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Huangguoshu on campus

 In my childhood, I held your neck, whispering my dreams in your ear. In spring, you embraced a verdant world, letting me grow under your protection. I fluttered my wings, slowly setting sail. From the March winds, I understood the whispers of youth ; from the May rains, I understood the verses of life . In summer, you brought out a jar of old wine, intoxicating the campus, intoxicating me. You weren't drunk ; you let me pack my ideals, fill my bag with longing, and, carrying your alluring fragrance, fly towards the blue sky , soaring high, braving the scorching sun, fighting the storms, battling the heat. I was never afraid , because there was a pair of eyes behind me , watching me; because there was someone on the road of autumn, waiting for me , waiting for me in autumn . Autumn is the season of harvest, autumn is the season of falling leaves . When the autumn wind blows and the leaves fall, I will surely return to your side, letting you nestle in my arms. Let our love, our affe...
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shallowness and women

     When with an unmarried woman, the conversation inevitably revolves around her boyfriend's family background, job, appearance, how good or bad he is to her, and then his clothes, makeup... When with a married woman, in addition to these, there are her children, husband, in-laws, house, car... not to mention those close to her, like food, clothing, housing, and other close relationships. Once the conversation starts, they can chatter for hours without getting tired. This is understandable, but what's incomprehensible is that some women are born with a knack for stirring up trouble, acting like megaphones, adding fuel to the fire, spreading rumors, and sowing discord. They only want others to know that they are their closest confidantes, that they are the most beautiful like a Bodhisattva, and that they are the most sincere.     This is nothing more than a deep-seated contempt for women in the hearts of most men. They are demeaning themselves, interpreting "se...
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Talking about death

     For thousands of years, Qin Shi Huang sought the elixir of immortality, consuming numerous of them, yet ultimately still perished in his unified empire. Throughout these millennia, many emperors have sought elixirs of immortality, and in doing so, they too began their descent into death. They devoted immense time and energy to this search, yet ultimately, they too perished. No matter their military achievements, in the end, death was inevitable. In ancient times, the death of an emperor was called "jia feng" (驾崩). Many people were buried with the emperor, a practice considered unfortunate—that's the nature of ancient times. However, it's worth noting that so many talented and extraordinary individuals ultimately left this world; old age inevitably means death.     Everyone succumbs to death, beginning with the cry of a newborn child. Death is terrifying, but in my opinion, it's important to understand its complexities with the right mindset. Even emperors t...
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Australian male "demon" and female "ghost"

     Recently, Australia has produced a male devil, their current "Prime Minister" Abbott, and a female devil, their newly appointed "Foreign Minister" Bishop. These two devils are working together to attack China. I think the Chinese and Australian people should join hands to protect these two and prevent them from causing trouble.     "All nations and countries are fundamentally the same," is a Chinese concept. It roughly means that a country and a small family, though different in size, share similar principles of conduct and interaction with the outside world. Imagine a family where the man is an alcoholic and a woman a prostitute, the woman lazy and gluttonous, and the children gambling—that family will never be harmonious. The same applies to a country; without a good leader and a calm and stable government, the country will not have a bright future. There is a country in the world called Australia, known for its many kangaroos, a tropical region sur...
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Life is unpredictable, so cherish every moment.

     Today, the internet is rapidly and significantly impacting all aspects of human life, ushering in the "network age." While the internet has given us a magical world, enriching our lives, it has also exposed us to its terrifying aspects! Recent tragedy events like the deaths of Malaysia Airlines MH370 and MH17, and the TransAsia Airways flight B22810, have forced us to grieve and reflect on the impermanence of life. How far is the distance between life     and death? A breath! A loved one who was laughing and chatting with us yesterday may be lying in a cold funeral home in the blink of an eye, and no amount of pleading can bring them back from their coffin.     In today's money-driven world, more and more of us are weakening the bonds of love, family, and friendship. For money, spouses can turn against each other, relatives can become enemies, and friends can betray each other! Is money really that important?!     As the ancients said, "...
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No White Snake Under Leifeng Pagoda

