2026 New Year Resolution

Intro:

I wrote a lengthy NewYear Resolution by the end of 2025. But it was in Chinese. I think it would go to waste if I don't publish it here.

I don't like AI so I'm going to provide a proofread machine translated version, attaching the original one in the end. But translate with AI at your will.

New Year Report

I counted the New Years I've lived through, and I can only recall sixteen. To remember all sixteen New Year's Eves is like memorizing the twelve zodiac animals—I'd be lucky to name two or three. Not knowing the zodiac animals and not knowing how to play mahjong are both disgraceful to my Chinese identity, but I've accepted this shame and swallowed it down along with the tanghulu I've been craving lately. Fortunately, my stomach is always strong, and this level of inadequacy isn't enough to break my digestive system.

However, on another note, at the end of December, I spent seven days straight writing a paper I don't even know how to write. Before writing, I was full of enthusiasm, feeling my ideas were complete and I could fiercely attack other people's viewpoints; while writing, I discovered the paper was riddled with holes, and the more I wrote, the less I knew what I was writing; after finishing, I realized I'd only cited two authors, and after a brief period of existential doubt, I swallowed this humiliation as well. But regardless, I found my creative juice overflow. So, taking advantage of the New Year, I'll say everything I want to say in one go—to re-examine this year and then solemnly announce my New Year's wishes.

This year, like Beijing's winter, has been unpredictable—from bright sunshine to biting winds in just one night. But regardless, Beijing's winter isn't as suffocating as West Lafayette's, which resembles Siberia's. The sun here, though dry, is much warmer.

Introduction

From a writing perspective, I worry that breaking the entire year down into twelve months would be tedious. From a practical perspective, I worry that I won't remember the differences between January, February, and March. This period feels like a sticky, mushy mess. Of course, I could retell the story from my diary at the time. But who wants to listen to such a rambling account? I wouldn't even dare hand over such a story to my future self, let alone others. What's the point of writing if I'm ashamed of what I've written? Even today, I feel embarrassed about writing philosophical papers and making games, but I still want to do these things. However, it seems everyone quite likes my games, but nobody reads my philosophical papers, so I'm not really embarrassed; I just feel I could do even better. January is generally a joyful month—the end of three months of applications and a month of isolation. I began the new semester, free, joyful, and tinged with the bittersweet sadness of impending graduation. But I didn't think that way at the time. Just before the start of the semester, I wrote this in my diary:

I originally thought this holiday would be like drying a sponge, putting a damp, sticky sponge in the sun to be brutally tortured by sun rays. Four weeks later, the dried sponge would be able to reabsorb a lot of liquid from who-knows-where, which will definitely be interesting. But now it feels like putting a damp, sticky sponge at the bottom of a sink, repeatedly soaking the same unsettling liquid. Tomorrow is the start of school, and I feel completely unprepared, nothing has ended, nothing is over—everything seems like a passing cloud. This mental state is somewhat precarious.

Perhaps my literary talent began to subtly shine back then, but only now am I truly facing my desire to express myself. The thing I did most in January was stay up past midnight watching Detective Conan for hours on end. I was very lonely then, at least I seem to be now, because I often found myself going a whole day without talking to anyone. Occasionally I would cook for myself and find food truly wonderful. In the afternoons, I would stare blankly at my stagnant graduate school application, procrastinating, which resulted in me starting to watch Detective Conan. Because of the weather, the experience of huddled under the covers in a very cold room was as memorable as drinking an ice-cold soda in the summer.

Of course, I also read during that month. Because I really like Tomihiko Morimi, I bought a lot of books at the end of 2024. Even now, I've only finished The Tatami Galaxy, but I realized my procrastination with reading and picked up Run, Melos!, which I finished reading. This book modernizes many classic Japanese novels—for example, it reinterprets Atsushi Nakajima's The Moon Over the Mountain from the perspective of a university student. I remember that person who became detached from society, unwilling to take concrete action, afraid that his talents would be crushed if put into practice, turning into a beast, reflecting on this statement:

If one is mediocre, the rest of one's life will be too long; if one desires to achieve something, life will be too short.

