Chapter 3 The Colors of Nankai-University, University

windsmile One should not always miss the past, it proves that he has no sense of accomplishment or happiness now.But I'm really experiencing happiness between fulfillment and boredom, and I'm trying to maneuver in order to gain a sense of accomplishment. Those lovely memories like old photos make me fondle admiringly and never forget, and make me happy when I am depressed, and make me smile innocently like a child. one of the first philosophers I met this man who later became the "first philosopher" in the philosophy department in the first class of the semester, and the theme was of course self-introduction.Whenever I recall that time, this scene is always clear: I was late that day, and as soon as I entered the classroom, I found an empty seat and sat down quickly, and then looked around at all kinds of novel faces.Everyone has the confidence and longing of a freshman on their faces.In the end, my gaze involuntarily fixed on this "neighbor".Oh my god, I saw the coolest person in the world right now—white hair, square face, wide cheeks, sharp edges and corners, a beard that is slightly shorter than the hair, extending from the side of the cheek to the neck, the mouth is slightly open, and the eyes are blank And persistently staring at the plane tree outside the window.To tell you the truth, his appearance is not handsome at all, the boy is definitely not, and he can even find the shadow of Zhoukoudian people, especially the prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes - he must be tall and mighty!That momentum has completely shocked me (at that time I believed that this man must be a wizard).He may have noticed that my gaze was a bit too much, and he glanced at me with disdain, and I immediately lowered my head in shame.

The students in front stood up and sat down one by one, and finally it was the man's turn, and he stood up.Suddenly, I found that he was not much taller than me standing!It turns out that the man has a long upper body but a short lower body, so he looks very bluffing while sitting.I must have thought it was very humorous at the time, because I distinctly remember laughing, silently.I also know that this is bad, and I feel that other students also want to laugh, but they must bear it.The man is from Jiangxi, I only understood this sentence, because his Mandarin is extremely poor.When he sat down, he gave me another disdainful look.I must have offended him, I thought.

On the podium, the class guide was asking: "The first student to apply for this department, please raise your hand." I am, so I raised my hand.At this time, the whole class laughed out loud.When I was surprised, I looked around in a daze, and found that only me and this man raised their hands in the class!It turned out that only the two of us volunteered for this major, and the others were transferred.I was a little overwhelmed by everyone's curious look (that first time, what an embarrassing word).This old man was more open-minded, and smiled at me with a "hey hey" half-mocking and half-goody, and his mouth became even bigger.After crossing the robbery, the brothers are here, and when they meet, they smile and wipe out their grievances.

First Philosopher II The mandarin of this old man from Jiangxi is so poor that he would refer to "main building" as "mainstream" and change "Wang Zhaojun" to "Huang Zhaojun", and the sound quality is not good, like a cracked Hong bell.He likes to sing popular songs loudly in corridors, water rooms, and toilets. The lyrics belong to others, and the music belongs to him. He is devoted and confident, and doesn't care about other people's feelings at all. At that time, I was an active member in school. I organized some music poetry readings, campus beauty contests, etc., and occasionally published something in internal and external journals.At that time, I was young and energetic, of course I didn't want to give away the title of "first philosopher".Once, a few boring department friends talked about this matter in the dormitory, and they encouraged us to start a debate. The topic of the debate is the most boring topic in the history of philosophy at present-"How many angels can stand on the tip of a needle".The specific defense at that time is forgotten now, I just remember that I tried to demonstrate that angels cannot stand on the tip of a needle from a materialistic and idealistic point of view.Everyone is very disappointed with me, the unstoppable angel wants you to prove your head!I cut myself off from the people.But this old man who was usually dull at that time unexpectedly connected with natural science and theology with eloquence, and finally came to the conclusion that there can be countless angels standing on the tip of a needle!I was dumbfounded and stupid.

