—plain, yet steady. It slowly simmers with the sweetness and saltiness of time: the trust in a client’s words, “I couldn’t have done this without you”; the warmth of a colleague handing me half a chocolate bar; the dependence in my daughter’s voice as she rests on my shoulder, cooing, “Dad, you’re the best!” These little moments of warmth quietly turned my “dream of getting rich” into a “longing for stability.” I realized that being “needed” feels more solid than being “admired.” A few days ago, while sorting through old things, that worn hoodie tumbled out of a box. Its cuffs were frayed, but the fabric still held its shape. It’s the same reason I can’t bear to delete this photo—it’s a constant reminder: the calm 42-year-old me, sipping tea peacefully today, is the same starry-eyed 21-year-old who held that cake, forging ahead step by step, even when the path was rough. Once, I thought “maturity” meant hiding my emotions in the pocket of a suit. Now I understand: true maturity is turning the recklessness of youth into the gentleness of middle age, and weaving the sweetness of that cake into the everyday warmth of life’s trivialities. Looking again at the candle flames in the photo, I suddenly see clearly: there’s no such thing as “growing up overnight.” Life is just about steeping the sweetness of that 21st birthday cake, along with the stumbles and sweat of the years since, into the cup of tea I hold at 42. Those two candles didn’t light a shortcut to “getting rich,” but they illuminated every bumpy step I took forward—teaching me that “taking it slow” matters more than “winning in a hurry,” and that “holding onto stability” lasts longer than “chasing trends.” Hey, 21-year-old me—thank you. Thank you for not giving up on those nights when all you had was instant noodles. Thank you for daring to dream such wild dreams. At 42, I’m still carrying that silly, fearless drive of yours, sipping this warm tea, and stepping forward into the days ahead. The tea is warm, life is cozy, and that seed of “courage” you planted back then? It’s now sprouting new shoots, winding up the vine of time.
Sunset Reflections: Finding Peace by the Shore
In this tranquil snapshot, a figure stands with arms crossed on a sun - kissed beach, as the day gently melts into evening. The setting sun casts a warm, golden glow over the waves, creating a picturesque backdrop of serenity. The beach, with its smooth sand and the rhythmic lull of the ocean, becomes a canvas for reflection. Sunset moments by the shore invite us to pause, letting go of the day’s stresses. They remind us of nature’s timeless beauty and the peace that comes with being present. Whether pondering life’s mysteries or simply soaking in the view, such scenes offer a sanctuary for the soul. Share your thoughts—have you ever found solace in a moment like this? Let’s celebrate these tranquil interludes that connect us to both the world and ourselves.
Harmony with the Land: Celebrating the Beauty of Rural Traditions
In this idyllic scene, a figure dons a straw hat and apron, cradling a bundle of golden stalks—symbols of nature’s bounty and the rewards of dedication. Traditional thatched - roof houses nestle amid lush greenery, their rustic charm echoing centuries - old practices. The rolling fields and serene environment paint a portrait of tranquility, a world where time moves at nature’s pace. This image embodies the essence of rural life— a harmonious blend of simplicity, labor, and connection to the earth. It invites us to step away from modern chaos, embracing a rhythm defined by seasons, sowing, and reaping. Rural living teaches us humility, gratitude for nature’s gifts, and the warmth of community rooted in tradition. Have you ever found peace in such a setting? Share your experiences below. Let’s honor the timeless allure of rural life, where every stalk, every house, and every field whispers stories of heritage and harmony with the land.
