I'm going to have to go to college
My university, just remembers puguchi, does not have much recollection of sen lin, which seems to be left only for stories。
The heavens of puguchi are thick. It's just a little bit of sunshine on the road, and when the wind blows, the shadows on the ground are running. Occasionally, a few birds jumped and jumped on the trees, and suddenly they were evasive and flew into the trees opposite. It's hard to see trees that are too tall to see, and young campuses are not enough to carry too many stories, but only a few legends that are common and long gone in your memories。
Puguchi's night, it's hot. Outside the school, the nine foods are always so popular, all kinds of snacks are scrambling, all kinds of fruit, toys, old books, as if the people who sell them were bugs in your belly, and he knows exactly what you want to buy. In the dormitory door, lying on the bed, the buzzing mosquitoes were so thick and loud. The roommate was arguing about the teacher, who was the most beautiful in the class, who did the worst, who took a bath, and it was almost time for the lights to go out. At that point, the mosquitoes were losing their voice, and perhaps the mosquitoes were smug to death. The bug outside the window squeaked and gradually lost its voice. But the window was brightened, and the moon was raised, and the earth was white. And suddenly, when the wind blows, the twigs and twigs and twigs, but later, nothing。
Puguchi's people are lonely. Love, often beautiful. University love, however, is a little more pure and a little more ambitious than high school. In this cradle of loneliness, love grows unwittingly, and only a little while after school, whoever is left alone is a couple, and the opportunity is gone once he has insisted on it. As always, love is so instantaneous that if you don't hurry, you can only watch the play. There is too little love in the world, or too little love, like a rare resource, and everyone wants it, and then they find it。
It's the porpoise that's stuck in my heart forever. On bicycles, on long slopes, passing through the roads on both sides of the platinum tree, looking for classrooms in an irregular school building, and accidentally late, red-faced, running to an empty spot, sitting down for a day. Always complaining about why all classes were given in one classroom, like high school, so that there would be no disorderly search for classrooms and inexplicably late。
If you wake up early enough to smell herbs, to listen to birds, to watch the red sun rise as if the world was new, and you were the first person to see this new world, you wanted to run, jump and embrace it completely. And the morning wind, which is blown forth, pours over its body, as if it had been filtered, and feels nothing but pure and calm。
This is the porpoise of memory, like a station in the body, which accidentally broke into the world and left only one sighs。
The second part of the book: why don't we work together
In the autumn of this year, i was on my own journey to struggle in a foreign country, with an infinite desire for the outside world。
Walking on the loud streets, ingly groceries and glamorous snacks on the streets, i forget. Just a touch of the renminbi in her pocket, and watching a woman of grace walk out of a shop with a big bag of glamorous, enviable, thinking about when she will become financially independent and no longer relying on her parents to pay for my life. However, every disillusionment has made me all the more aware that i can no longer become obsessed with the unrealistic bubble dream that has been painted in my head and that there is a long `road ahead, and now i must take every minute of the present and do something that is meaningful to myself and worth to life。
Having entered the university campus, no longer a loving parent, nor have you had many years of intimate friends to make a sound plan for you, you have to restrain yourself from being impulsive and angry, and from being friendly with your fellow students from all walks of life, who have different characteristics, and who have heard from their brothers and sisters that learning to live with each other is a compulsory university course。
However, repeated strikes and lack of attention have divided my fragile little mind and deeply felt powerless. I often think that i'm not doing good enough, that i'm too bad, that i'm too sensitive, that i'm too resistant to stress, and that why i'm trying to make change without seeing any results. At this point, i miss my old friends. How are they? Do they have the same pain and anguish as i do in the land of the diaspora? Little h on the phone comforts me with a friendly word from home. She's been a good friend for many years, and her words seem to know me better than i do myself, and i'm in a state of relief。
In the hurried days, winter came silently, and at the end of a semester i became accustomed to university life. From the initial panic to the present, i have not become ostensible, but i have not lost this school year, at least in the face of people and things. I just want to live in peace and quiet。
Now there's a very popular topic on twitter, "who's youth is not lost" and especially mr. Liu's saying, "you feel alone, that's your chance to know yourself." you don't understand. It's your chance to know your friends. You think darkness is right, so you can tell what your light is. You feel helpless so you can understand who you are. You think you're lost, who's not lost。
Now that i can't see the future, why don't we fight hard, whether it's good or bad, at least i've tried. It is hoped that in the next 10 years we will look back and not regret what we have done today。
In the following post:
The short text of the remo english speech is for 12-06
Journal of life at university newborn campus 12-04
Invigorating short text 09-14
Synopsis 09-10
School life 06-15
School life 09-06
School life 07-01
School life 09-03
School life 06-22
School life 09-03