Besides birthdays, the New Year is probably the time that most reminds one of age.

Philosophy

Actually, I don't even know when I decided I wanted to study philosophy. I remember the first time I asked my favorite professor about graduate school. He was sitting in his office, with a coffee machine at the far end, two bookshelves filled with books on his right and left, and stacks of papers and books piled alternately on his desk. His office wasn't very organized, but I actually found this messy appearance more vibrant. My professor was the kind of person who would rub his face if he got excited during a conversation. When I asked about graduate school, his expression turned serious, and he sighed deeply. He gently placed his glasses on the desk, rubbed his face, and sighed repeatedly. Then he left the office and went to the professor next door, leaving me alone in his office, lost in thought. When he came back, he said the professor thought I could study philosophy.

I asked him why his reaction was so frightening. He said hearing me ask about graduate school was like finding out his best friend had decided to join the army.

This didn't happen in February. But since the theme for February was philosophy of art, it would be a shame not to mention it. However, as I said, my memories of January, February, and March are all mixed up, simply because school life was too repetitive. I spent most of my weekends playing games and reading.

I have a paper advocating that at appropriate times, one should let go of indecisiveness and choose the option of least resistance. Although it's an ethical advancement, I used a very playful term—"Playfulness," which could perhaps be translated as "just playing." This is certainly not the condescending contempt of "Beijingers are all high and mighty, spending their days eating and playing, nothing else," but rather a humble perspective. To recite her:

Playfulness is, in part, an openness to being a fool, which is a combination of not worrying about competence, not being self-important, not taking norms as sacred and finding ambiguity and double edges a source of wisdom and delight

This year, I recommended the coin-flipping decision-making method to many people. Some really liked it, while others simply envied my ability to make decisions with this attitude. Perhaps this is the most direct benefit of studying philosophy. I'm not sure if this implies a sense of class superiority. But I've never felt particularly good at philosophy; I simply enjoy the topics scholars research and discussing them with those around me, and that's how I gradually drifted down this path.

Regarding February itself, I played Lethal Company for a long time, watched Little Witch Academia, and made a mini-game. On the day I received my first offer, this is how I recorded it:

I love everyone, and I have so many delicate thoughts I don't know how to express here.

My life is like being on a road, constantly moving. Everyone shines in their own way, while I become very scattered and don't do much. But looking up at the rooftops, I see layers of light reflecting off the sun and clouds. If the world can respond to me with this image, my life has never been bad.

When the weather is nice, you should go out more. Walk on roads no one would expect, walk on roads you don't even know you know.

Regarding graduation, this is what I said:

After the brief, rosy campus life of last semester ended, after a busy day, I would always think about graduating. First, I felt happy, having met so many lovely and interesting people. Then the memory of leaving comes, and everything I've done seems like fleeting, hazy memory.

This state of mind is like traveling in Athens/finishing a book/watching 10 seasons of Friends—a startling realization of my own insignificance, yet a feeling of a bright future and a promising outlook. Looking back on the entire journey, I find myself unclear about the path I've taken.

Games

Just as February wasn't particularly philosophical, March wasn't particularly game-oriented.

But this was definitely my most game-focused January this year—I completed my graduation project, a narrative game where I played as an AI; I attended the annual Game Developers Conference (GDC), which I doubt I'll be going again in 2026. At the end of GDC, when saying goodbye to the volunteer boss, I created a rather ambiguous atmosphere. I said wistfully that this might be my last time at GDC. I always inexplicably go to strange events, and I can't even explain why. But I'm lucky; I always encounter the kindest people who guide me.

The volunteer boss, unable to tolerate such sensitive topics, quickly stopped me, saying, "Because you don't know what to do with yourself, you'll definitely come back in your own way."