"Kidnapping" a Penguin: My Playful Prep Guide for the Competition
Hey guys! Let me tell you—for the company competition, I’ve been up to something totally crazy lately: plotting to "kidnap" a Donki penguin and drag it into my competition mission! Here’s the deal: Just thinking about having to take those "super formal" profile photos for the competition made my scalp tingle. Then I stumbled across this chubby blue penguin wearing a Santa hat, and I immediately made up my mind: "This is the one! My eye-catching sidekick for the competition!" So I dived into my "human-penguin photo composite" prep spree: First, I practiced facial expressions in front of the mirror like a maniac (grinning so wide my cheeks hurt). Then I rambled at the penguin on my screen: "Hey you, little blue chunk! You better help me be cute on competition day, or I’ll hide your Santa hat!" My family walked in, thought I was talking to thin air, and almost called the property management… Now, just imagining the competition day makes me snicker—me in a stiff company polo, with this silly-looking penguin next to me. I bet the judges’ faces will be priceless! This isn’t even a competition anymore; it’s basically me bringing a "pet" to an official event (okay, not really)! Anyway, the competition’s still weeks away, so I’m loading up on all the fun vibes first! After all, in a workplace that’s usually so serious, chances to "mess around" with a penguin out in the open don’t come every day～
Embracing Quietude: Finding Peace in Stillness
In this image, a figure sits casually, clad in a leather jacket and a graphic - adorned t - shirt, surrounded by a tranquil outdoor setting. The warm light, trees, and open space create a serene backdrop, inviting us to pause and reflect. In a world often filled with noise and chaos, moments of stillness like this are precious. They offer a chance to breathe, reset, and connect with ourselves. Whether in a quiet park or a peaceful corner of our neighborhood, taking time to embrace such calmness nurtures our well - being. It’s a reminder that peace isn’t always found in grand adventures but often in simple, quiet instances. What moments of stillness do you cherish? Share below and let’s inspire each other to seek these tranquil interludes.
The Hottest AI Trend of 2025: My Photo Got "Farming-ified"!
Want to stay trendy in 2025? You can’t miss this amazing AI trick—just send your photo to it, and it will instantly generate an unexpected and fun image! Take my experience as an example: I just wanted to try some AI effects for fun, but it directly "transformed" me into this small statue in front of you—wearing a straw hat, a light brown short-sleeve shirt, and khaki shorts, carrying an axe in my hand, and even "growing" a few wheat stalks under my feet, looking exactly like a "rural farmer"! And this little statue was placed by the AI in front of a computer desk, with a keyboard, mouse, and monitor behind it, creating an absurdly funny feeling of "a modern office worker traveling back to farm in a second". Now this AI-generated image has become a "traffic magnet" on my social media. My friends all say, "This isn’t just a photo effect; it’s clearly the AI sending you to work on a ‘digital farm’!" I have to say, the AI trends of 2025 are really playful, turning ordinary photos into such a bizarre style. No wonder they’ve become a hit!
Painting Dreams in the Study
In a Chinese - style study filled with the fragrance of ink, sunlight shines through the carved windows and falls on a young painter. He holds a paintbrush, and his palette is colorful. On the drawing board, the vivid brushstrokes seem to tell the stories of ancient China. The blend of red and orange is like the sunset glow in the sky, or like a touch of cinnabar on a traditional Chinese painting scroll. The bookshelves around are filled with ancient books, as if silently guarding this realm of art. The painter is immersed in it, using colors to outline the poetry and distant places in his heart.
AI Is More Anxious Than Me! The "Unintended Promotion" Fiasco with My Donki Uniform
Our company has a super obvious "workplace code" – the color of the Donki uniform directly corresponds to one's position: black is exclusive to colleagues who have been promoted, while blue is for those of us who haven't been promoted yet. The blue uniform I was wearing is the standard "uniform" for my current "office worker status". A while ago, I had a sudden idea to take a set of artistic photos of this blue uniform as a memento. But after processing it with an AI filter, the clothes on the screen instantly changed from a fresh blue to a deep black. I laughed out loud when I stared at the photo: I was still slowly accumulating achievements and waiting for a promotion opportunity, but AI had already helped me "unlock" the advanced uniform one step ahead. Its sense of urgency is definitely stronger than mine! This move of its is just like a little assistant who cares more about my workplace progress than I do – clearly, I haven't received a promotion notice yet, but it has already "fulfilled the dream in advance" through the filter. Now, every time I come across this photo, I find it funny. Maybe AI is secretly accumulating good luck for me? Then I must keep this "fake promotion photo" well. When I really put on the genuine black uniform someday, the first thing I'll say to AI is "Thank you for being more anxious than me to witness my workplace promotion!"
An Evening Stroll Near Taipei 101
On the evening of June 7th, 2025, I found myself near Taipei 101. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, as I was there to attend my nephew's college graduation ceremony the next day. I decided to take a walk around the area. The narrow alleyways were lined with buildings on both sides. The lights from the windows and balconies cast a warm glow, contrasting with the darkening sky. As I walked further, I could see Taipei 101 towering in the distance, its lights shimmering against the night sky. I stopped for a moment and gazed at the magnificent skyscraper. It stood tall and proud, a symbol of modernity amidst the old - style buildings around me. A lantern hanging from one of the buildings added a touch of traditional charm to the scene. The alleyway was quiet, with only a few vehicles parked along the sides. The stillness of the night was almost palpable. It was a moment of calm before the excitement of the graduation ceremony. This snapshot of my evening near Taipei 101 is not just a picture; it's a memory of a special time, a moment of reflection before celebrating a significant achievement in my nephew's life.
