I'm not an onion, I'm a narcissus, a narcissus that can't bloom in time.

This is a talk about daffodils and onions, which is written for new employees in Xiao Ai.

Although what we are doing now is a humble job, compared with a middle school student or even a junior high school student, there is no advantage, but I still firmly believe that I am not an onion, I am a daffodil, a daffodil that has no time to bloom, and I will try my best to grow up and not be as knowledgeable as an onion. An exquisite onion, no matter how fragrant, can only be an onion forever. Once the leaves of daffodils grow more luxuriantly, others will understand that I am not.

"But we still have to be optimistic and happy, and we can't be unhappy because we are treated as onions. Because if you die of depression, your epitaph will only say,' There is a smelly onion buried here.' "