Song Qingshi woke up from sleep,
People are taking the college entrance examination,
Sixties.
[What major should I choose? The teachers are good and the doctors are okay. My mother was confused for several days.
The poems of Song and Qing Dynasties were filled in with one stroke of the pen and three or two strokes.
A month later, when the admission notice came out, my mother directed her artillery fire at the old girl for the first time, uttering frantically:
[There are so many points to take and so many majors to choose from, but you want to study engineering?
[Look down and take a look at your white and tender face and hands. Which of them are you expected to major in engineering?
Song Qingshi, a beautiful and romantic little literary princess, lay lazily on the swing and squinted:
[It is everyone's responsibility to serve the country]
Question:
What was it like to study at an engineering university in the 1960s?
Song Qingshi looked up at her porcelain-white face and answered with crooked eyebrows: Not bad!
Note: The copy was written on September 23, 2022
Intention: struggle