I walked into Anyang Normal College under the red leaves in the autumn of 1984. I was 19 years old that year, in my prime and full of youth. Facing the hot summer of 1987, I bid farewell to my alma mater and went into society. I am still in my prime and full of youth, but my heart is not the same as before, and my people are not the same as before, but my heart is still the same and my people are still the same. It's that person. After studying for three years, “trees” and “people” are my deepest memories.
More than twenty years have passed, and what is engraved in my mind are the two rows of tall poplar trees beside the main road of my alma mater, the blooming begonia flowers at the gate, the low bungalow, and the pure classmates. Love, the eternal teacher-student friendship. Although the material life was relatively poor and the learning conditions were relatively simple at that time, those were the years when our passion was burning, our hearts were upward, and our blood was hot. In the surging sea of ??my heart, the most beautiful and pure waves remain, which is the spiritual enlightenment brought to me by the tree at my alma mater. Those trees begin in a quiet place and are completed in the depths, deeply infiltrating the inner spirit of every student. It was during those days on campus that I deeply felt what encounters and compatibility are in life, and the spring in my heart couldn't help but gush out the Zen of life that will last a lifetime.
Trees are the most moving scenery of my alma mater. They are arranged in detail in my heart, forming a refreshing and beautiful poetry garden. Here, trees are culture and culture is trees. The "gullies" on the tree trunks that reach into the sky exude the mellow fragrance of ink. Late at night, lying quietly on the small bed in the dormitory of my alma mater, I can still hear the spirit of the tree whispering in my ears. They are the only species in this garden that stay up all night. They stand upright, walk upright, and their majestic bodies are burning with leaping passion. Trees are neither old nor dead. When summer comes, they contribute green shade; in winter, the evergreen family silently stares at the land that carries countless youthful dreams, allowing countless students to enjoy the gifts of nature when they are tired and comfortable. Flowering trees are not ostentatious, and fruiting trees are not arrogant. The trees here are also calm. Even if people's noses are surrounded by the fragrance of clusters of flowers and fruits, the trees never shake their heads "proudly" branches. The tree of my alma mater has deep roots and a strong grip. Even if several people hug it, it will be difficult to shake it. It just stands there quietly, welcoming pairs of eyes seeking knowledge and sending away batches of students who have completed their studies. They use circles of growth rings to interpret their own pride, interpreting the rich greenery and strong poetry. The big tree in front of our classroom at that time still has lush branches and leaves, and its crown is like clouds. In my heart, my alma mater is still beautiful, with tall white poplars and skylarks flying, neat rows of school buildings, and the slow flowing Huan River.
When I first entered school, the first person I came into contact with was the first class teacher, Teacher Ji Haiyun. He was also in the song of youth at that time. He had just graduated and stayed in the school as a department counselor and also served as our "84·Number Two" class teacher. . At that time, Teacher Ji, Yushu Linfeng, his slender figure and vigorous posture were active on the basketball court and became a scenery in the mathematics department. He was still single at that time. I dare say that he was "autumn spinach" by many girls. It was gentler, but he was still sitting in his arms, just like Liu Xiahui. His "cutie" is his college classmate, who has the same tall figure as him, curved eyebrows, and slender eyebrows. The principle of resemblance between husband and wife is clearly reflected in them. Nowadays, Teacher Ji, who is now the leader of a certain department, is still filled with emotion when talking about that time. The singing voice of "A Thousand Miles of Knife, Full of Hatred in the Chest..." is the deepest memory left to us by the second head teacher Guo Wenwen. At the teacher-student get-together, Teacher Guo’s song "Reorganize the Country for Future Students" shocked everyone. Mr. Guo is handsome, elegant and good at calligraphy. He likes music and literature. His temperament is like the spring breeze in March. His calligraphy is like his demeanor, strong and firm, natural and mellow. He taught us advanced mathematics and mathematics history classes, and also taught us life lessons. From Teacher Guo, we learned to be dignified and calm.