fleeting time Zhang Guo God is in the clouds, only blinked for a moment, and finally frowned, nodding his head... fleeting time, as a souvenir.I feel more and more that today records yesterday, and tomorrow records today, so that over time, maybe when I leave this world one day, I will look back and understand myself and why I came here in the first place-this place is called life. In the first year of Nankai, it was in Yingshui Road.After I left this place, I never went back.There is no reason, it's like walking a certain distance, do you have to go back and see how you walked?Now that I have come here, looking back at that time, I just climbed the mountain to the mountainside, and when I look back occasionally, there are so many dense and shallow footprints under my feet, but there is no need to go down the mountain and climb again.

I don't remember much of the initial impression of the campus.But the name "Yingshui Road" is very unique when I hear it for the first time.Yingshui Road welcomes the arrival of water at the lower tip of the Jiuhe River in the past and today's water-deficient industrial city—Tianjin.It's very poetic, but when you really set foot on it, you know it's not the case.It looks dirty, messy, and broken, like an orphan abandoned by the city in the corner.The campus is literally in a rural area in a backward area, not in Tianjin, a once glorious metropolis.Here I am. Seeing that all this is so untrue, I can only smile wryly.After the wry smile, it is time to start a new life with a smile.The bits and pieces of life gradually converge into a trickle, infiltrate, infiltrate into the blood and bone marrow, flow, flow, slowly infiltrate and flow.

The campus is next to the Yingshui Road Overpass.According to records on the bridge, it was said that it set a record in Tianjin in the year it was built.When I read this record at the time, after living there for half a year, I was already familiar with the environment. There was an orange-red sun behind me, and it was in an orange-red dusk. In the dusk, there were dense flowers of various colors. Dizzy, standing there in constant surprise: so ordinary, it turned out to be... What looks ordinary, in fact, can be extraordinary, and can be remembered.The upper level of the overpass is the railway, which should be dedicated to coal transportation.Day and night, there will be trains rumbling past, long neighing, strangely distorted and exhausted sounds like some abused animals, giving people an indescribable shock for no reason.On the first night of living in the campus, I heard such a long call.Looking out of the window, it was clearly a truck, and I suddenly felt sad, thinking that it was driven from my hometown, and could go all the way to those desolate places outside the Great Wall outside Shanhaiguan.At that time, my father had just left, and it was the first time that I was a stranger in a foreign land, with no relatives.Looking at the dense lights outside the window, tossing and turning alone on the bed, hearing the sound of the train, I was even more homesick and missed my father.Afterwards, I felt this way every time I heard it, and the degree of sadness was lessened, but I could still feel the pain.Sometimes I even thought that I could just get up and jump on the train and ride it all the way home.When thinking like this, my mind obviously followed the rumbling train and ran to a distant cold place.I do not know how many nights the flute of the train shattered my dreams. When I woke up, even my heart was shattered.

The entrance of the campus is the station of No. 94. When it snows in winter and when it smokes in summer, you can see people waiting for the bus sparsely.At that time, every time I went shopping on Heping Road, I took bus 94 to the central square.He often gives up his seat in the car and proudly says that he is from Nankai.Once I got on the wrong bus and wanted to go back to the campus from the headquarters, but I didn’t get off the bus when I got to the central garden. I went around and sat back again. It was a short-distance free trip—especially because I was not familiar with Tianjin at the time. .Lying on the car window, looking at everything is novelty, no matter how ugly it is, there is something beautiful about it.Many times I came back at night. At eight or nine o'clock, the lights were turned on, and there were various smells in the air.In summer, the road tables at the entrance of small restaurants are repeatedly banned, and they are chaotic. It is an enlarged life and a shrunken society.