The Wine by the Sea and the Unfinished Story
When the sea breeze blows, a thin layer of cool moisture clings to the wine bottle in my hand—much like the tears that never fell from her eyes when she turned away that summer. The waves roll in, carrying the golden glow of the setting sun, then retreat; the scattered light shimmers on the water, stirring up countless unspoken words. Those moments I once thought I’d hold onto forever, it turns out, slip through my fingers like sand, quiet and unnoticeable. I’ve thought more than once about turning back. When we were young, our love was reckless and unreserved. We squeezed onto late-night buses that cost twenty yuan, shared a bowl of instant noodles on the tiny balcony of our rental, and stared up at the stars, vowing to save up for a house with floor-to-ceiling windows. Back then, our affection was so intense—even our arguments carried a burning warmth. I believed that as long as we held tight to each other’s hands, there was no obstacle we couldn’t overcome. But what happened later? Maybe it was an unspoken apology, or the way our paths slowly diverged as we grew. Little by little, we lost sight of each other’s shadows. I tilt my head and take a sip of wine. The spiciness sinks down my throat, burning until my nose tingles. The sea breeze, thick with salt, blows away some of the intoxication, but not the memories hidden in the details—how she always tucked her hair behind her ears, the faint creases at the corners of her eyes when she smiled; how she’d lean her umbrella toward me on rainy days, leaving half her shoulder soaked; how she stood on the platform the day we parted, saying “Take care of yourself” in a voice as light as the wind. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks beats against my heart, one after another. Over the years, I’ve traveled to many places and had several jobs, building a life that seems stable on the surface. Yet on evenings like this, the sea breeze and wine always stir up that empty spot in my chest. It’s not that I haven’t met other people; it’s just that no one else has made me want to give my heart so freely, so completely, as she did. Dusk deepens, and I toss the empty bottle into the trash before turning to walk back. Behind me, the sea continues to
The Youth on the Keyboard: My C# Enlightenment in Middle School
The old computer by the desk in the photo holds my secret of learning C# during middle school. Back then, I would always spread my tutorial books beside the keyboard, pondering over the "if statement" for ages—even the traces of my fingertips repeatedly fumbling on the keycaps carried my obsession with programming. I often drew logic diagrams on scratch paper, breaking down the idea of "determining whether a score is passing" into lines of C# code. From figuring out that if (score >= 60) could tell apart "passing" and "failing" scores, to staying up late debugging until the code finally worked, every small progress filled me with quiet joy. No one understood why I would fuss over the computer and paper so much, but I knew clearly that every basic C# syntax I mastered in middle school was the starting point of my passion. The characters I typed on the keyboard had long inscribed my love for programming into the memories of my youth.
Playground Mischief Notes
The plastic playground was scorching under the sun, and when we squatted down in our red shirts and white pants, we became the craziest sight of summer. Those mischievous ideas of ours also drifted to every corner of the playground with the wind. As soon as the PE teacher blew the whistle, I dragged Ah Hua to the sandpit. He suddenly stopped and glanced at the high jump mat next to us—the one the girls from the next class had just used, still warm from the sun on the pink mat. "Hey," Ah Hua whispered in my ear, "let's move this mat into the sandpit and see how anxious they get later!" My eyes lit up like I had a candy in my pocket. We squatted down, gritting our teeth as we dragged the heavy mat toward the edge of the sandpit. Fine sand poured into the cuffs of our white pants, making us itchy enough to laugh, but thinking about the girls' flustered faces as they searched for the mat, we mustered all our strength. When we hid the mat in the bushes, we patted the sand off our hands and ran toward the parallel bars, our backs tense, hearts pounding faster than after running 800 meters, yet secretly rejoicing in our hearts. Under the sycamore tree by the track were our white sneakers. Ah Hua stared blankly at the starting block, the opening of his shoe looking like it was waiting for some "surprise". I tiptoed over, grabbed a handful of scorching fine sand, and "swish"—threw it into his shoe. The sand slid into the insole, and as soon as Ah Hua put his foot in, he jumped up with a "whoa", as if scalded by fire. "You little rascal!" he glared at me, but there was no real anger in his eyes as he reached out to grab my arm. I turned and ran, the corner of my red shirt caught by him, the wind blowing into my collar coolly, yet my heart was sweet. We chased each other on the track, our white pant legs swirling with the wind, like two frisky white rabbits. It wasn't until the teacher called us to gather that we panted and huddled at the end of the line, secretly sticking out our tongues at each other. We were craziest near the end of the PE class. When the teacher told us to jog around the playground to cool down, Ah Hua and I sneaked to the end of the line, spotted the shadow of the chubby kid in front, and suddenly dashed forward, pretending to "accidentally" bump into him. The chubby kid stumbled with an "oops", and we crouched on the ground, covering our mouths to laugh. It wasn't until he turned around and glared at us that we quickly got up, pretending to run seriously, though our shoulders still trembled with suppressed laughter. The sun stretched our shadows long, and our red shirts fluttered in the wind like dancing flames. Those thoughtless pranks were like sparks crackling beside the flames, burning every inch of the playground into our innocent memories. Now, when I think of the playground, the heat of the plastic, the itch of the sand, and the sound of the red shirts fluttering in the wind all mix with the laughter of our mischief, becoming the freshest specimen of youth. It turns out that back then, we always loved using the silliest methods to draw our own crooked lines of innocence within the rigid rules.