Since then, the "First Philosopher" has been released. After that, there was a saying in the school: "You can forgive the principal if you don't know the principal, but you can't forgive the crime if you don't know the 'first philosopher'." It can be seen that this old man's reputation spread far and wide. When the "first philosopher" traveled in the ocean of logic and made some achievements, I was crazy about psychology and philosophy of life. One of my papers was published on "Philosophical Research", which has opened the history of our department. The first of its kind.I have also been appreciated by several old professors for this.I know how to apply what I have learned and apply the theory to practice. Girls often come to talk to me, which makes my colleagues jealous. They start calling me "Love Ph.D. Supervisor" and "Evil Doctor". The journal she edited called me a "depressed senior" (Why am I depressed again? Did Yi see me clapping the railings or hear the sound of broken strings?).

The First Philosopher III We are on the 3rd floor of the main building, with spacious classrooms and sunny windows, such a good Feng Shui is a must for "military masters".Because the school has few classrooms and the style of study is positive, some students often cannot occupy a seat and have to study on the stairs or in the garden outside the building.Some people are masters at occupying seats, seeing the timing of the meal or waiting until the classroom is over, they rush in and spread books on the table like a goddess.Those books are the banner of the first lander, and then the colonist can go away in peace, and then walk proudly to the colony with his party or family.

There is such a joke: Once the "first philosopher" went to self-study, it was a little late, and there were no seats left.The old man looked around the classroom but couldn't find a shelter, so he put his schoolbag on the podium and sighed softly.The bad thing is that his schoolbag is too old and it is a black leather bag, which looks very much like an old professor's file folder (besides, although he is not tall, he is considered vicissitudes of life, and he wears a suit that never changes all the year round).At this time, a girl asked him disappointedly and timidly: "Teacher, is there any class here in the evening?" Afterwards, almost everyone in the classroom left except for a few students from the same department.

Later, I directly dealt with the "No. 1 Philosopher" in the election of the student union. At that time, I was a fan of the government, and I took the big things seriously.And he is also very dedicated and highly valued, especially in the field of logic, which I am very proud of. He really has a strong logical thinking ability.In the end, I got my wish and became the class monitor and then elected as the chairman of the department.To be honest, at that time, the vision was so narrow that I felt very fulfilled.In this round of competition, the "first philosopher" failed to gain the upper hand.I think the real reason for this is that this guy is too "non-mainstream", and although I have done various things such as growing long hair, it is still orthodox (of course, maybe he has already realized that everything is empty. ?).

Since our respective personalities may always have some restraints, we have always been distant and have not had a deep friendship.I believe that there are many classic jokes that I have missed.Although this "first philosopher" is arrogant and uninhibited, he is still polite to me, and he also calls me the suffix "brother" in my name.Afterwards, we were all busy with our majors and other things, the familiar places lost their scenery, and spent every day numbly. There is also a deeper memory of "The First Philosopher" when he was about to graduate. At that time, a little girl from a foreign department was pursuing him. At noon in summer, there were often shrill voices calling my brother's name downstairs in the dormitory. Almost the entire dormitory building The boys all started booing.The little girl was half a head taller than him.Then it was the day when graduation was approaching, and the dormitory was always in a mess, mixed with the crisp sound of wine bottles and the yelling of playing cards.Those who staggered back from Tiannan Street were men and women who supported each other and occasionally vomited.I was busy with my internship at the unit and invited others to have a farewell meal. Occasionally when I returned to the dormitory, I would see the "first philosopher" standing in front of the window in the corridor, lost in thought. He didn't need other people's comfort, I understand.He didn't get into graduate school, which would be unbelievable to anyone. The "first philosopher" found a teaching position in a middle school in Zhejiang. One morning in July, he boarded a train heading south without saying hello to anyone.

I can't understand his feelings, I only know that he is far away from the university, the city, and the emotions he has given.The same people can never step into the same river again. classic quotes (1) "Freshman doesn't know that he doesn't know; sophomore knows that he doesn't know; junior doesn't know that he knows; senior year knows that he knows" This is a kind of evolution from chrysalis to butterfly, which completes the process of second examination of oneself without its own body.How can a newborn calf know what a tiger is?That impulsive and ignorant newborn era is actually the happiest. After all, young people are young and thin, happy, angry, sad, happy and suffering. Come and go, the clouds are outside the blue sky, and the water is in the water bottle.In the future, there are many issues to consider, such as study, activities, child-like love, work, future, and other issues. While busy, I have no time to think about other things.When I really became an old fritter and became an old goblin, when I suddenly looked back before walking out of the tower, I realized how shallow and ridiculous it was from seeing mountains and seeing water to seeing mountains and not seeing mountains and seeing water and not water. Seeing mountains is mountains and seeing water is water.The vast majority of all retained is not really wanted.