School is also society.Undergraduate students, vocational students, self-examinees, all eyes are full of people, and it is difficult to find a quiet place even when they are in love and kissing.It is very unbearable to occupy a seat in the self-study.Living for 4 nights, the conditions are not very good, the only good thing is that there is a large open space behind the building, and there is water.It's a pity that the open space is a huge dump and the water is full of rubbish floating on it.The color of the water is grayish green, with flashes of gorgeous filth from time to time.Many afternoons were spent there, walking around and reading.It may be because it is too dirty, so few people come.Seeing the water's edge from a distance is the girl's 3 nights.Occasionally, there are girls in the small woods opposite, which is a beautiful scenery.In those afternoons, I sometimes read books and sometimes people. I had nothing to read, so I just looked at the garbage and sewage. I didn’t feel that it was so dirty that I couldn’t get close to it.There are so many kinds of rubbish there. There are often white-haired old men rummaging through the big rubbish piles with sticks, and carefully put what they find into bags. Their very cautious and conscientious actions are awe-inspiring.There is a side gate in the southwest corner, an iron gate, and when the weather is good, children always get in through it to play football.Sometimes there is a football floating in the water, and the children gather around there, trying their best to catch it.These were all seen in the afternoon.In the cold weather, I would go to the door that is not easy to open, touch the iron railing with both hands, and try to imagine that I am a prisoner in the prison. I feel hopeless and helpless. A reflection of depression.If the door, which was rarely opened, was opened, a truck would drive in to load garbage, and thick yellow smoke would immediately rise from the garbage dump.At dusk, there is an old man pushing a cart of pancakes, pancakes and fruits, waiting for his customers alone.He didn't know that someone was watching him behind him, with such a lonely and desolate mood.When I left the campus, the garbage dump was being cleaned up, and there were lawns and stone benches behind Sansu.It is said that the pool has a name, called Friendship Lake, and it was being repaired at the time. I don’t know how it is now, but everything seems to be getting better and better.

I am very envious of the intelligence of Tianjin people, especially in terms of food. Needless to say, the "Three Wonders of Tianjin", even ordinary pancakes, fruit, pancakes and eggs are full of praise, and many of them are made by men.In the evening when there is no class, I would like to push my bicycle and squeeze into the crowd of any farmer’s market, smell all kinds of smells in the air, and look at all kinds of vegetables and fruits.The voices of bargaining came over, and even the voices of arguing passed through the crowd, and it didn't feel harsh to listen to.When you are hungry, wait in line for a flatbread egg, or two biscuits, and you will be satisfied.The aroma of sugar-fried chestnuts also came through, passing through the cracks of people.Sugar-fried chestnuts are said to be called Tianjin chestnuts in Japan, because Tianjin is the most famous.There is smoke curling up everywhere, very vulgar and plain human fireworks.There are so many delicious foods, so I often tell my friends that it is unreasonable for Tianjin people to be thin, unless they are masochists and go on hunger strike.The entrance of the campus is close to the No. 94 station, and there is a small restaurant, which is dark.The first time I ate ramen there, I became addicted, and then I ate it until I felt sick.Next to it is a steamed stuffed bun stall, where a short woman from Hubei sells steamed stuffed buns, small and exquisite, and delicious.I still miss it now, even though my friends advised me not to eat it.For a while there were rumors of various foot-and-mouth diseases, and everyone dared not eat meat, so I did.I have always felt that life and death are a matter of life, at least I can't starve to death in my good youth.There is an Amway restaurant across the road, and the female boss wearing a huge bright gold ring always smiles at me and my wallet maliciously with a cigarette in her mouth.One night I went there to eat fried pancakes, because I told the Henan master that "love" means "love" in English, and he gave me double servings.There was a time when a couple set up a steamed stuffed bun stand in front of the restaurant. They said they were authentic Hangzhou steamed buns. They competed with the one in Hubei. I have eaten it a few times. Apart from the price advantage, the taste is not good. I don’t know why. Not really "authentic".At that time, I dared to eat anything. In the middle of the night, I asked my friends to pay two yuan to buy me fried stinky tofu, which is said to be authentic Wuhan. Eat - I heard that there is already a KFC, which is the opposite.Being a Tianjin native is really a blessing. You never have to worry about having nothing to eat one day. If you really can’t find Chinese food one day, you will still have a hundred-year-old cheese Lin.

Now I still like to go to some remote small restaurants to eat, even if there are open-air garbage dumps around, even if there is a cold wind coming in, brushing my face, just for the kind of human fireworks in the desolation——in the desolation In the environment, you can more and more appreciate the warmth and preciousness of fireworks in the world, like walking in the snow at night in the cold winter, carrying an orange lantern, the flames flickering and swaying, and the smell of kerosene curling up—the color and smell that warm people's hearts. Morning exercise.Often, getting up is just in time to stamp the stamp before the physical education teacher leaves.Sometimes there are exceptions.

