This article is a diary story of me, an ordinary college teacher, from half my life. Extremely banal, extremely trivial, but extremely true.
I didn't write a diary every day, but I kept recording my life every now and then. Looking back, the total number of words is about three million, which is equivalent to six volumes of "Historical Records" or three volumes of "A Dream of Red Mansions". Such mediocre words dare to compare with classics, which is undoubtedly offensive to the ancestors. It is ridiculous, but very true.
The text records half of his life journey: from traveling as a young man to study for a Ph. D., To returning to his hometown to teach in a university after graduation, marrying a wife and having children, and then being forced to leave his homeland to make a living.
I recorded the daily life in the Sanchi Lecture Hall, the iron-clad camp and the running water of the soldiers, and watching the batches of children walking past my eyes, I can feel that I am growing up at the same time.
The text records every bit of family life. It describes the surprise that my son's growth brings to me every day. Looking back now, my son is now an adult, and I realize that I am no longer the young man who laughed and cursed. Am I old? Or has it grown? How can you not have mixed feelings in your heart?
The text describes the rush and collision in society for decades, with the sun shining brightly and the miasma pervading the atmosphere, the efforts to move forward after getting back up, and the pessimism and despair after being discouraged. The complexity of the world makes me worried, but precisely because of this, I have to say that the world is worth it.
This is extremely primitive text and has not been specially processed. The content is mixed and the writing is crude, but the story is true and absolutely not fictitious, which is its only advantage.
Why post it online? I thought of the time to summarize my life, and hoped to attract like-minded people to share my wine with the wind, guide the people, and walk hand in hand.
Concept: A half-life diary story of a college teacher, with gains and losses, tears and laughter, sunshine and miasma. Although banal and trivial, it is extremely real.