Things About College, Memories of a Middle-aged Uncle
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On August 9, 2020, I sat alone under the shade of the plane tree in front of the library, listening to the music I listened to at that time, looking at the eight teaching buildings where classes were held at that time, recalling those years, those people, and those things... It has been thirteen years since I first walked into Xiangfan University in September 2007, and it has been since June 2011. It has been nine years since I graduated from Xiangyuan. I am too persistent, I am too unwilling, I seem to be possessed, I can never forget or be freed. Every pixel in my eyes is a memory, and every beat of my heart is searching for cicadas shouting on the trees ten years ago, but no old classmates come out of the teaching building... I remember that when I walked into the school for the first time, it was just a loess hillside. In the year of graduation, saplings were just planted here. Today, it is full of green trees and beautiful scenery. Time is not about the change of things and people, but the constant overlapping of seals, which makes people sad and makes people more and more clear: In this beautiful place, I met so many lovely people, I once loved her deeply, and I also squandered all my youth...
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