This was supposed to be a proper self-introduction, but I thought about it—instead of listing labels like “seasoned professional in XX field” or “lover of life and writing,” I’d rather tell you about the real me.

Hey Stranger, Hello!

Since you’re here, it must be fate. Meeting someone willing to read my scattered thoughts here is already a great honor. If you happen to like my writing style, I’d probably be secretly delighted for days.

Some say my writing is like “aged tea”—a bit rough at first sip, but strangely lingering afterwards.

Others feel my words are filled with negative emotions, which might make you think I’m pessimistic or world-weary. The content might also be too raw and blunt, possibly making you uncomfortable.

I don’t serve鸡汤 (chicken soup for the soul); I only brew bitter tea.

This is my honest corner,

A place for those not-so-bright yet real thoughts.

Life has never been a perfect picture under a filter,

I choose to document every texture of it—

Including the dull, creased parts.

If you pause here,

May we find resonance in authenticity,

And discover resilience within fragility.

If I had to define this blog, it’s probably an “adult’s glass jar”—holding my passions, obsessions, confusion, and those honest words I can’t share on social media.

Finally

Thank you for reading this far. In an age of scarce attention, spending time getting to know a stranger is already a luxury.

If someday you find yourself staring out the window late at night, remember that in some corner of the world, a stranger named “Old Chaofeng” might be looking at the same moon as you.