     For the common people, the Legend of the White Snake, after becoming a myth, seems to have developed an inseparable connection with West Lake and Leifeng Pagoda. But things in this world are often like this: when it's widely circulated and believed to be true, it's suddenly proven to be completely fictitious. This is a deception, or even a form of harm, to the public. Because what they've passed down through generations, what they've invested their emotions in, turns out to be an illusion. It's like raising a child with great care, only to discover they aren't your own, or like a parent outliving their child.     Leifeng Pagoda is such an example. Because historical records show almost no connection between Leifeng Pagoda and the "White Snake." Leifeng Pagoda, also known as Xiguan Brick Pagoda, was originally called "Imperial Concubine Pagoda" because it was built after a royal concubine gave birth to a son. Later, it was renamed "L...
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Contradictory soul

     I've hesitated to write about this trip,     reluctant to disturb this tranquil and eternal land, the ideal framework envisioned by James Hilton. But I'm here nonetheless.     The tour guide, an omniscient expert in his field, spent half the journey showcasing the ruggedness, openness, and boldness of the Khampa people, and conveying the past and present of Shangri-La to my heart. His every word resonated deeply. No need for pretense; you had to be profound!     From the moment I boarded the tour bus in Lijiang, I surrendered myself to the guide, a robust, dark-skinned young man named Losang. Losang was the first university student from his village, shouldering the powerful mission of showcasing this remote and sparsely populated village to the world. Of course, it was also about achieving the desired prosperity and escaping poverty.     The road stretched on and on, extending into this long-undeveloped yet now burgeoning "tran...
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The Cat's Misfortune

     My cousin's family has a female tabby cat. Unlike the pet cats adopted by city dwellers, she's used to catch mice. Because there are few cats in the village, and she's so good at catching mice, she's been borrowed by one family after another.     Recently, several mice have gotten into their house, and every night they seem to be fighting, making a lot of noise. So, this tabby cat, who's been rumored to be incredibly powerful, was brought in to completely eradicate the mouse problem. The tabby cat arrived, but she seemed rather dull. At night, while the mice were making a huge racket behind her, she just curled up and snored. I couldn't bear to watch, so I woke her up and even carried her to the area where the mice were running rampant. She meowed a few times, and the mice immediately fell silent. When I got up in the middle of the night, I found the tabby cat curled up in the same spot again, snoring. What kind of cat is this? So lazy! How could she be som...
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Summer in my hometown

     The dazzling sunlight shone down, spreading heat across the ground, making the air seem to boil. Not a single cloud in the sky, summer's power was on full display. The neighbor's dog panted, its tongue lolling out, and chickens and ducks panted. Cicadas chirped restlessly in the trees, "Zhi-liao, zhi-liao." Gusts of wind blew by, bringing no coolness, but rather a bit more heat. The leaves on the trees shimmered with golden spots as they swayed in the wind. Some insects seemed unfazed by the heat, scurrying about in the fields.     Summers in my hometown are hot, but full of joy. In summer, the trees are laden with bright red lychees, bunches hanging upside down, making one's mouth water. Sitting down, I happily picked a few to taste; the sweetness instantly warmed my heart. That feeling is truly unforgettable. The lingering aftertaste evokes the line, "I'd eat three hundred lychees a day, and gladly remain a Lingnan native forever."     In a ne...
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Summer Night Thoughts

     Last night, after a satisfying meal and laughter, I walked slowly under the dim lights, searching for my way home. Looking up at the sky, the view from my neighborhood was so limited that I could only see a faint, lifeless star hanging in the distance. Planes from Xi'an Xianyang International Airport silently cruised across the horizon. Beneath my feet, the gravel path disappeared into the bushes—truly, "the path seems to disappear into the deep grass and trees, but then it appears under my feet!" Everything felt so comfortable and natural.     The quiet summer night, the peaceful mood, and not a trace of weariness. Suddenly, I realized that on a normal day, I would be dragging my weary legs, rushing home from work. But now, I felt so content!     The monotony and pressure of life constantly surround us, unchangeable and unavoidable. Life is simply being born and living on… Birth is accidental, living is inevitable! When you occasionally empty you...
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A person's life is but a matter of fortune and misfortune.

