I hate talking about intrigue between colleagues.

I hate the intrigue of life, the constant suspicion and quarrel, and the inexplicable distance, because it is easy to know someone, but difficult to know someone, and I don't want to lose it like this. Sometimes you will complain that time passes too slowly, sometimes you will sigh that time flies, and I just want to seize every moment worth cherishing ... You envy what others have; Seeing what you have, you are showing off; Sometimes I forget what I want …