Also known as: "After failing the high school entrance examination, entering the dream life of vocational high school"
The wind blows in from the window, bringing with it the freshness of autumn and the smell of distance. The truck moved forward, heading towards an unknown distance.
And I, standing today many years later, pieced together such a story based on these fragmented memories. I can't remember many details. I can't remember where Wu Bian went in the end. I can't remember whether "Fangge" was heard by more people later. I can't remember the last issue of Long Night Light's online magazine.
I only remember that a group of teenagers lit a lamp in a shabby warehouse in an inconspicuous vocational high school. They were looked down upon by others, defined by others, and were beaten by fate again and again, but they never lowered their heads. They write articles, play football, play in bands, give voice to the weak, and cry out for ordinary people.
They are like weeds, growing in the cracks of rocks, savage, tough and endless.
Are they geniuses?
Maybe so. He is not a genius who is a master of academics in the secular sense, but a genius who dares to shake his fist at fate, a genius who is willing to bend down for strangers, and a genius who dares to light a lamp in the dark night.
What falls is the young man's heart, but what never falls is the young man's spirit.
The long night finally dawns.
Purpose: People should not be bound by labels