<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[My Site 7]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Site 7]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2026 07:22:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.theworldisee.net/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[An Epistolary Love Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[1980s China. A flawless doctor. A patient with two selves. Told through diaries and letters, in three handwritings. The story was inspired by Rose in James Cameron's Titanic, who, through her love for Jack, discovers the hope and strength to truly live. Click to read]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/an-epistolary-love-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a995a3620b9c897c304325d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:37:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_622ad1f575484b47a2d7c26fc4df51c6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reading The Grave Robbers' Chronicles (A Book Review)]]></title><description><![CDATA[The sense of the inexplicable is one of the wellsprings of creation. It's precisely because it can't be explained that I hope to explore it through writing. Today I finished The Grave Robbers' Chronicles proper, and my mind wandered off for a whole evening, always feeling something stuffed and stifled in my chest, yet also feeling that a piece was missing, just like today's rain, which looks refreshing and cathartic but leaves you feeling gloomy all the same. The source of the catharsis is, I...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/reading-the-grave-robbers-chronicles-a-book-review</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9956fbb79de6bdd0be1fc5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:16:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_3b6e6391a7bb4ac980707cb872218610~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Name of Protection (Reflection on First Dissection Experience)]]></title><description><![CDATA[My original heart is a love for the natural and the untouched. I love the breath of all living things, love watching them run free in the woods, on the grasslands, or across the ice fields, yet in the blink of an eye I meet them instead on the dissection table. For a long time I was afraid of dissection, afraid of cutting open those wondrous creatures, and this is also why I so revere Fabre. Fabre once said: "You work in torture chambers and dissecting rooms, while I make my observations...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/in-the-name-of-protection-reflection-on-first-dissection-experience</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9956adb79de6bdd0be1f3c</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:15:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_76a354ba98ef4fc99475d8f26aee0d35~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_565,h_558,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Live For Present (A Dream Record)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Last night I dreamed of the end of the world. Up in the sky there were many grubby, filthy pigeons, as though they'd mutated, flying about every which way, and all the man-made things in the air were plummeting: space stations, satellites, drones, weather balloons and the like, falling as slowly as a whale fall. The BGM was the sound effect of the ships landing in Dune. There I was, just watching all sorts of strange things drop from the sky. Someone beside me asked, if you had to recommend...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/live-for-present-a-dream-record</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99560d20b9c897c3042007</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:13:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_31477c79835b412dbdafa8c54af413ae~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_535,h_570,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA["Fate takes no bribes, but hope is with you. This is the true meaning of faith, the road of the believer" (For 16th Birthday, Originally on Wechat)]]></title><description><![CDATA[A pretty happy day. It's so good to have you all. May we stay forever green. Last night I was scrolling on my phone and just scrolled right past midnight, and it wasn't until the birthday messages came in that I suddenly realized I'd gotten a year older. They say the days pass one at a time, and a person doesn't just leap all at once from 2023.9.16 to 2024.9.16, but this one day is somehow just so apt to send you into a fit of sentiment. A year is both long and short, long enough to forget...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/fate-takes-no-bribes-but-hope-is-with-you-this-is-the-true-meaning-of-faith-the-road-of-the-beli</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9955b3871b5df6d6738c15</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:11:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_0aa69559db6d4658818267ef05c3bd59~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_905,h_806,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Crossroad (Written After First Week in International Department)]]></title><description><![CDATA[If none of it had happened, then what would I do. Reaching the crossroads, the forking paths beyond count, the fog lying thick. A moment's rush of blood led me onto the one where the mist hung heaviest, and when the fervor passed and the air turned suddenly cold, all that remained before my eyes was that road leading into the unknown, woods standing on either side, lightless, so deep the end could not be seen. They say that when the sky clears, the trees are bright, the sky is blue, the...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/crossroad-written-after-first-week-in-international-department</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99555220b9c897c3041e4f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:09:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_a908adc961b246c9979d9a3904643fad~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Desire (A Diary)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Why would I be so happy that I cry? Why is it that when people express the most extreme happiness and the most extreme pain, they always choose tears as the medium? These two seemingly opposed emotions, why do they converge along different roads within our tears? Perhaps it's precisely because they are not truly opposites in essence, but rather the two faces of a unity of opposites. So many of the so-called "antonyms" in this world are, in the end, nothing more than two sides of a single...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/on-desire-a-diary</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9954ed73635d7de256d432</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:08:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_527a8a09d16443e5b7e21c8cba46d431~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_634,h_647,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Free Will For Human (A Thought)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Humans have free will, and do not operate according to a set program the way a machine does, and therefore possess a part beyond mere matter, namely a soul. But is this right? Then do animals have free will? If they do, does that mean animals have souls too? If they don't, and if we assume at the same time that Darwinian evolution is correct, then it follows that humans too evolved from ordinary animals, sharing a common origin with every other living thing on Earth. So at what point,...