Nick Name: Xiaoyu? Hooligan
Location: Shandong
Occupation: Administrative
Self Description: I studied in Qingdao University of Science and Technology, Sifang Campus (this is the old campus, there are other Laoshan, Gaomi and Jinan campuses, the school is famous for its chemistry, chemical engineering, Mo Yan as a visiting professor), but did not like their own major, and did not engage in a career related to chemistry and chemical engineering after graduation.
Because of my own extreme mediocrity in school, I stubbornly thought I would not miss my own university, but her influence on me is so deep and far-reaching that the pattern of behavior is not always with her mark.
She taught me to build my own system, independent thinking, I love my alma mater, she is very ordinary, but my only one.
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There is a path of angels in our Qingke, unknown people are fascinated, those who are in it are happy to be there, and those who really understand it have been used for a lifetime ......
The so-called Qingke, not the Tibetan plateau, is not the "barley", but the Qingdao University of Science and Technology, which is the first university in the world to be used in the field of science and technology. When I was first admitted to this university, I was ecstatic, as if there were thousands of grass mud horses in the heart of the crazy swept through.
That year I played exceedingly well, the college entrance examination results than cruise missiles and precision guidance, a point not much, a point not less, and key line just flush. I instantly felt: what thousands of horses across the log bridge, that is a lie, the real college entrance examination is completely only for me alone to prepare.
But the problem is, this score is very sure to report two, but report a completely is to hit the big luck. I quickly turned over the thick from the stalls to buy the "national college admissions scores", skipped the front row of first-class universities, straight to the end, and finally found the dream of that she.
Over the years, she has been waiting for me, so the admission scores are mostly hovering in the key line. "Lang have love, concubine intention", I head a beat, on her. Their own chemistry scores have always been good, chemistry majors are also good to find a job, so of course, I chose the chemistry department again.
During the period there is a small episode, the Department of Chemistry is divided into ordinary classes and noble class, noble class, also known as the Prince College, is the first two years in the country, the last two years in the foreign study mode, the cost of a surprisingly high, a year have to have three or four million.
When I volunteered, I didn't even look at it very carefully, but I just checked a random box. Until the admission notice to hand, I only know there is such a presence, then blindfolded, looking at the high tuition fees, think of the poor family situation, want to cry ......
Later proved that this is just a false alarm. I enrolled in the ordinary class, a year of tuition small four thousand, relatively speaking, or very pro-people. Young and impetuous, always make some nonsensical decisions, completely unaware of the future results. But when you look back, you'll see that you're not as young as you think you are.
In this way, I was very lucky to get on the last train to a major university. After the second year, the admissions line directly than a line higher than twenty or thirty points, I can not help but exclaimed, so close!
Reporting time, I can not stop imagining the Jiaodong Peninsula, "blue sea, blue sky, red tiles and green trees", imagining the university campus of the birds and flowers, green grass, there is a more wonderful place than this in the world?
At that time, the Sifang Railway Station had not yet been demolished, I got off the train there, and the area around the station was very unpleasant, with old and dilapidated houses and nooks and crannies everywhere.
This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most popular movie, and it's the first time I've seen the world's most popular movie, and it's the first time I've ever seen it.
This spoiled the beauty in my mind, but still didn't dampen my hopes. I felt that there would be a university campus facing the sea and blossoming in the spring ahead of me (which was indeed the case on the official website, but it was the Laoshan Campus, the new campus) was waiting for me. I hurriedly got on the school bus, but still saw the scene of decadence and decay.
I thought this would soon pass, but then, nearly an hour later, the bus stopped, in front of a dark red, old, three-hole door.
The door is very low, only one of the three holes is open, and the other two holes are blocked by an iron gate spliced with iron bars, and on one side of the wall hangs a small piece of narrow wooden board with black letters on a white background, which reads - Qingdao University of Science and Technology, which is simply very poor!
The door is adjacent to the middle of the four streams, less than twenty meters away from it, the situation is very cramped and nasty. The door is a long line of Internet cafes, and from time to time you can see students coming in and out. A little further ahead is the road on both sides of the teeth of the many food stalls, vendors can not hold a spatula, iron pot and rolling pin busy, men and women on tiptoe stretching their necks in the roadside waiting for, as if a screaming, flapping wings of the white goose.
It made me question for a moment that the driver was driving to the wrong place, but still I didn't give up the last glimmer of hope. I comforted myself with the thought that maybe, there would be something else inside?
I never thought that after entering the door, it was more disappointment. The right side of the diagonal insertion, is a broken tile patchwork made of path. Walking on it, the light instantly dimmed down, giving a person a kind of gloomy heavy eerie feeling. Look closely to realize that the original is those pines and cypresses in the sky savagely stretching, until the sky.
