<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Relationships on mantou's blog</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/tags/%E4%BA%BA%E9%99%85%E5%85%B3%E7%B3%BB/</link><description>Recent content in Relationships on mantou's blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 00:00:00 +0800</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/tags/%E4%BA%BA%E9%99%85%E5%85%B3%E7%B3%BB/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Getting everything ready</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260525/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260525/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After waking up today, I finally woke up, so I got up and washed up, then went to Sam&amp;rsquo;s Supermarket for a walk. There was no purpose, I just really wanted to go in my heart, and then I went. Later, I had dinner with my friends and went out for a stroll. I also took advantage of being with everyone to express my inner thoughts and share them with them. Many of my ideas did feel better after I expressed them. However, there are still some things that are still sinking in my heart, and I cannot really solve them through expression and communication, so I can only digest them slowly by myself. For example, I&amp;rsquo;m tired of doing things based on other people&amp;rsquo;s faces at work, but this seems to be somewhat unavoidable. For example, even though you are clearly taking a break, they insist on letting you continue working. If you rest, they will make your rest extremely unpleasant. So the initiative and enthusiasm that I had finally cultivated were extinguished time and time again. So how can I make something like this disappear or be solved by expressing it?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A day in the rain</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260521/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260521/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was almost midnight last night 12 when I received a video call invitation from my college teacher. I picked up the conversation with some confusion and curiosity, and from then on, we chatted for almost an hour before hanging up. There&amp;rsquo;s nothing important to say, it&amp;rsquo;s more about the teacher&amp;rsquo;s concern and care. When he saw me today, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but think of his past. Knowing that it is not easy, I thought of communicating with me more to relieve the pressure that I may have or already have.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Others are mirrors</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260515/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260515/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Today has been quite urgent and rushed, and I don&amp;rsquo;t like this feeling. But when I think about it more carefully, I realize that the reason why I feel this way is because there are too many things and they are too complicated. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t take care of myself and had to take care of other people&amp;rsquo;s affairs. As a result, I didn&amp;rsquo;t finish my own affairs and almost missed the last train. But I will recall that the recipient who has been complaining that he has not done well is not the current self or the past tense self? I was patient and furious with the careless person across from me. I am patient because I am really helping the other person, and angry because the other person is not only wasting his time, but also wasting my time. So I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but have a more comprehensive understanding of my past self, and I began to understand my leader and boss better, and I began to hate my past self even more for not being motivated and often lazy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>5.3</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260503/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260503/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Today is a day off, and I can say that I have done a lot of things that can be done today. I met with more than ten friends and shared my work experience and feelings. While my own work is important, I think theirs is more important.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, I haven’t had time to record it until now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>More specific follow-up work</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260415/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260415/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Today&amp;rsquo;s work is concrete and the information is detailed. Today I made some necessary sharing and exchanges about some of my investment operations. As a result, a lot of my content has become extremely serious and cautious, just like dancing ballet on a high-altitude tightrope, every step is cautious and every step needs to be perfect. In fact, today&amp;rsquo;s sharing is nothing, and I have not prepared anything. It is more like a casual external display, which is more perfunctory and relatively frivolous.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Recording loneliness, talking to myself</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260308/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260308/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Zifang went home this afternoon, ending his two-day short stay at my house. Then not long after he left, another friend of mine also went back after having dinner with me&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I write this, my sense of isolation and loneliness has dissipated a lot. It seems that this has something to do with the action of starting to code, right? But what I want to say more is that I have actually experienced such a scene countless times. But in this aspect, I just seem to be extremely uncomfortable. No matter how many times I&amp;rsquo;ve experienced such separations, my emotions start to spiral wildly within the first few hours of their departure. I can&amp;rsquo;t tell what the taste is, but it just feels so uncomfortable in my stomach that I can&amp;rsquo;t describe it. Then watch them leave lovingly as they leave&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Long live friendship: a little gift that moved me</title><link>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260201/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 23:01:01 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://mantou-blog.pages.dev/en/p/20260201/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without friends must be dull. That thought has been with me for the past six months, and its voice keeps getting louder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I still remember how little of a social life I had during my four years at university. Whenever I had time, I went to the library and stayed all day. When I felt particularly bottled up, I would work through my WeChat contacts, “bothering” friends one by one and asking them to talk. Over time, that did not work out very well. I often reached out only when I needed somewhere to put my feelings, and I think they began to find it tiring. Perhaps I chose bad moments. Perhaps I was simply poor at noticing how they felt and caused them more trouble than I realized.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>