(2) "Nankai's famous restaurant is from the Normal University, and the girl from the outer courtyard is a big man" This phrase is quite popular and describes the characteristics of several universities in this city.Nankai's brand is famous for Premier Zhou's phrase "I love Nankai".But I really like and miss this campus.The quiet Xinkai Lake, the horseshoe lake with floating lotus, the stone benches around the lake, the shadows of the trees, the simple and graceful teaching buildings, the innocent smiles and the girls with schoolbags, the wisteria grows wildly along the dormitory buildings, and the competition square is full of kites , the lovers holding hands side by side, the familiar stadium, the swimming pool that was once over the wall and sneaked into in the middle of the night... everything is within reach and seems like a lifetime away.People can't step into the same river twice, and it's impossible for people to repeat the same emotion again. When they know to reach out and grab something, that thing can't be held back.Maybe everyone has such a complex emotion for what they once had. The leadership mechanism of the Normal University is well infiltrated with philosophical thought.Matter determines consciousness. People don't live to eat, but they must eat to live.Only by laying a good material foundation in college can we better teach and educate people and further improve the superstructure.The rice at the Normal University is really delicious, and it can make the rice into an art. A piece of rice is placed on a large plate, and each piece is just one tael. The dishes are also complete in variety and variety, and they are divided into grades and grades, which are economical and affordable.There is an exaggerated statement that every time a meal is opened, half of the people in the canteen of the Normal University are from the neighboring school. In fact, women are more gifted at mastering language. With a little practice in this area, they can develop the language to the fullest and become language masters.On this point, I disagree with what Qian Lao said, "All birds that can sing are males, such as chickens", and thus deduce that men have a higher level of language skills.At least the ones with good pronunciation in foreign languages ​​I've heard are mostly girls.It may be because most of the beautiful girls have high aspirations and want to go abroad, or they are very smart and think that foreign trade is more profitable, as can be seen from the cars parked outside the school gate on weekends (it is said that Rolls Rice), so there are a lot of girls in the outer courtyard. Tianda is a typical school of science and engineering. Generally, there are more boys than girls in science and engineering universities. According to the market law of supply and demand, girls have the capital to pick and choose.In this way, among the male students, there is a comparison and a measure, and there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, so there is no shortage of handsome and suave men.The boyfriends of several girls in our department were selected from the general training focus in this way.Due to the unbalanced ratio of males and females, and the fact that the two schools are only separated by a wall, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Boys who are very big often stroll to our school, and their eyes emit green light at night.Here comes the wolf. Love Story: Autumn Wind In the fall of his senior year, Xiao Zhen tragically lost his girlfriend.Xiao Zhen was my best buddy in college. Xiao Zhen and Dan (whose real names are also withheld here) were met by me.Dan and I are from the same hometown, and we met at the hometown meeting in our freshman year.Dan is in the Department of Foreign Languages. She is talkative. At first glance, she is a smart girl, and she is also beautiful, the kind of hot beauty, a little arrogant.Dan and I dated for a while, and almost everyone who knew us thought we were in a relationship, and even the teachers in the department made fun of me.But we never got together, and it really didn't feel like that.Maybe I just can't stand the relationship with fellow countrymen, just like the so-called ambiguous so-called love that is easy to occur among overseas students. As for Xiao Zhen and Dan, they have been dating for two years.They played like crazy together.Originally, the two of them are very popular figures, Xiao Zhen is handsome and has a lot of contacts, and Dan also has a lot of followers.I used to think that after being crazy for a while, they would naturally calm down and guard their comfort zone.But one day, Dan came to me and told me what was on his mind.She said that she was very happy with Xiao Zhen, but she didn't feel like a long-term companion. She felt that the relationship between them was not love, and she was not at ease in her heart (and what is "love"? It was just her own feelings , I think it is love is love).She said that recently she was dating a boy from the same department, and she felt that she didn't have to