Through the trail, we came to a section of asphalt road.
Here the environment is more shabby, both sides of the Phacelia tree is quite tall, but the road surface is a burst of white, the scene seems to be an extremely unqualified brush maker without a license to work, east a little bit, west a little bit of chaotic painting and smearing.
The white ash smeared extremely uneven, the thickest under the tree, the roadside, followed by the middle of the road only a few spots left ...... not time to hear the gray and white magpies there raucous, it is very ear-piercing!
If this is the famous Angel Road, even if I killed me, will not believe. I'm telling you from my own bitter experience, I don't want to believe in advertisements, I want to see the results.
The first day I came to the university, I lost sleep, not because of excitement, but endless grief and disappointment!
Then I believed, because there is no way, this is really the road of angels, or "the road of heavenly shit", more accurate.
Every day we cross the path of the angels, go to class, go to study, go to eat, go to play football, go to the bar ...... magpies are the same, go out to look for food in the daytime, and come back to poop at night, extremely repetitive and boring.
There is no way to talk about love! We flirted with the girls in engineering colleges, "the quantity was not high, and the quality was not good. To be fair, the first half of this sentence is true and reliable, engineering colleges and universities are indeed "many wolves and fewer meat"; the second half of the sentence is unreasonable, "there is no ugly woman in the world, only lazy women.
When the Department of Mechanical Engineering has two classes, the two girls, and are divided in the second class. A class president quite unconvinced, went to the teacher and the theory, and the second class president coordination, after a thousand difficulties and dangers, finally got a girl. The class flower is not necessary to choose from, "a little red in the green bushes", treatment that is certainly unlimited scenery, thousands of favorites in one.
As for me, I liked the girl in the class at the beginning, but I didn't dare to ask because I felt too poor. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford it, but I'm sure I'll be able to afford it," he said. The second semester of the third year of college, my girl did hair, only this a little primping, actually became the most beautiful goddess in the class.
I and the fourth class of the Dabing is an iron brother. He was very fond of her, all day with me chatter, and asked me if I like, I shook my head against my will. But I finally confessed, I bit the bullet and bought chocolates and tomatoes and asked her out. Because that day in lab class, she smiled at me in ecstasy and complained that I'd never bought her candy.
It was a crisp summer evening, and we were both sitting by the pool in Building 1 when I confessed my love for her. She was surprised, smiled, lowered her head, and really "the most is the tenderness of that lowered head, like a water lotus flower does not win the shyness of the cool wind".
She followed by a slight anger: "small fish, why did not you say earlier? If you are freshman and sophomore said to me, I bite on the promise you!
She then said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?
I did not insist, the future is uncertain, in a different place, I can not provide her with a good life and joy. I hope love, but afraid of separation, college four years, unless the last work or live together, couples are basically separated. Seeing other people's experiences, I gave up the pursuit of love, which has become a major regret of my university.
Fortunately, college students are very good at surfing the Internet, and there is an online transmission software called "Flying Autumn" in the school, so it's quite easy to get some island love action movies. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular movies in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer.
In the end, a little self-reliance, barely lasted four years.
I've been on the road for a long time, and I'm familiar with it. This road is basically no one dares to walk slowly. Unless those who are really fierce, dare to face the dismal life, face the free-falling bird shit.
Those white ashes on the ground are simply bird poop, specifically, magpie poop. The sheer volume and number of these white, creepy bird droppings simply exceeds the cleaning staff's sweeping limits, and over time, they have become an island Nauru-like phosphate fertilizer, sticking to the asphalt in a deadly fashion.
During the day, the path is walkable. At this time, the magpies are busy looking around for food, but they must also walk quickly, after all, there are still "old, young, sick and pregnant", the remaining "magpies" to stay in the nest. They don't fly, but they definitely poop.
The road of the angels will not be filled with fluttering dudes and fair ladies, but with men, or women, who cover their heads, shake their bladders, and stride forward with a big "whoosh".
Once dusk has passed, the road becomes an absolute no-go area. The other night, we went out to the bar with our dormitory. It was late at night when we came back, and when we passed through the Angel Road, we could only hear the crackling around us, like the sound of dense and large rain hitting the glass windows.
We are first leisurely, calm and relaxed, and then the enemy in front of, wait and see, and then maintain the formation, retreat in turn, and finally panic, head scurrying ...... back to the dormitory, all glorious "bullet", not only on the clothes of the white spots, some also hit in the head, when it is the time to go back to the dormitory. Some of them are also hit in the brain, it is really "shit luck when the head" ah!
