Ten Years****

When I wrote "Ten Years, Ten Years Again", I initially just wanted to seal a secondment experience into words so that I would not forget it. It was only when I started writing that I realized that the paper could not contain the cold reception, surprises, lights on and off every day in those ten years. I asked "Xiao Shen" to walk in the first person. In fact, I walked through the confusion and dissatisfaction of the past again: every stamp, every shipwreck, every click of the steel stamp on the paper are real echoes. When I was creating, I often stopped in a daze. It turned out that the system was not an iron cage, but a copying machine that kept running - copying the edges and corners of people into a standard format page by page. I wrote it to leave myself an unformatted manuscript, and to tell readers: If you are also in a copy machine, don't be afraid, the rollers can flatten the paper, but not the numbers. Thank you to everyone who has read this. I hope you can leave traces in the comment area - even if it is just a number, let me know that we have lit up in the same row of pixels. Please continue to follow, Xiao Shen hasn't walked out of the building yet, and his next light needs to be seen.