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 entries from 2...

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 Associates. ...

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, there are ac...

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 grandmother. Later ...

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, hoping t...

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 was barel...

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 onto the balc...

When sound films first emerged, Charlie Chaplin was quite resistant to the format. He believed that dialogue diluted the purity of cinematic entertainment, so he persisted in makin...