I tried to get used to it, but in vain. It's not what I imagined the university would be like, it's too shabby, too old, too tasteless. I couldn't take it in and all I could think about was leaving, staying here was a sheer waste of youth and life!
At this time, I began to think of home, think of my village, think of my township, I think I can not adapt to the ivory tower life here, it is too high-end for me. I like to follow my father and mother down to the ground, around my father and mother Kan Dashan, not good and then let them tell me a neighboring village of the handsome girl, give birth to a bunch of dolls, make up the twelve Chinese zodiac signs ......
But I have no retreat, this is the years, but also life, but also growth, are irreversible.
After the first year of military training, we began to take classes, compared to the pressure of senior high school, which is really too easy, so that there is a lot of time to idly daze. Everyone else was playing, but I was different. I kept thinking, what should I do with all this time? It made me feel terrified, helpless, depressed, and a mountain of emptiness!
I need to walk through this desert of uninhabited, unending thoughts alone, because there is no one to help me but myself.
I left my father and mother, I will not be guarding them hush; I left my high school teacher, I do not know how to arrange their own learning; I left the past close friends, I do not think about whether I can still find a new old iron to replace this emotion ......
All of this, no one to tell me that should be What to do. Before, my life was arranged, taken care of, waited on, and I was full of dependence on these. Now all of a sudden I'm allowed to control my own destiny, which leaves me at a loss, like a toddler leaving his mother's arms all of a sudden, wanting to walk for a while, wanting to hug for a while. I was torn and unusually agonized!
I'm a person who doesn't really fit in, although I do hang out with my roommates and play ball with my buddies, I always feel like I'm alone because my heart is closed and I don't want to open it up for anyone, which causes me to feel almost no sense of security at all.
I always reminisce about the past, how great high school was, everyone was busy but fulfilled.
I always remember how good it was in high school, when everyone was so busy and full of life, and now, when I have so much free time, I feel so empty and miserable!
I feel like I'm going to be depressed because I'm always different from everyone else. I think I'm going to be depressed because I'm not like everyone else. I can't tell you what's different, but I think I'm really sick, and I'm not right in the head.
At this time, unless I have no choice, I will easily not go that way. I loathe that road, more loathe myself, my life has not yet begun, it is already covered with thick bird droppings.
After my freshman year, I felt I couldn't go on like this. Although I don't like my major, but the tuition is after all a sweat beads fall eight petals, hard earned money, I must make every effort, must be to learn the profession well.
I started to run to the library, which has something that can solve the problem.
On the square in front of the library on the quadrangle campus, there is a statue called "Pursuit". This statue has had a long and eventful life, and has been ravaged by verbal violence, and is still naked.
A synthesis of the different versions of what happened is as follows. This statue, initially for a man holding a book in one hand, one hand holding the earth, meaning knowledge to change destiny.
The statue was originally a man holding a book in one hand and holding the earth in the other.
Later, the school was trolled more, the school went to the Earth, the seniors complained that "reading is not a ball use".
And then, the school was angry, the books also went, the seniors again spit "neither books, and no ball, life's most sad thing is not more than this!" The school was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, almost did not tear down the sculpture.
In retrospect, we seem to be flirting with the statue, but the game of their own life. We simply think that reading is useless, in fact, our level is too low. Truly awesome people always feel that the intake of knowledge is not enough, and they keep their heads down like a full grain of wheat and remain humble.
Montaigne said, "There are two different types of ignorance in the world: gross ignorance exists before knowledge, and learned ignorance exists after knowledge." And I, like most people, fall into the former category.
It was on that angelic path that many top talents who were admitted to 211 and 985 prestigious schools, and even Tsinghua, CAS, and other renowned institutions, came out.
In fact, it's not how the environment is, but how you are. "Kings and queens, rather have the seed," in which school there are hard upwardly mobile people! The reason why many people do not like their own college is because similar to me is not good, can not eat grapes and say sour grapes.
From the results alone, my college is undoubtedly a failure. Four years of college grades have been hovering in the middle and lower reaches, once did not get a scholarship, but also failed, and even became unemployed after graduation that group of people, deservedly belong to the ranks of the scum.
But from a lifetime of orientation, I am very rewarding. In college, I learned to eat alone, study alone, read alone, undertake alone, live alone as a team, away from those superficial and noisy grouping, living a true and serene self.
Although I am not good enough, but there are still many teachers appreciate. One is because my experimental results are very good, and the other is because they think I can be quiet. In fact, I'm not as good as they think, I'm just a little unconvinced, trying to do a good job as a student should do their part, that's all.