You will always find the people you want to meet.

But back to games, I still want to create something, though it doesn't necessarily have to be a game. Zine, poetry, and this—these are all forms of creation, and nobody's going to pay me anyway. Thinking about it, if a game I make ever reaches the point where it can be released on Steam, I probably wouldn't feel comfortable charging a lot of money. In short, as long as people like my games, that's fine; how much they're willing to pay is up to fate. But that wouldn't count as work.

In my year-end game report, I kept thinking I didn't play many new games this year, but I played more than last year. Besides Dota 2 and Warhammer, which I've been playing consistently, I also tried Elsinore, Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord, Warheim, Silent Hill 2, Terraria, and a bunch of multiplayer games. As this is a year-end report, I won't go into detail about my experience with each game. I can only take this opportunity to recommend Elsinore and Silent Hill 2, and to thank my friends who will still be playing games with me in 2025.

The strangest thought I had about games this year was that narrative games seem to overlap with the imaginative demands of reading. If I read a lot, I'm less inclined to actively play a narrative game, but for mechanic-based games like Warhammer, Terraria, and Dota 2, the bar to entry isn't as high. This might be why I haven't played Disco Elysium yet—I'm not ready to appreciate it.

Commemoration

April is a month of endings and farewells—farewells to classmates, professors, clubs, and university life.

Strictly speaking, I stayed in the US until July, so April wasn't a true farewell to America. Even so, many farewells to friends occurred at the end of the semester.

The reason I call April a commemoration, besides the farewell factor, is also because I bought a new used camera. When I first went to San Francisco in March, a friend who accompanied me packed up his Sony camera. On the last afternoon of the summit, we decided to leave early, taking a bus along San Francisco's steep streets to the Golden Gate Bridge. I admired the way he took photos. What admiration could prevent you from becoming the same? So, at the end of the trip, I bought my own camera. So, in April, when I had nothing to do, I would wander around the school, taking some not-so-great photos. In hindsight, some shots could only be taken in West Lafayette on an afternoon.

Oh, right, I also made the decision about where to go for graduate school in April. Perhaps from that moment on, my future path was already determined. Anyway, in order to stay in touch with people who care about me after graduation, I had a tendency to start my own news blog. But at the time, I hadn't announced it to anyone.

So far, at a frequency of about one update every forty-five days, I've published three NewsLetters. Almost no one gave me any feedback, so I'm not sure if anyone actually read them—some friends who didn't expect to read them did, sharing their recent feelings; some glanced at them and later asked me; some always forgot to read them.

It seems every ending is worth commemorating. Then the ritual of recording became increasingly complex, the focus increasingly tedious. Most of the pressure of commemoration was relieved through diaries; the remaining small portion, the lingering ones, saw the light of day in this way.

Farewell is commemorated through remembering.

Travel

I got sick during my trip and graduation ceremony. I had a cold from the day I left school until I returned and developed pneumonia. Being sick isn't anything to reminisce about, of course, but playing Half-Life 2 while dizzy reminded me of when I was a child, sick and staying home watching TV in the sun.

Many of my travel experiences have already been mentioned above—in early March, on a whim, I dragged a classmate to the Aesthetics Summit; a week later, I returned to the same city for the Game Developers Conference; after a quiet period at school until the end of the semester, I went to Boston alone, watching the buildings disappear into the fog, and even walked along the Freedom Trail to the final cathedral. (Those familiar with Fallout 4 might recognize this place). Afterwards, I attended PAX with a classmate.

Then I joined my family's trip to the US, but from the second day onwards, I became aware of the unresolved family conflicts. However, considering the overall style of this article and my positive attitude towards life in 2026, I won't go into the details here—every family has its own troubles.

Interspersed within the family trip was my graduation ceremony, and me shivering with a fever at the ceremony. After the family trip, I was idle at home, playing Terraria for a very long time, and finally, I traveled alone to Santa Fe to give my first speech at the Aesthetics Summit. However, I only finished writing the speech the night before.