 　　In life, fortune and misfortune come and go, and in the end, we all return to dust. Perhaps you can't be an official, but you can certainly be a good person; perhaps you lack money, but you can certainly be rich. 　　As for fate, it's said that you can't change what's destined to be yours. There's no need for futile struggles; Heaven has already arranged everything for you. 　　As for marriage, every broken pot has its lid, and every person has someone who loves them. If you were determined to marry him/her, there must have been a reason. Now, turn a blind eye to his/her intolerances and open one eye to see his/her strengths; no one is perfect. 　　In a family, a few discordant notes, cleverly put together, might create an exceptionally beautiful melody. It depends on how you appreciate it; the performers, at least, are enjoying themselves. 　　Friends who want to leave you, don't force them. Bringing them back might only bring back a petty person. True confidants do...
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Despair lies between the abyss and the earth.

 　　It never appeared again. 　　I lost my former sky, 　　my own sky. 　　Its appearance was clear, 　　its color was blood red. 　　It was innocent yet fierce. 　　It would drag me into the abyss 　　because I no longer had 　　the courage to reach out to the sky 　　, nor could I spread my wings to it. 　　When it became a second earth 　　, it lost its original azure color. 　　When the sky became earth, 　　it became a second hateful world 　　, meaning that the last hope 　　was gone. 　　When the sky became a second earth, 　　you began to hate this world. You 　　no longer had a single wing 　　to spread. You gave up on this world, 　　despised everything here, 　　yet didn't want to be dragged into hell. You 　　could only struggle aimlessly, 　　not even knowing how long you would hold on. You 　　might fall at any moment, 　　but all you could do 　　was weakly struggle . You 　　didn't like that world , and you 　　didn't want to fall into hell. 　　You could only be stuck in the darkness in between 　　, despising the wo...
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Watching the sunrise from Phoenix Mountain

 　　Phoenix Town boasts a natural Phoenix Heavenly Lake, attracting countless visitors eager to witness its sunrise and perhaps even spot the giant salamanders. In winter, snow sometimes falls on the lake. Phoenix's local specialty is Phoenix tea; wherever there are trendy people, there is Phoenix tea. 　　Around four in the morning, people are still sound asleep. The dark sky is dotted with only a few twinkling stars, and all is quiet except for the sound of wind rustling through fallen leaves and the chirping of insects. 　　The tea trees on the mountain smile in the darkness, silently attracting the dawn. The unpolluted natural oxygen bar provides energy to the tea trees, allowing them to live a more vibrant life and brew a richer, more fragrant tea for humanity. 　　Suddenly, a series of knocks on the door wakes me from my sweet dream. "Watch the sunrise! Get up quickly!" I hurriedly get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth, drink a cup of water, and run outside to wait for...
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You and me under the blue sky

 　　The sixth day of my teaching stint. I stared blankly at the sky over Wuchuan, Zhanjiang, occasionally spotting a plane taking off. I watched it streak across the horizon. This teaching experience, though not numerous, was unforgettable. The complexities of interpersonal relationships in the outside world are like the crisscrossing power lines above an old-fashioned alleyway—a uniform black, intermingled and indistinguishable. I didn't bother to distinguish them either. 　　The innocence of the elementary school students, their voices and eyes, felt like a baptism for the soul. Their curiosity about the outside world, their pursuit of knowledge, were like ours in the past. They would sometimes tire of the classroom, sometimes rest their heads on their hands, seemingly indifferent. Even when criticized 　　, they would only widen their eyes slightly. But their innocence meant that even after being scolded, they would still be smiling the next day, still as curious as ever, determined ...
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Holiday Reflections

     Long ago, I thought that place was incredibly beautiful, a perfect place to live. But when I saw it with my own eyes, everything changed, becoming both familiar and strange. The PM2.5 level here is indeed very low, around 28, but the weather is unpredictable and volatile. Every day is scorching hot, the blazing sun baking the earth, showing no mercy. The weather here isn't just hot; it's muggy, making it hard to breathe. Occasionally it rains, and you'll see the sun rising while it rains. If it rains, it's a downpour, like water poured from the sky, quickly forming rivers. However, it doesn't last long. The vegetation here is exceptionally lush. Walking through the streets and alleys, you'll see towering coconut trees, their branches reaching out to the roadside, silently watching over pedestrians without leaving a trace.     As for work, I just want to write a note: In the quiet of the night, looking through the windowpane at others sleeping soundly, I won...
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How do you feel about being pressured to have children?