I remember one bright morning in spring, before half past six, I was awakened by a chirping sound.I opened my eyes and looked out the window. It took me a long time to realize that there was a magpie singing on the tree. It was not very pleasant to hear, but it made me feel happy, especially in the early morning. I thought it was a good thing to hear it suddenly. joy. There is only a solitary small tree behind 4 Su, with sparse branches and leaves.Little magpies look fat, even bloated, so they are easy to find.Tired of screaming, it cautiously jumped to the ground and staggered towards the building.As soon as it was coming, it suddenly changed direction, walked back, and slowly staggered away. It was a magpie that had just learned to fly.Seeing it seems that there is a soul-stirring taste in the air that can be experienced.Then I spent the whole day thinking about where it went, whether it would come back, whether it would wake me up in the morning.At that time, I was too lazy to get up, especially in the cold and windy winter, so I didn't have the courage to get up early.Once on a very cold day, I ran to get the stamp while I was breathing hard. After finishing the stamp, I found a senior fellow who stamped the teacher's stamp there, and ran away in embarrassment.When I became smart the next day, I wanted him to cheat me, and I covered it all at once, and he was no longer there-I haven't seen him until now.He called me later and said that he had been sent to work in Pakistan, a distant country, and he was from Nankai.

The campus is relatively closed, and many lectures have been missed. For example, during the three days when Jin Yong came, I didn’t read the news from the "China Youth Daily" until he left.While regretting, he called his friends to show off.At that time, I really liked to make IC card calls, but there were none in the campus, so I had to go out to make calls in the morning.Later, I saw that there was a telephone booth in Sansu, and I was very happy. I thought it was about to be opened, but I didn’t know that it was not opened until I left the campus.Thinking about it now, I must go back and make one in the future, and my wish came true.There are many Internet cafes, such as "Interstellar", "Global Village" and so on.When it is snowy, we will step on the snow to surf the Internet.Now there is a "Global Village" membership card, which is as exquisite as a Pacific card, waiting to be given away.

When I have nothing to do, I will go to the listening room of the audio-visual teaching center to listen to the tape at night.Listen to popular songs, domestic and foreign, listen to "love story", and the beautiful "You will live forever in my heart".The listening room was quite quiet, and golden sunlight shone through the glass in late spring evening, as if it had been shining into people's hearts.The melodious melody tells the story of love over and over again, never tires, slightly sad.Outside the door is a dark corridor, covered with dark red carpet, and the dim light looks like the eyes of a sleepy person. When the light is turned off, it is just an empty, dazed, blind eye.In the shadows, no human faces could be seen.

In that spring, for the first time, I was moved by someone.At that time, I always studied by myself on the 4th floor of the library, until one day I saw a look—the days when I was listening to "I only care about you". "As time goes by, I only care about you", Gigi Leung sang Teresa Teng's old song, with a hoarse and affectionate voice.So no matter what others say about her later, I think she is a jade girl. It was very hot that day, the kind of temperature that makes people sweat in spring. I shook the dozen one-yuan coins in the pocket of my shorts and heard them clattering. I thought I heard the voice of my heart.Huh, huh, huh... I sighed.Joy, confusion, ignorance, ignorance.When I went downstairs, my body was lazy and I had no strength.I think no matter what happens in the future, the most touching thing will be only once, and it will never happen again.There really won't be any more, right? That spring, there was a peach tree at the entrance of the library’s audio-visual teaching center. It bloomed very early. I paid attention to it from the first flower. Every morning, I ran all the way to count those red peach blossoms, and then I went to class.Later, more and more were opened, and gradually lost count.The color, number and fragrance of the peach blossoms are all recorded in the diary.Open it, it seems that there is a peach tree in the diary, weak, but with such an indomitable vitality, blooming, blooming, until the flowering period is over.I watched the whole process of this beautiful blooming, full of emotion.I was reading it at that time, and the diary was full of incomprehensible martial arts moves and the love between Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv... After reading it, I fantasized that I was Yang Guo, and after reading it, I became Linghu Chong again. I only read it, but I don’t envy Hu Fei very much. Because he always lives in a world of ice and snow, always drinks inferior spirits, and is in danger of dying at any time. There will be no more days like that.What I have are memories, and some are tomorrow.Tomorrow...recall...The melody of "You Will Live In My Heart" is soothing, melodious, sentimental, peaceful, and in that moving tune, that year has passed.Years go by like water. (Zhang Guo, a student of the English Department of Nankai University, grade 2000)