The "Cool" Outfit Hiding a Well-Behaved Heart
During the days right after graduation when I hadn’t found a job yet, I always liked to dress myself up to look "cool". I had streaks of light linen-colored dye in my hair, with wispy strands slanting across my forehead. My worn, soft black hoodie was left unzipped on purpose, revealing a white T-shirt printed with a band logo underneath. The laces of my canvas shoes were tied loosely, and I deliberately lightened my steps when walking, mimicking the way people in magazines flicked their arms—when I looked in the mirror, I finally looked less like a "student" and more like the "cool guy" I’d secretly admired. I just thought this look was really cool. But no matter how cool my outfit was, it couldn’t change the "well-behaved" part of me deep down. When I went to the billiard hall with friends, they’d argue about competing to see who could sink more balls, with the loser having to treat everyone. Yet I’d always "hold back" when taking aim, afraid the loser would actually feel bad about spending the money. When passing a convenience store to buy iced drinks, if I saw the owner busy unloading goods, I’d place my money neatly in the metal cash box at the checkout counter, even taking the extra step to arrange the change properly. Even on the latest night I stayed out, when a friend suggested, "Taking the back alley is faster," I’d pull them back to take the main road with streetlights, saying, "It’s too dark in the alley to see clearly"—but in truth, I was just remembering my mom’s reminder, "Don’t take dark alleys at night." Once, a friend pointed at my hair and joked, "Your hairstyle is cool, but you’re way too well-behaved for it." I touched the ends of my hair and didn’t argue—turns out, the "coolness" I wanted was never about faking rebellion. I just wanted to change my look a little, to give myself some confidence while I was still jobless. And those well-behaved actions hidden beneath my cool outfit—like not running red lights, not taking small advantages, and always thinking of others when something happened—were what truly made me feel "steady" inside. Now, when I think back to those days, I can barely remember the style of that hoodie or the shade of my dyed hair. But I do remember the solid sense of peace I felt every time I stuck to my principles—turns out, "cool" is for others to see, while "well-behaved" is the true side of me that’s etched into my heart.
Childhood Playmates: Days of Laughter and Innocence
Marbles and “Kingdoms” Afternoons were dedicated to marbles. Crouching on the mossy flagstones, we’d flick glass marbles with our thumbs, my shots always veering off-course. Yet I’d stubbornly demand, “One more round!” Ming, who never lost, would slip the prettiest “cat’s-eye” marble into my pocket, whispering, “Win it back when you’re a sharpshooter.” By dusk, we’d sneak into an abandoned warehouse, turning cardboard boxes into “castles” and drawing “magic circles” with chalk. I’d insist on being the “king,” pointing at cobwebs and declaring, “These are silver threads guarding our fortress!” Hua would cower behind me, and though my heart raced, I’d boast, “Spider demons dare not come!” Until a flashlight beam startled moths, and we’d scream, tumbling out together—laughter echoing as the wind swallowed our fear. Starry Night Tales Summer nights found us lying on haystacks in the threshing ground, staring at stars. I’d spin ridiculous stories: “The moon is chipped because a giant rabbit nibbled it,” or “Stars are sugar drops the fairy godmother spilled.” Qiang would ask, “Why don’t they fall?” Scratching my head, I’d lie, “The Wind Granny holds them up!” We’d stretch our hands to “catch” those imaginary sugar drops, fingers grazing the cool night air, giggling like fools. The boy in the photo still hears those sounds—the click of marbles, Hua’s nervous whimpers, and our chorus of “Long live Wind Granny!” Those days with playmates were a symphony of laughter, where innocence thrived in every silly game and shared secret. Even now, when I close my eyes, I’m back in that warehouse, that haystack, or the alleyway—forever young, forever surrounded by friends who turned ordinary moments into magic. What’s your most vivid memory of playing with childhood friends? A game you invented, a trouble you got into together, or a lie you all believed without question?