Of course, I also went to Guangzhou in November.

Now

Of course, there's still a lot to say about this year. For example, work (my colleagues are super nice, and the work itself is quite interesting), starting to learn the ukulele (intensive practice), and dating (I didn't get to do many things I wanted to do). There are also many random thoughts I'd like to share. However, considering the following reasons, I've decided to shorten it:

1. There are only two hours until the New Year, and I don't want to be agonizing over my 2025 New Year's report in 2026. Posting it during this transition is the best approach.

2. Many of the things mentioned above happened recently and haven't had much time to settle. Writing it all down at once would make it even less coherent than what I'm writing now.

I'm not sure if anyone will read this New Year's review, which could be explained in two sentences, after I've broken it down and rambled on for so long.

Thank you to my parents (even though family conflicts remain unresolved), thank you to my sister (unconditionally), thank you to my childhood friend (we're still friends after all these years, that's wonderful), thank you to all my friends, thank you to my family, and thank you to myself for still being willing to say these things. In conclusion...

New Year's Wishes

1. To be able to go to graduate school
2. To learn a foreign language (Japanese, Greek, or Swedish, I think.)
3. To become proficient in the ukulele
4. To complete a psychological counseling training program (not very useful, but I'm very interested in it)
5. To do a Game-A-Week for a month
6. To learn how to make maps using the Source engine
7. To rebuild and build my own blog. (Added January 9th; New Year's wishes added within a month should also count.)

中文

我细数了一下自己活过的新年，其实有印象的也就十六个。要让我全记住这十六个跨年夜跟背十二生肖一样，能说出俩仨就不错了。不会背十二生肖跟不会打麻将这两件事有辱我中国人的身份，但是我已经接纳了这份耻辱，就着最近老想着吃的糖葫芦一起咽进肚子里了。索性我肠胃一直很好，这种程度不堪不足以击垮我的消化系统。

不过话又说回来了，在十二月底，连七着天写完了一个不知道怎么样的论文。写之前兴致勃勃，我感觉我的创意十分完备，可以猛攻别人的观点；写的时候发现论文的东南西北角都漏风，于是越写越不知道自己写的是什么；写完之后发现自己只引用了两个作者，短暂地怀疑人生之后把这份屈辱也吃进了肚子里。但不论如何，我发现自己的创作欲望被点燃了。于是趁着新年，一口气地把想说的话都说出来——重新梳理一遍今年，再郑重的宣布新年愿望。

今年一整年都像是北京的冬天一样，难以预测——从艳阳高照到寒风凛凛只需要一个晚上。但不管怎样北京的冬天也没有西拉法叶那如同隔壁西伯利亚的冬天熬人。这里的太阳虽然干燥，但暖和多了。

总起

从写作的角度来说，我担忧把一整年拆成十二个月份来叙述的方式显得拖沓。从现实的角度，我担心一方面根本不记得一月二月三月到底有什么区别。这段时间像是糨糊一样糯糯唧唧的混在了一起。我当然能根据当时的日记来重新讲述当时的故事。可这样的流水账又有谁爱听呢？这样的故事别说别人了，连未来的我都不好意思递出去。写出来的东西自己看都害羞还写些什么呢？虽然哪怕到今天，我也对我写哲学论文和做游戏这件事感到不好意思，但我还是想做这些事情。不过大家好像都还挺喜欢我做的游戏，根本没人读我的哲学论文，所以我也没有真的不好意思，只不过觉得自己还做的还能更好一些。

一月总归是一个让人欢喜的月份——结束了长达三个月的申请和一个月的与世隔绝。我自由地充满欣喜地，还带着隐隐即将毕业的忧伤，开始了新学期。只不过当时的我没这么想，刚刚准备开学的时候我在日记里写下这段话：