What I remember most is that Prof. Wang took the initiative to let me enroll in her graduate program, saying that I had the shadow of her when she was young.
It was an extremely uneventful afternoon, Prof. Wang had a temporary emergency, and after a brief explanation of the task, she left early. And my experiment unfortunately failed, had to be alone alone again.
The whole lab was quiet, only the faint "ting ting" sound of the test tubes.
It's a coincidence that Prof. Wang was so relieved that he came back near dusk. At this time, the students have all gone. The large laboratory, only one person is still there to concentrate on doing experiments.
This makes her very touched, and immediately want to accept me as a student. But I refused, resolutely, not Professor Wang is not good enough, nor is it my own pretense of innocence, but I understand very well that I simply do not like this profession.
I testify from personal experience that even if you don't like your own profession, you can learn the subject well, provided you do it with your heart.
The real adjustment came in the second semester of my sophomore year, when I started to sink my teeth into it. When playing on the basketball court, I no longer envy those graduating seniors, because whenever I leave, I always see these people in the small square in front of the school ghosts crying and hooting and hollering.
I don't see them, I don't want to stay in this school, I can eat the food in the five cafeterias to vomit, early death and early life, crying and crying for what?
At this time, my crotch dribbling and mid-range shooting has been practiced, rare enemy, but suddenly found that can play together with the buddy less and less. My best friend, Dabing, is not here anymore. They seem to be preparing for graduate school, and it's clear that they've found their own paths.
I don't like my major, of course I won't go to graduate school. I had to find another way out, and after some deliberation, I decided to enroll in the civil service of the cultural system, and take the path that I like.
After the real quiet, I will stay in the library every day, and study with the students, life has become full, I finally found their own world.
At this time, I look at the angel road again, the mood is surprisingly much better. As the teachers said, although the school building is broken, although the conditions are poor, but we here is absolutely not what birds do not shit place; do not believe, you can look at the angel road.
Funny students, then began to trumpet, the famous tourist attraction of Qingke University - the only one in the country Angel Road. This attracted a lot of good men and women to visit, without exception suffered the baptism of bird poop, and then fooled to more people.
And so on and so forth, with more than a little joy.
The second semester of my sophomore year to the first semester of my senior year was a wonderful time of fulfillment and abundance. Gradually I found a lot of interesting people and things, but also found the old campus most worthy of the name, that is, the school spirit.
At this time, many people are not "going to" the university, but are "going to" the university. The first time I saw this is when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. I'm glad that I'm not a degenerate, although I'm extremely ordinary.
The next door dormitory a buddy, when the college entrance examination score is particularly good, the first volunteer is Fudan University, the results of the difference of a few points, and its missed. He could not see the school, four years in addition to the dormitory, is the Internet cafe, and even bath are rarely wash, so that the body exudes a strong odor of sweat, the results of the natural mess.
In the end, I didn't figure out whether it was the university that wasted him or he wasted himself. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go to college! The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money for the first time in my life.
I don't want to be him, I want to change.
The counselor advised us not to stay in the dormitory, more out to see, "the boys' dormitory is so stinky, so dirty, all a group of big men, what good to stay! When I thought about it, I realized that the words were true, so I came out. I'm not used to it, I'm always worried about the eyes of others, everyone is busy studying, and I'm at most in the library to read magazines and newspapers, and the team of graduate school is out of place.
Then I got used to it, I just do myself, do what I like, there is no shame. That's how I got out of the hostel and started waking up early.
The thing about getting up early is really interesting, and the teacher told us that there is something special about it!
It is said that a senior loved to exercise, get up early every day to run a circle outside the school, every time not empty-handed, cucumber, melon and even a large watermelon, everything. Later, more and more people went out with him to run in the morning ...... It is not a glorious thing, but it tells me that as long as I get up early and do something, I will have a harvest!
The old campus is the most worthy of the name of the academic style, roughly can be seen from the library and study room occupancy.
Go to the library to occupy a seat is relatively simple, get up early is only one aspect, the key to talk about the scheme, the skin must be thick. I usually get up at seven o'clock, wash up, and then hit the pot of water, basically about 7:30, when the library is not open, just stand there and read a book.
As soon as the administrator came, we began to desperately squeeze forward, this time the girl is mostly, I deliberately put on a rogue phase to, and struggled to swim forward in the sea of people. I am higher than the surrounding girls more than a head, if you look farther away, you will find that only one of my head floating on the surface, doing a very irregular Brownian movement.
The reaction of the girls is naturally to quickly dodge, fearing that they will not be able to avoid.