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/why-free-will-for-human-a-thought</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9954a320b9c897c3041cc0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:06:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_2b06af45bb04420c878b17fba1db13c3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_575,h_574,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[That Summer (Originally on Wechat)]]></title><description><![CDATA[I want to take the high school entrance exam all over again, so that I could live through that most beautiful summer once more, carrying the most beautiful state of mind. A while back I watched Bidao on Bilibili say that a person's perception of how long a stretch of time is depends on the proportion it takes up in the time they've already lived, and that time passes for us on a logarithmic scale. Maybe there's something to it, since the days really have gotten faster and faster one after...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/that-summer-originally-on-wechat</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a995461871b5df6d673894b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:05:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_7ce04213a67b44859607cb125f7acb94~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_887,h_966,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Aurora (A Dream Record)]]></title><description><![CDATA[I've seldom been one for sweet dreams in this life. Most are a murky gray, or nightmares of dread. Last night was the exception. My soul actually drifted back upstream to the day I left America. That day I very nearly missed my flight. On the airport shuttle bus I ran into every friend I knew and every one I didn't, heard everyone talking about math, economics, philosophy, or the destination of their next trip, and so I very nearly forgot the departure time. The bus had all but emptied out at...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/the-aurora-a-dream-record</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99540c871b5df6d673889f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:03:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_42e789d8a4294445a3af4442e678daf8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_971,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reading The Smiling, Proud Wanderer (A Book Review)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Checking off The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. A book this long is no easy thing to finish, though getting to the end left me feeling a bit like a dog that just ate chocolate... You can feel the political allegory and the depth of thought, but the collapse of the characters at the ending and the usual ailments of the male-oriented genre still made me want to cough up blood. I beg the writers of male-oriented fiction to spare us the romance lines. Is there really nothing better to write about? But...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/reading-the-smiling-proud-wanderer</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a995377e6f4cab1716930b9</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:01:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_ca69f7332a214e5c8bf655afdd4a4e3a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_612,h_477,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Birthday With Two Cakes (For 17th Birthday)]]></title><description><![CDATA[I've been in low spirits a lot lately, without the leisure or ease of mind to tinker with words, and I honestly thought this piece was going to die in the cradle. Thankfully the Mid-Autumn Festival gave me the courage to finish it up and put it out. Today, taking advantage of the festival, I had cake with my family again, and my seventeenth year on Earth can be considered brought to a satisfying close. ———————————— I've always wanted to write a piece like this, as a kind of birthday present...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/a-birthday-with-two-cakes-for-17th-birthday</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a995322b79de6bdd0be17da</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 11:00:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_2ccf624bdc18413791de2a177288b618~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_683,h_641,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Suffering the breeding ground of literature? (Originally on Wechat)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every time a big exam or some major blow comes to an end and a stretch of free time follows, I get this feeling that even though my body is still at school, my thoughts have been set loose free of charge. They say suffering is the breeding ground of literature, but suffering itself cannot bring literature into being. When a person has been repressed to a certain extreme, they don't want to write at all. Otherwise Frankl would have just carved Man's Search for Meaning straight onto the wall of...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/suffering-the-breeding-ground-of-literature</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99526320b9c897c304183d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 10:57:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_80b115ec38b140f68cc3d90851ad4814~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[After Four O'Clock (Originally on Wechat)]]></title><description><![CDATA[A low-energy person, worn out after a long day, goes to a park they haven't been to in ages to relax and unwind, only to run right into high schoolers heading back to school. By a little past four in the afternoon the high schoolers had gradually disappeared one by one, and the park's age distribution visibly cracked into a gap, so that a seventeen-year-old walking through it felt like someone who had traveled through time, at once an outsider and someone who had lived it, very calm and very...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/after-four-o-clock-originally-on-wechat</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a99521e20b9c897c30415f2</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 10:55:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_64e9eda0d4fd4e5194a2501e3fafe0b1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_462,h_421,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Leaving Brown Florida Keys (Originally on Wechat)]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the departure lounge in Miami, I suddenly heard a familiar piece of BGM. It took me a while to place it. It was Madonna's "Hung Up." And in that moment I realized that I was no longer as clueless about this country's culture as I once had been, and that I would not be alone either, because this experience had made me believe, more than before, that there are many good people in this world waiting for me somewhere in my future. I can't say that these few short days changed anything about...]]></description><link>https://www.theworldisee.net/post/leaving-brown-florida-keys-originally-on-wechat</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9951ac20b9c897c3041448</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 10:54:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9e3e93_7ceb8ba144dc4dbfbb249fa6cf483204~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_461,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>若涵 丁</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>