原本以为这个假期像是晒海绵，把原本潮湿黏糊糊的海绵放到太阳下面，让紫外线狠狠地拷打。四个礼拜之后干燥的海绵就可以重新吸入很多不知道哪里来的但是肯定会很有趣的液体。但是现在却觉得只不过是把原本就潮湿黏滑的海绵放到水池底部，反复地咀嚼着同样的，让人不安的液体。明天就要开学了，完全没有调整的样子，没有离开，没有结束，一切都像过往云烟一样。这样的精神状况有些岌岌可危欸。

或许我的文学素养从当时就开始隐隐地发散光芒，只不过直到现在我才真的认真地面对自己想要表达的欲望。一月里做的最多的事情就是晚上过了12点之后不睡觉，开始连着看好几个小时的柯南。当时我的很孤独，至少我现在来看很孤独，因为经常会碰上一整天不和人说话的情况。我偶尔会给自己做饭，然后觉得食物真是美好。下午会看着自己没有进展的研究生申请发呆拖延，拖延的结果是开始看柯南。因为天气的原因，在很冷的房间里缩在被子的体验就像是在夏天里喝冷汽水一样印象深刻。

当然这一个月我也在看书，因为很喜欢森见登美彦，于是在2024年底买了很多书。即便到现在也只读完了《四叠半神话大系》，但当时我的意识到了一直拖延的读书问题，把他写的《奔跑吧，梅洛斯》捡起来读完了。这本书现代化了很多经典日本小说——比如用大学生的身份重新演绎了中岛敦关于人变成野兽的《山月记》。记得那个脱离社会，不愿做出实事，害怕自己的才能一实践就会被击垮的，变成野兽的人反思到这样一句话：

碌碌无为，则余生太长；欲有所为，则人生苦短。

除了生日，最让人能想到年龄的就是新年了吧。

哲学

其实我也不知道自己是什么时候决定自己想读哲学的。我还记得我第一次问跟我关系最好的教授有关研究生的事情的情景。他坐在办公室里，办公室最里面放着一台咖啡机，右边和左边都有两个书架摆满了书，面前的书桌上交替堆叠了一摞论文和书。他办公室没那么整洁，但是我反而觉得这种乱糟糟的模样才更有活力。我教授是那种如果聊天激动了会忍不住揉脸的人。当我一开口问研究生，他的面色凝重，长叹一口气。他把眼镜轻轻地放在了桌子上，揉了揉脸，期间伴随着段段叹息。随后他走出了门，到了隔壁教授的办公室，只留我一个人在他的办公室里发呆。他回来后说，那个教授觉得你可以读哲学。

我问他为什么反应如此让人恐惧。他说，听我问读研究生就像是知道自己好朋友决定参军了一样。

这件事没发生在二月。但既然二月的主题是艺术哲学，不提这件事情觉得很可惜。不过就像我说的，一月二月三月的记忆糊在了一起，原因仅仅在于上学的生活过于重复。周末的时间大多也被我拿去打游戏和读书了。

我有一篇论文在劝说该在合适的一些时候放弃纠结，选择阻力最小的抉择。虽然是一个伦理上的进展，但我用了很游戏化的词汇——“Playfulness”，或许可以翻译成 ”就是玩儿“。这当然不是”北京的爷就是爷，一整天不是吃就是玩儿，没别哒“的阶级上居高临下的蔑视，而是一种平凡的视野。用我自己的话来翻译Maria Lugones的一段论文就是

所谓Playfulness就是接受自己可能无知和出丑的开放。这种开放是不再在意竞争力，不再自视甚高，不再把规范和规则视为神圣，和重新在模糊和有利有弊的朦胧情形中寻找智慧和快乐。

今年给很多人安利了丢硬币决策法。有人特别喜欢，还有人只是羡慕我能以这种态度做出决定。可能这就是读哲学的最直接的收获。我不确定这是否暗含了一种阶级优越。但我从来也没觉得自己很会做哲学，只不过自己喜欢学者研究的话题，喜欢跟身边的人一起讨论这些事情，就慢慢地漂到这条路上了。

