Since life hasn't undergone earth-shattering changes, I haven't written a year-end review in quite a few years. Its existence is necessarily a ritual — something worth co...

If it weren't for the news that NetEase Blog was about to shut down, I never would have remembered my own long-forgotten blog. I logged in and found a bunch of diary entr...

Principles is neither a success manual nor a sales bible—it's a collection of life lessons that hedge fund godfather Ray Dalio distilled during his time at Bridgewater As...

I used voice input to tally up how many books I've bought since college until now — finished the list in under 20 minutes. Although the bookshelf looks densely packed, th...

I once saw my maternal grandmother reading an old almanac, and I was astonished at the time. I had assumed that older women were all illiterate like my paternal grandmoth...

Yesterday, I finished reading Soft Burial with a heavy heart, thinking I'd put it down and never bring it up again. But today, picking up Jiang Fangzhou's A Year in Tokyo...

Cover photo: A rainbow encountered in Zoigê Damn it! Driving through the Zoigê grassland, the whole stretch was under interval speed monitoring, making me drowsy. The car...

It was a night at the end of summer, after watching two episodes of the TV adaptation of The Girl Who Leapt Through Time. I leaned against the windowsill, stepped out ont...