My name is Beiyang. Lu Beiyang.
There was a time when I really didn't like my name. I quite envy my peers, because most of them have names that are more masculine and easier to understand. Such as Feng, such as Hao, such as Gang. Beiyang, on the other hand, always sounds a bit literate, not powerful enough, and bookish. It's not that I haven't thought about changing my name. I also secretly updated the Chinese dictionary and gave myself a simple and easy-to-understand name like Lu Meng, Lu Zhuang, and Lu Qiang. But that was ten years ago.
Ten years later, when I read "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Nanshan Youtai" there:
There are mulberries in the southern mountains and poplars in the northern mountains. A happy gentleman is the light of the country. A happy gentleman will live forever.
Only then did I realize what simple... Yet heavy expectations my parents had for me.
But now the hope has long become a luxury, and I have been away from them for a long time.