 Today is a bright and sunny day in Wenzhou, with a pleasant temperature. Last night, Valentine's Day, I posted several photos of Mr. Chen and me together on my WeChat Moments, along with a long caption and a poem I wrote with heartfelt emotion: "I wish the rest of my life could be with you." Today, I received several messages on WeChat from my aunt. She asked if I had gone to Changsha to see my doctor for a checkup, and said that we needed to hurry up about having a child, as a child is necessary to maintain a couple's relationship; there can't be a love that lasts a lifetime. Frankly, my aunt's words reminded me of the New Year period when I visited Mr. Chen's family to meet his future mother-in-law and accompanied him to pay New Year's visits to his relatives. It also reminded me of my mother's insistence on not using contraception. The thought of both of us being pressured by our elders to have children makes me feel immense pressure. Now that ...
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One day when I was twenty-one

 I've seen two people arguing on the street, and I've seen a boy carefully holding a girl's hand as they cross the street. But I've never seen you again . At 8:25, I stop on the other side of the street waiting for the traffic light . Occasionally, a man in his thirties stands beside me holding a child who looks only a few years old. Occasionally, I see white-collar workers rushing by, or students in school uniforms with ponytails slowly eating steamed buns. The red light on the street I cross always lasts 99 seconds. I always stop for several seconds at the 99-second mark. At that moment, I look at the people around me. The song "The Wind Rises" is always playing in my headphones. I've noticed that the people who pass me most often now are delivery drivers. I've seen people rushing around, and I've seen people frantically spilling their food. I once saw... A female delivery driver. She was supposed to deliver milk tea, but she spilled two cups. Sh...
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There is a high level of self-cultivation called not blaming others when things go wrong.

1. If you can't put yourself in someone else's shoes, don't point fingers. There's a fable about a pig, a sheep, and a cow kept in the same pen by a shepherd. One day, the shepherd took the pig out of the pen, and the pig squealed loudly, resisting fiercely. The sheep and the cow, annoyed by its squealing, complained, "We're often taken away by the shepherd, but we don't scream like that." The pig replied, "Taking you away is completely different from taking me away. He takes you only for your wool and milk, but taking me away means taking my life!" In reality, everyone knows that true empathy doesn't exist. Many things are like drinking water; only the person drinking knows whether it's hot or cold. However, in the harsh realities of life, there are always people who speak without understanding the pain, arbitrarily judging others' shortcomings based solely on their limited experiences. Everyone is different; everyone has their o...
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Chinese New Year in my memory

 As I grow older, some childhood memories gradually fade, but the scenes of Chinese New Year remain vivid in my mind, unforgettable. Back then, my family lived in a secluded valley at the foot of Riyue Mountain. Due to poverty, we ate only locally produced barley flour year-round. My mother, with her superb culinary skills, made incredibly delicious barley flour oil-fried buns. These buns, made with fragrant beans and barley oil, were perfectly shaped and nourished me and the people of that area. Every year in the twelfth lunar month, we eagerly awaited the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. On this day, farmers had a custom of offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God. On that day, we could change our long-standing eating habits, longing for those fifteen small stove cakes. In those days, resources were scarce, and food was in short supply. Even the barley flour oil-fried buns were barely enough to feed the family; there was no surplus grain. Every year during the off-season, my fa...
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People who work alone are often very capable.

 　　Only by being alone can one be their true self. Being alone 　　is never awkward; one person is more carefree than two, more free than three. A solitary life offers ample time to do many things. 　　In life, we meet many people, experience countless joys and sorrows, and gradually understand that some people are simply not meant to be together. 　　Some relationships fade away, some feelings grow weaker, and fewer people remain by our side; few are left to confide in. Until one day, we realize that there is always a part of life we ​​must walk alone, and solitude is an essential lesson in our growth. 　　Being alone is also a lifestyle—not following the crowd, not echoing others' opinions. In the midst of a chaotic reality, we maintain our own character, facing reality with solitude and loneliness. In truth, they simply know more clearly what they want. 　　In this world, everyone has goals, ideals, and directions for development. Some paths may be walked with companions, but some must be...
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