Above the dark clouds lies a clear sky; cherish every moment of inspiration.

 The recent pressure of work seems to have turned everyone into emotional madness.

One second it's bright sunshine, the next it's a sudden downturn and a dark cloud due to workload demands.

I'm truly grateful to you all for your support and help.

When I encountered various unpleasant little incidents at work,

you were there to cheer me up, guide me, encourage me,

and comfort me. Without you, my sometimes depressed mood wouldn't have cleared up so quickly, because only you understand these feelings.

Without you, I might not have been able to persevere under so much pressure.

But when many people talk about our work,

they always think our jobs are easy and comfortable.

Little do they know that our huge monthly workload

requires a strong heart to survive

; otherwise, we can easily become depressed.

Although I'm not strong enough to be unaffected by anyone or anything

, I've definitely grown compared to my past self.

As Sister Lei once said

, "Most of the time, what drains your energy isn't the work itself, but the people you encounter at work." The work itself isn't tiring; balancing emotions is the most exhausting.

But to be honest, I don't regret it at all. I'm

even grateful because this job

allowed me to meet you all, giving me so many warm and beautiful memories. It's

because of you that I met the people I cherish most.

Even with the biggest difficulties and the most unpleasant things, I'm not afraid,

because we are not alone. We will all be each other's strong support,

guiding, accompanying, encouraging, and supporting one another.

Your laughter is my laughter,

your sorrow is my sorrow.

This Christmas, I received Christmas gifts from the three of you

. It seems like I haven't received any Christmas gifts since graduating from school .

Thank you for making me feel warm in the tense atmosphere.

Thank you for the surprises—

the heartwarming hand warmers, water bottles, and bags

. I'm especially grateful to one person for my efforts this December. Thanks to you.

Thank you for helping me break through my limitations.

Thank you for helping me improve. Thank you for your encouragement. Thank you for your help. When we were pessimistic, you gave us positive energy, encouragement, and support . Thank you for your help to me and CC. I truly remember every little thing. Suddenly, I found myself humming "The sun always shines after the storm." Life's journey is filled with sweetness and bitterness, joy and sorrow. I wish to share it all with you . Inevitably, we've stumbled and waited . But we must bravely look up; there's sunshine above the clouds. I want to cherish you all, to cherish all the emotions you've given me.

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