I find this website quite strange.

I have always wanted to leave something behind, some trace of my existence.

I saw a joke about a mother who was so angry with her child that she quickly opened her Moments and showed all the messages, for fear that she would be angry to death and no one would see her interesting life.

I might be the opposite.

We watched "Eternal Love" together, and the fragments in my memory flashed by. At that time, we said we wanted to get rid of the pain, but who can really forget it? Just like their story on the screen, disappearing, forgetting, and starting over, we thought that this would be a relief. But now when I think about it, those pictures are like fragments floating in the wind, but they are more clearly engraved in my mind, and the memory refuses to dissipate and insists on staying. Maybe some emotions are like this, the more you want to get rid of them, the more they come back at night, pulling you back to that vague past - everything seems to be leaving, but it has never really gone far.

You don’t know until you see it. It’s shocking.

Today's crawler robots are really hardworking.

Since I modified the code, I added the function of counting article readings.

Then I realized that I was not alone, and there were countless robots accompanying me.

On the first day of the detection function being launched, the number of views of all articles on the homepage exceeded 2,000, while the number of views of other articles was 0.

This reminds me of a time ago when I used ChatGPT to search for information about wave optics rendering, but gpt ended up citing my website. How humorous.

This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time.I guess the memories are too heavy, so I haven't flipped through the photo album. But I can't sleep, so I know that memories can also be happy. It's the same tinnitus that feels like falling into the abyss, every night.

A while ago, I added a Google CAPTCHA feature, which is the one that makes people crazy. On second thought, this thing can't be used in mainland China, and secondly, most of the people who read my blog are robots.

Since the target audience is mainly robots, the process of forcing Google verification code to enter the website can only be said to be the opposite of the sky.

But the bad thing about robots is that they talk nonsense. The backend is filled with hundreds of deleted spam advertisements. Fortunately, I installed a spam filter, otherwise my blog would have been flooded with spam.

Regarding setting passwords for some pages, it is true that everyone has a private side. But since you have seen this, you must know something about me. The password is six digits. But it is not my birthday, nor my information, but the last six digits of something.

It was really late. The last time I stayed up all night was more than half a year ago. The scene of holding the phone and typing furiously was repeated.

I haven't used that gaming laptop for a long time. I wanted to run some CUDA recently, so I reconfigured it to limit the computing power. The idea was good, but when I actually ran P95, the temperature went straight up to 100. The CPU was 70 degrees when it was turned on. You should know that this is a CPU with a TDP of less than 45W, and it usually has a power of around 20W. So I took the computer apart and found that the technician who repaired the capacitor last time didn't apply the silicone grease properly. After I replaced it myself, there was no problem.

The day before yesterday, I deliberately took a detour back to Yangji Village's E2 exit to take the subway. It was exactly the same as it was seven years ago, even the puddles and stepping stones were the same. Does time really change anything? Maybe nothing has changed for me.

Walking up the long ramp, that is where the memory begins.

I can't walk anymore, I really don't want to walk anymore.