Morning Workspace
Every morning at six, before the city wakes, I spend an hour at this desk. Coffee steaming, screen glowing with last night's simulation results. It's the quietest, clearest moment of my day.
Moments I've captured. Click any image to view full size.
Every morning at six, before the city wakes, I spend an hour at this desk. Coffee steaming, screen glowing with last night's simulation results. It's the quietest, clearest moment of my day.
The lab is always cluttered with motors, control boards, and half-finished prototypes. This was a Wednesday afternoon when we finally got the robotic arm's first joint tuned. That mess of wires later became the most stable communication link in the entire system.
Our second-generation prototype. 40% lighter and three times faster than the first. The shell isn't on yet — you can see every wire and structural line. Sometimes I think exposed mechanics are the most beautiful.
Taken on a trip to Shenzhen. The landscape shifted from northern plains to southern hills. Three hours on the high-speed rail — just enough to finish reading a draft paper. Building robots has taught me to think and iterate on the move.
The view from my office window after work one evening. Beijing's winter twilight is brief — the sun disappears in about ten minutes. That day we had a breakthrough on a positioning algorithm that had been stuck for two weeks. This moment felt worth keeping.
2 AM, the only light left in the building. Not overtime — I was writing something for myself. A small tool for control systems. Daytime belongs to projects, nighttime belongs to me. The tea in front of the screen had been cold for two hours.