对我来说，是那些你向世界输出的东西，而不是你的输入，更决定你是什么样的人。
因此重要的不是你受过什么教育，而是你对世界的表达。
抱着这样的信念，我时常督促自己把想法写下来。
技术 🍅
点进这一页的人，多半想了解的是我的「功能面」而非整个人，所以这里主要放与技术相关的想法，其他方面的念头我有别的地方存放：）。你可以找找看？👀
感谢我司书卑的审稿系统。这里的技术博客大多本是我被拒稿的原版写作。这里是它们舒展开了的原本样子。关于它们瘦了身扭着头踮着脚哈着腰的样子，统统收录进了我司的技术洞察内网，我不愿多看一眼。
技术兴趣：Agent Memory、多智能体系统、博弈论算法、基于 Agent 的模拟研究。
自己的网站 🍅
这个网站降生在迷茫的、浮躁的岁月里，像一根浮木，托着我在洪流里喘息。
在这里写文章的时候，仿佛回到十七岁，在A3格子作文纸上郑重地写下细腻又沉甸甸的字。
高三一开学，语文老师一见面就问我说，“记叙文还是议论文？” 还没搞懂在问什么的我回说：“议论文，我爱写。” 她说：“好，你以后只写议论文，一直写到高考考场。”
那些细腻又沉甸甸的字，于是都是议论文。
设计网站风格的时候，又是时隔好久，终于有了一片可以肆意装扮的彰显性格的天地，仿佛回到了拼贴画做手帐的日子。
从前端javascript层层叠叠的圈圈套套中拔身出来，我有点不太顾及地对朋友说，“不会有人个人网站只是套个模板吧？” 说完立即心里怔怔，为自己脱口而出的、来不及细想的不屑感到隐隐的不安。
有点鲁莽，有点唐突，可我喜欢里面的意气。是的啊，我不愿意模板那种事情，尤其是这样代表一个人的地方。我不愿意任何事情把我削平。我不喜欢没有态度的人事物。
那天我在心里说的话是，我一直是有个性且爱表达的人啊。
AI 影响 🍅
能出生在这样的时代，我不安又兴奋。有时我想到时代的速度和周遭的变化，手心会微微沁出汗。
我身在的行业是一个很特殊的行业，技术潮流每几个月就变上一变。我有点喜欢的是，大家都是学生，都要不断进步。
这条道路对我来说并不顺滑，时常感受到被AI时代的洪流淹没了注意力和方向，算力和智能的爆炸让我感到个人的力量的渺小。
我喜欢AI助力我将一个细小的念头轻易落地成产品，但同时，我为过大信息流从我手中淌过时带来的认知牺牲和理解滞后感到惶恐。我感谢它把我从工程琐碎中解放出来，让我有更多时间去打磨架构，但也害怕自己因此渐渐失去雕琢细节的耐心，越来越难忍受繁琐的工作。
君子不物于物，我想在这条洪流里护住一条小溪。
潺潺的冰凉的流水，清澈的纯真的鸟鸣。
我需要时间也需要努力来引导自己的兴趣走向合适的方向，希望最终可以摸索出自己的方式。现在我正朝一个清晰的目标前进。业余时间，我也是产品创作者以及 AI 领域的分享者。
致谢 🍅
谢谢你读到这里。
在这样一个时代，一个人认真读由另一个人写的文字，我只是想象着，就觉得好感动。
For me, it is what you put out into the world, rather than what you take in, that more truly defines who you are.
So what matters is not the education you received, but how you express yourself to the world.
Holding to this belief, I often urge myself to write my thoughts down.
Technology 🍅
Most people who click into this page want to know my “functional side” rather than the whole person, so what I keep here is mostly technical. My thoughts on everything else live somewhere else :). Care to go looking? 👀
Technology interests: Agent Memory, Multi-agent Systems, Game Theory Algorithms, Agent-based Simulation.
My Website 🍅
This website was born in restless, disoriented years, like a piece of driftwood that let me catch my breath in the current.
When I write here, it feels like being seventeen again, solemnly setting down delicate, weighty words on gridded A3 composition paper.
At the start of my final year of high school, my Chinese teacher’s first question to me was, “Narrative or argumentative?” Not yet grasping what she meant, I answered, “Argumentative. I love writing those.” She said, “Good. From now on you write only argumentative essays, all the way to the gaokao exam hall.”
And so those delicate, weighty words were, every one of them, argumentative essays.
Designing the look of this site, after so long, I finally had a patch of ground I could dress up however I pleased, a place to wear my character out loud, as if back in the days of collages and hand-made journals.
Pulling myself out of the tangled loops and nested brackets of front-end JavaScript, I said to a friend, a little carelessly, “Surely no one just throws a template on their personal site?” The moment it left my mouth I froze inside, faintly uneasy at the disdain that had slipped out before I had thought it through.
A little reckless, a little abrupt, and yet I like the spirit in it. Yes: I want nothing to do with the template kind of thing, least of all in a place that is meant to stand for a person. I don’t want anything to flatten me down. I have no love for people or things that hold no attitude.
What I said to myself that day was, I have always been someone with character, someone who loves to express.
AI Influence 🍅
To be born into an era like this leaves me both uneasy and thrilled. Sometimes, thinking of the sheer pace of the times and the changes taking shape all around, my palms grow faintly damp.
The field I work in is a peculiar one, where the technological tide turns every few months. One thing I rather like about it: everyone here is a student; everyone has to keep growing.
The road has not been smooth for me. Often I feel my attention and my sense of direction swept under by the flood of the AI age, and the explosion of compute and intelligence makes my own strength feel very small.
I love how AI lets me turn the smallest idea into a product with ease; and yet I dread the cost to my own thinking, the lag in understanding, as too great a stream of information runs through my hands. I am grateful that it frees me from the trivia of engineering and leaves me more time to refine architecture, but I also fear that, because of it, I may slowly lose the patience to polish the fine details, growing ever less able to bear painstaking work.
The noble mind is not mastered by things. In this flood, I want to keep one small stream safe.
Water murmuring and cool; birdsong clear and pure.
I need both time and effort to guide my interests toward the right direction, and I hope in the end to feel out a way that is my own. For now, I am moving toward a clear goal. In my spare time, I am also a product creator and someone who shares in the AI space.
Thanks 🍅
Thank you for reading this far.
In an era like this, that one person would sit and earnestly read words written by another; I only have to imagine it, and I am deeply moved.
