<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Life on Costa Life &amp; Tech Lab</title><link>https://n.cqs.es/en/tags/life/</link><description>Recent content in Life on Costa Life &amp; Tech Lab</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2022 09:09:22 +0800</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://n.cqs.es/en/tags/life/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>first week in BeiJing</title><link>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2022/2022-3-first-bj/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2022 09:09:22 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2022/2022-3-first-bj/</guid><description>&lt;p>It&amp;rsquo;s been half a year since my last blog post. In the meantime, I tried to write something, but none of it was published.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I&amp;rsquo;ve been in Beijing for a week now, dealing with apartment hunting, onboarding, and trying to fit in. Although I haven&amp;rsquo;t settled down yet, this feeling of drifting makes me realize the importance of recording again.&lt;/p>
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&lt;h2 class="group head-tag" id="the-past-six-months">The Past Six Months&lt;a data-title-of-head class="group-hover:after:content-['__#'] no-underline hover:text-[--hs-text-color-hover]" href="#the-past-six-months">&lt;/a>&lt;/h2>&lt;h3 class="group head-tag" id="why-i-stopped-writing">Why I Stopped Writing&lt;a data-title-of-head class="group-hover:after:content-['__#'] no-underline hover:text-[--hs-text-color-hover]" href="#why-i-stopped-writing">&lt;/a>&lt;/h3>&lt;p>One day half a year ago, I suddenly didn&amp;rsquo;t want to write anymore. Faced with a learning plan and a writing plan that had already been formulated, I chose to remove the writing part.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>2021 Year-End Summary</title><link>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2022/2022-2-bye/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2022 09:09:22 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2022/2022-2-bye/</guid><description>&lt;h2 class="group head-tag" id="saying-goodbye-to-a-year-of-anxiety-decisions-gains-and-losses">Saying Goodbye to a Year of Anxiety, Decisions, Gains, and Losses&lt;a data-title-of-head class="group-hover:after:content-['__#'] no-underline hover:text-[--hs-text-color-hover]" href="#saying-goodbye-to-a-year-of-anxiety-decisions-gains-and-losses">&lt;/a>&lt;/h2>&lt;p>Wuhan in late December is as cold as ever, with an endless gray-white sky and an invisible, biting wind.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>On this slightly tipsy, dazed evening, I realize that another year is coming to an end. I&amp;rsquo;m about to say goodbye to 2021, a year that was unplanned, unscripted, and filled with anxiety.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>This year&amp;rsquo;s summary is a bit different from previous ones. I feel like writing a simple account of the year&amp;rsquo;s events would be nice. In previous years, focusing on how many LeetCode problems I solved or how many lines of code I committed only gave me a bunch of cold numbers.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Sep 23, 2018</title><link>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2019/2019-aa/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2018 09:09:22 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://n.cqs.es/en/posts/2019/2019-aa/</guid><description>&lt;p>If university is a train journey, then as a senior, I&amp;rsquo;m probably nearing my stop.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>This journey is long, spending four years of your life; this journey is also short, repeating between teaching buildings and dormitories.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Perhaps I haven&amp;rsquo;t moved forward at all, but have repeated one day after another. I always wonder what I have gained, what I have possessed in this journey. I think, maybe I have gained some people who love me, and I have also obtained a degree that is not very useful.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>