The janitor was an aunt of nearly fifty, very kind. She is to take the key to open the door, but always carrying something in her hand, very inconvenient. As far as I can observe, she likes to dig wild vegetables and always takes a pile of them to choose every time.
I then shy dog face, fawning to help the administrator to take the bag. Auntie see me look handsome, and know how to, then directly greeted me in front of the row, occupy the seat that is a matter of minutes.
Going to the study room to occupy a seat is another story, completely different things, occupy a fixed seat that is really "the road of Sichuan is difficult, difficult to go up to the sky". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
His family in Qingdao, has a geographical advantage, occupying the seat is very domineering, marking pen on the table, a scratch, written down: the Department of Chemistry's newest occupant of the seat of the soldier, and then note the date, the end of the matter!
Dabing of course is not from the front door in, certainly not the back door, because at this time the faculty and staff are on vacation, the study room is not open. This grandson took the route of a beamer and felt his way in through the window. It is really worthy of being a mainstay of playing together, this physical quality, bar!
Dabei this are considered civilized, more powerful, directly on the chain, the table chairs a lock, leaving the Iron General gate; what's more, out of their own pockets to buy a study table resting on the back of the classroom, simply for the breakthrough, what are out of the box.
It turns out that the Spring Festival raid of the soldiers is "useless". Because of the beginning of the school year, the army of examiners have been repeatedly with markers and correction fluid on the table, "read ten years, add and delete five times", quite like Mr. Xueqin writes "Dream of Red Mansions" when that boldness.
Finally killed red-eye, in order to a seat, directly torn face, swinging a "leather hammer" to ......
But these do not represent anything, because often the line and the louder the more people, the more can not stick. They often don't know the true meaning of still water and dripping water. I stayed in the study room in those years, once did not see the owner of the study table, but those of us who did not occupy a seat, but has been playing guerrilla stay longer.
Later, I thought, this is because we have a sense of crisis, caught the seat to hurry to put a shot, learning child study. People come, you move to the inside seat, the attitude must be good, "the same is the end of the world, why not meet had acquaintance", naturally not difficult for you. Especially for girls, this trick is particularly effective, bared his canine teeth, hey, hey, a smile, maybe people look at you this kind of behavior, immediately went away. In this way, they can sit comfortably all morning.
Walking on the Angel's Path at this time of the day is soothing, and you take a moment to scrutinize everyone you walk by.
People in a hurry, people with a strong pace, these are mostly people who are great at studying, they either go to the library to study or go to the basketball court to work out. Slow pace, body swaying, these people are mostly non-study, in the dormitory of the snail living centaur.
Although knowledge is invisible and untouchable, it exists in reality and can make you stabilize your mind and bottom line.
When I was on the verge of graduation in my senior year of college, I once again walked on the path of angels and suddenly realized that it was so beautiful. This beauty has always been here, I just lacked a pair of eyes that would find it.
This is a long boulevard, both sides stand tall French sycamore, thicker, two or three people can not hold over. Those sycamores are extremely tall, head up, look up, the eyes end of the place is the top of the trunk.
Those leaves are exceptionally dense and thick, like a piece of tourmaline inlaid in the sky. Only when you look closely can you find a trace of sunlight through those green leaves. Only when the wind is strong, they will lazily drag the fat body to move a little, let the sun down to breathe.
At that moment, I seemed to step into the Byzantine dome church full of green emerald dress, as if in the middle of Mount Tai after the rain is over the verdant Cypress Cave, which is simply a synthesis of the two, green and intoxicating, but also deep and long.
Those gray magpies, although extremely ordinary, still live happily, live into the eyes of others in the landscape, fly on their own sky, this is not also a realm?
The school in an extremely early morning, the housemates are still sleeping soundly, I did not tell them, because I can not stand this sensationalism. When I walked out, the soldier actually stayed outside, insisted on seeing me off.
The sky is gray, all around the quiet, we walked out of the dormitory, relatively speechless. I didn't get into the civil service at that time, and my job was not settled, so I was a loser in life.
I used to stubbornly think that I would not miss my college, and would not hug my classmates and cry, but I was wrong. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this, but I'm going to be able to get out of this, and I'm going to be able to get out of this, and I'm going to be able to get out of this. I realized that the only way to know what it means to be reluctant to give up is to have experienced it firsthand.
The last time I went through the Angel Road, I wanted to say something, I even wanted to shout out "I'm leaving", but I don't know if the magpies can hear me. I'm about to go through, I'm really about to go through!
Suddenly, I heard a magpie "ga ...... ga ......" screamed, followed by a few screams, and finally came out a large group of crows, they are in the east! Fish-belly white in the morning sun, has been flying to the sky ......