关于二月本身，我玩了很久致命公司，看了小魔女学园，做了小游戏 收到第一封Offer当天，我是这样记录的:

我爱大家，还有好多细腻的心思不知道该怎么写在这里 自己的生活就像在路上停不下来，大家都有自己的方式闪闪发光，反而我自己变得很涣散，做的事情也不多，但是抬头从房顶上看到太阳与云相互遮挡映照出的层层光芒。如果世界还能以这种画像回应我，我的生活从来就没有糟糕过。 天气好，就该多出门走走。走些谁都想不到的路，走些自己都不知道的路。

关于毕业，我是这么说的：

从上个学期短暂的玫瑰色校园生活结束之后，忙了一天之后的晚上总会想起自己要毕业的事情。先是感觉自己是幸福的，遇到了很多既可爱又有趣的人。随后又会记起自己要离开，做的一切事情都会像是过往云烟一样，飘渺，模糊。 这种精神状态像是在雅典旅行/看完书/10季老友记 一样，惊觉自己的渺小，又觉得前途坦荡，未来可期，回看整段旅途却发现自己也不清楚一路走来的轨迹。

游戏

就像二月没有很哲学，三月也没有很游戏。

但这确实是我今年游戏氛围最浓一月了——做了毕设，一个扮演AI的叙事游戏；去了一年一度游戏开发者大会(GDC)，想必在2026不会再去了。GDC结束时，跟志愿者boss告别的时候，我把气氛搞得很暧昧。我惆怅地说，这可能是我最后一次来GDC了。我总是莫名其妙地去一些奇怪的活动，连我自己也说不清是为了些什么。但是我很幸运，我总能遇到最善良的人带着我找到方向。

志愿者boss听不得这种敏感的话，连忙打住我，说，因为你也不知道该拿自己怎么办，所以你肯定会用你自己的办法回来的。

想见的人总会再见。

不过说回游戏，我还是想做些什么东西出来，但其实也不必要非得是游戏。Zine，诗歌，还有这个，都是创作吧，反正也没人会付我钱。想一想以后如果做的游戏真的做到了可以上steam的阶段，我好像也不会好意思收很多钱。总之做游戏有人喜欢就好，他们愿意为这个付多少钱看缘分也是不错的。不过这样就不能算是工作了。

年末的游戏报告上，一直觉得自己今年没玩什么新游戏，但比起去年玩的游戏数量更多了。除了一直在玩的dota2和战锤，今年还尝试了Elsinore，骑砍2，瓦尔海姆，寂静岭2，泰拉瑞亚，和一众联机游戏。作为年末报告，我就不花更多篇幅来仔细分析每个游戏的体验了。只能趁着这个机会推荐Elsinore和寂静岭2和感谢那些还能在2025年陪我玩游戏的朋友们。

今年关于游戏的最离奇的想法是：叙事游戏对于想象力的需求似乎和阅读的想象力需求重叠了，如果我读书读很多的话，其实不太想主动去玩一个叙事游戏，但对于机制类的，像是战锤，泰拉瑞亚，dota2这种理解起来的门槛就没这么高。可能这就是我拖到今天还没有玩极乐迪斯科的原因——我还没有准备好去欣赏。

纪念

四月是收尾和告别的月份——跟同学告别，跟教授告别，跟社团告别，跟大学生涯告别。 严格来说，我在美国留到了七月份，所以四月算不上是真正地和美国告别。即便如此，与很多朋友的告别都发生在了学期结束之时。

之所以管四月叫做纪念，除了告别的因素，还在于我新买了一台二手的相机。在三月第一次去旧金山的时候，随行的朋友收拾了他的索尼相机。在峰会的最后一个下午，我们决定提前闪人，坐着大巴，沿着旧金山的陡峭街道到金门大桥走一圈。我欣赏他拍照时的模样。有什么样的欣赏会拒绝你变成同样的人？于是在旅行结束时也买了自己的相机。于是在四月闲来无事时，就会在学校周围乱逛，拍一些并不伟大的作品。以现在的经验来看，有些镜头的确只能在西拉法叶的下午拍到。

