“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life, for there is in London all that life can afford.”

1777年，Samuel Johnson跟他朋友Boswell讨论时说出了这句话，流传至今，这也是现在很多人介绍London和表达对London情感时常常引用的话。但如果把London替换成其他的名称，譬如你出生长大的小县城，当前工作的大都市，从事的职业， 热爱的事物，抑或是爱着的某某人。当这句话跟自己扯上关系的时候，倒也有另一番感觉…

所以，别tired，保持热爱，No matter what it is…

回到这篇文章的主题，也是有关热爱的事儿。

Boontime 这个网站，它又又又上线了。记忆好的大学同学可能还有点印象，当时本人沙雕似的群发，拜托人家注册登录测试啥的，虽然做的像shit一样。哈哈哈曾经年轻愣头青的日子…

从大一寒假注册这个域名到现在，7年多了，倒腾迁移了好几次服务器，由于技术欠佳和考虑不周，遗憾弄丢了之前的数据，无法restore。

然后，就有了这篇文章…

先讲讲这个网站的故事
大一那会经常刷的知乎和豆瓣，得知后台都是用Python开发的以后(如今大部分迁移到了Golang)，对这门语言有了浓厚的兴趣，便开始自学，抱着练习的想法，有了这个网站的萌芽，断断续续，期间停滞了很久，功能模块也来回变化。但一路过来，它见证了自己技术的成长，也让我对做产品有了一些粗浅的思考。

很庆幸，凭借它，我找到实习，顺利毕业到现在，也一直都是从事Python研发工作。

顺便说个有趣的事情，第一份工作到现在，都是围绕着时间管理软件的开发，很契合域名中的time单词，不知道这是不是一种冥冥之中的安排…

ok，简单介绍完了网站的始末，最后说说这个网站后续的用途：

• Blog模块，主要会写一些有关技术总结和学习的文章；
• Idea模块，它是类似微信朋友圈、Twitter和微博的timeline，可以发280个字符以内的文字，有点赞，评论功能，同时也支持了上传Image和创建Hashtags。会发一些自己日常的意识流想法，日常拍和动态，提醒自己以后少发朋友圈，发这里就好:)；
• 其他模块，譬如注册、登录、搜索、notification提醒和基于websocket的私信等功能，只是为完善这个网站而开发，所谓五脏俱全，让它更像一个完整的产品；

最后，以英国诗人拉迪亚德·吉卜林的《IF》诗歌结尾吧，私认为算得上是篇伟大的诗，共勉~

IF
Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!