Embracing Quietude: Finding Peace in Stillness
Hey buddy, let’s talk about my rebellious youth. Back then, I thought if you weren’t different from everyone else, you hadn’t really lived. My boss asked me to revise a project plan? No way—this was my creativity; changing it would make it not mine anymore! My parents wanted me to get a stable job? Pfft, how boring is that? I was dead set on making a name for myself in the path I chose! Now that I think about it, that wasn’t rebellion—it was just a kid throwing a tantrum at the world. But honestly, those days weren’t all for nothing. Kinda like how you must’ve done a few silly things when you were young that make you cringe now, but those "silly" moments shaped who you are today. I eventually put away all those flashy accessories, but that stubborn streak—this refusal to go with the flow—stuck with me. Now I’m 42. You ask if I’m still rebellious? Hell yeah! But my rebellion’s not about fighting people anymore. For example, when someone says, "You’re 40 already—why bother messing around?" I’ll double down on picking up the things I never finished when I was young, doing stuff I actually love. When others say, "At your age, you should play it safe," I’ll push for innovation at work, showing those young folks that us old-timers still have fight left in us. Truth is, rebellion’s like eating. When you’re young, you crave bold, spicy flavors—exciting! As you get older, you appreciate home cooking—tasty and nourishing. I’m really enjoying this phase now: I still have the drive of my younger self, but with the clarity of an adult. So buddy, whether you’re 20 or 40, don’t lose that rebellious spark. Just make sure you channel it the right way—don’t be like me back then, doing reckless stuff for no reason. Remember: real rebellion is living life on your own terms, not against the world. C’mon, cheers—to the rebellious youth we all had, or still have!
The Story of My Mobile Game
In 2016, I created a captivating 2D action-adventure mobile game. The story revolved around a brave hero who entered the menacing Demon Castle to save his beloved from the cruel Demon King.
I was deeply inspired by Chinese folklore and history while developing it. The game boasted stunning 2D graphics, with art styles echoing traditional Chinese paintings and folk art. Players navigated through dangerous dungeons, fought fearsome monsters, and solved clever puzzles using skills inspired by Chinese martial arts.
My aim was to introduce Chinese culture to a global audience through this immersive gaming experience. Despite having to cancel its online release due to personal reasons, the development journey was truly rewarding.
Soon, I’ll share behind-the-scenes videos here, offering a peek into how I crafted this unique game.
Stay tuned for videos about the creation process!
Game Concept/Screenshot
Game Creation Videos
Game Dev Diary - Video 1
Game Dev Diary - Video 2
Game Dev Diary - Video 3
Game Dev Diary - Video 4
My Spiritual Journey
I have a deep belief in Buddhism, and its ancient teachings have brought me immense peace and profound wisdom. In Chinese Buddhism, I've found a philosophy that not only enriches my inner self but also profoundly emphasizes the values of compassion, unity, and harmony—values that are deeply ingrained in Chinese society and resonate strongly with my own worldview. This spiritual journey has further strengthened my sense of connection to my country and its people, providing a spiritual anchor in my life's adventures.
Life Reflections
Looking back on my life's journey, I've come to realize that every experience—every challenge overcome, every passion pursued—has been a valuable lesson. As an introvert, I used to see my quiet nature as a limitation, but now I understand it as a strength, allowing for deeper introspection and observation of the world around me.
My profound love for China has been a constant source of inspiration, fueling my pursuits and guiding my aspirations. I believe that no matter how small our individual efforts may seem, when combined, they can contribute to something much greater, building a collective future.
In the future, I will continue to pursue my interests in art, programming, photography, game development, and spiritual growth, always with the hope of sharing the beauty and wonder of China with the world. Life is a continuous adventure, and I'm excited to see where it will lead me next, knowing that my love for my homeland will always be my guiding light.
Guiding Light