think about anything when she was with that person, it was very practical and natural.She was also very distressed, because Xiao Zhen treated her so well that it was almost pampering.My reaction at the time was not who was more suitable for Dan, but Xiao Zhen.Since Dan can say that, I think she and Xiao Zhen are going to break up.I'm afraid Xiao Zhen won't be able to bear this blow.I said a lot to Dan that day, I didn't want her to wrong me, and I didn't want her to stimulate Xiao Zhen too much. Two nights later, I was busy writing my resignation letter to the school leaders in the study room. I had so many chores in my senior year that I had no time to take care of club activities.At this time Xiao Zhen came to me, and I knew what happened from his expression and eyes. We walked up the dark stairs of the teaching building, and finally sat down.We just sat there quietly, smoking.The cigarette butt was dazzlingly red in the darkness, and the smoke drifted around, revealing a faint blue.We stayed for a long time and no one spoke. I wanted to say something but I didn't know how to say it. It seemed that I felt guilty. Why should I introduce someone? Otherwise, everyone would be fine now.I didn't dare to look at him, because it was too dark to see anything, but I clearly felt tears streaming down the face of this tough guy.It was a heart-piercing depression.We went to the terrace on the top floor and stood there letting the autumn night wind blow fiercely, wearily proclaiming: "The love of flowers is drifting with the wind, they don't seek and don't rely on very pride. Lonely people who want to be as beautiful as flowers, a proud heart fluttering in the wind and falling to people's feet... This is the season of love." Pay homage to the past I searched for the right words to express my emotions that whole season, and I knew I would never find them again.When the wind peeled off layer after layer of fallen leaves on my body, a face gradually dimmed, and I could no longer express myself. Sometimes I think that all beautiful endings are very lonely.The shadows of those people gradually faded away in my field of vision, it was just my montage illusion, they taught me how to be indifferent to the trivial things around me, but I knew I couldn't do it. Along the fence of Horseshoe Lake, I looked towards the center of the lake again and again. In the late autumn season, I couldn’t find the complete lotus and lotus leaves. Those beautiful cold lotuses, where are you in and what posture are you doing? Prayer? Through the moonlight like water, I only see the faint lake light.Those faint lights are like the destination of my soul that I yearn for and pursue. I can no longer talk about the topic of destination to you.It was also a night like this, there was a bright and bright moon that night, two people performed a beautiful and sad scene that night, and the bridge seemed so sad that it was about to break. Walking on the long Weijin Road, the backs of passers-by who come and go in a hurry are embedded in the night of the city, like a moving landscape painting, and I know that my back will eventually blend into it.I went from door to door, passing through many doors with similar faces.I seem to be back on track again, right in the middle of the book I read when I came here.Everything remains the same. "Being able to feel one's own existence without distracting thoughts is itself a kind of contented and peaceful emotion," said the old man named Rousseau.And what is my self?Maybe everyone is changing, it's just a significant difference and a non-significant difference.My thinking weighs on me so much that I can't carry it as my own, but often climb up on it, feel it, and let it go. Candlelight flickers in the dark night, flickering like a withered leaf. I don't know what to call the unexpected mood.I swore I would never write poems again, knowing that no one will read them except the fooled editor, but I still write like a persistent child, every time I burn out a cigarette, every time I write a paragraph, I will think of a person's name.It's ridiculous how stupid I was to get carried away. But today I tore those poems into shreds page by page, and I could hear a pain in every crack, just like the wind tearing those classical strings, flowing out a sad tone.Pieces of them will be incorporated into my next life. Beautiful endings are really lonely. The last leaf dies on the branch, letting me know that autumn is a thing of the past. "The wind comes to thin the bamboo, the wind passes by but the bamboo does not leave a sound", this Zen saying tells me that when things pass by, the heart will return to the original emptiness, and don't keep the tremors in the heart.How about I use "The geese cross the cold pool, the geese leave but the pool does not leave a picture" as its counterpart? Yesterday will not come again, the past is forever.So I use this pale face in the middle of the night, I use a pair of silent eyes in a lonely attic, I use this piece of nonsense to commemorate this season and the past.