噢，对了，我在四月还做出了研究生去哪里的决定。或许从那时起，我之后的轨迹就已经被决定了。不论如何，为了在毕业之后还能跟在意我的人保持联系，我在心里产生了一个倾向——干脆写一个自己的新闻博客吧。但当时我还没跟任何人宣布。

至今为止，按着四十五天左右一更的频率，已经连载了三期了。几乎没有人给过我什么反馈，所以我也不太确定还有没有人认真读他们——有没预想过会看的朋友读了，给我分享了Ta最近的感受，有扫了一眼后来问我的朋友，有总是忘了读的人。

好像每一件事情的结束都值得纪念。然后记录的仪式变得越来越复杂，关注的点越来越繁琐。有大部分纪念的压力靠着日记卸了出去，剩下的一小撮，消散不掉的，就靠着这种方式以见天日。

告别通过记录完成纪念。

旅行

在旅行和毕业典礼的时候生了病。我从离开学校的那天开始感冒，直到再次回到学校患上肺炎。生病当然没有什么值得怀念的事情，但头晕时玩半条命2的提样让我想起了小时候生病请假在家一边晒太阳看电视的记忆。

很多旅行的经历已经在上文提到过了——在三月初，一时兴起喊着同学参加了美学峰会；一个礼拜之后又回到同一座城市参加了游戏开发者大会；在学校沉寂到学期末，一个人去了波士顿，望着在迷雾里消失的建筑，还沿着自由之路行走，走到了最终的大教堂。（熟悉辐射4的朋友或许会对这里有印象）。之后跟着同学参加了PAX展。

再之后加入了家族的美国之行，但从第二天开始就意识到了至今也没有解决的家庭矛盾。不过考虑到整个文章的风格和2026年积极向上的生活态度，具体发生了什么就不再这里多赘述了——每个家庭都有些自己的烦恼罢了。

在家庭旅行中间穿插了毕业典礼和在毕业典礼上因为发烧而颤抖的我。家庭旅行结束后赋闲在家，玩了很久很久的泰拉瑞亚，最后又一个人旅行去了Santa Fe在美学峰会上做了第一次演讲。只不过演讲的内容是我在演讲前一晚才赶完的。

当然还在十一月去了一趟广州。

现在

当然今年还有很多事情可以说。比如说工作（同事超级好，工作内容也算有趣），比如说开始学尤克里里（高强度爬格子），比如Dating（很多自己想做到的事情没有做到）。也有很多莫名其妙的想法想跟着这些一起说出来。但是考虑到以下几个原因，决定缩减一下：

1. 还有两个小时就到新年了，不想在2026纠结2025年的新年报告。趁着交替之际发出来效果最好。
2. 上述很多事情也是最近才发生的，没经历过什么沉淀。一股脑全写出来会比现在写的还没有头绪。

我也不太清楚两句话能讲清楚的新年回顾被我拆开来揉碎说了这么多还有没有人会看。 感谢爸爸妈妈（哪怕家庭矛盾悬而未决）感谢姐姐（无条件）感谢发小（这么多年还是朋友，真好）感谢一起玩的朋友们，感谢家人，感谢还愿意把这些话说出来的自己。在最后的最后，就用新年愿望来结束报告吧。

新年愿望

1. 有学上
2. 学一门外语（日语，希腊语，瑞典语任选）
3. 熟练尤克里里
4. 完成心理咨询培训（没什么用，但是很感兴趣）
5. 做Game-A-Week 一个月
6. 学会用起源引擎做地图‘
7. 自己重新编译搭博客。（1-09 新加，一个月内加的新年愿望应该也算吧。）