Thousands of People, Thousands of Faces, a Collection of Self-Introduction Essays

There are thousands of people in the world, There are thousands of faces. By introducing yourself, You can know a thing or two. Who I am? This question is harder to answer than "Do aliens exist?" Writer, programmer, webmaster... I've worn more hats than a magician's box. Oh, and now I have to add the embarrassing new label of "overdue doctoral student". I've been in school longer than my hair. Life is like an infinite game, and my research direction is the most difficult level to clear. Some people say I'm crazy, but I say it's called loving life. Climb a mountain in the early morning to watch the sunrise, get up in the middle of the night to write code, and catch up on sleep in the library at noon. Future? I hope to open a bookstore that is always open in a corner of the mountain city. Sell ​​books during the day and write code at night. I took my laptop to the Jialing River on weekends and wrote a paper while watching the boats. Life does not need to be spectacular, but it must have its own rhythm. Maybe one day, I will find inspiration in the corner of the bookstore and complete the long-awaited doctoral thesis. This is me, an ordinary person walking between mountains and cities, between codes and words, between reality and ideals. Not perfect, but trying to live up to who I am. If you asked me who I wanted to be in the future, I would say: I just want to be a better version of myself. Because there are already too many people in this world imitating others, and what we lack is people who dare to be themselves.