Audited in Peking University (1). I'm old and I'm a few years younger.

For more than ten years, the school years when Peking University has been auditing the accounts often appear in dreams. I lived in the ancient city of Beijing for several years. At midnight, I began to sit up in my sleep, and the dark wind entered the cold window. Looking back after waking up, I was shocked back to my ten-year dream and walked alone. Oppose to sigh, life is irresistible, and life is deeply loved, especially after ten years of drifting in the North.

I, a teenager in the south of the Yangtze River, took dreams as a horse and became a loyal son in the distance. Lonely through the endless night, frivolous drunk, talking about the tea, lonely kissing the tears of Yuhua, constantly writing in the dream, facing the moon when awake. ...

Now, in this unnamed lake, indoors by the lake, the clear past of Yanyuan floats through the difficult scene of Peking University's audit years. I just feel the need to use humble words to commemorate the roads I have traveled in my life. ...

20 17 In March after the Spring Festival, I was not far from Wan Li. I had to take the train from Ganzhou to Jiujiang and catch up with Beijing from Jiujiang. I just want to relive this "spring", the early spring of Yan Garden in the north.

Mr. Xie Mian, a professor of Chinese Department in Peking University, once said, "The Yan Garden is actually not big. The unnamed lake is just a spoonful of water and a tower by the water. Climbing is impossible. An island in the water, a hundred steps around the island, and hundreds of towers. That's all. But this small campus makes everyone who has lived here dream for life ... "

Xie Lao has said this for many years. After many years of dusty years and vicissitudes of life, I finally verified this sentence with my own experience. What kind of mental suffering have I experienced here, the holy land of learning that I will always care about in my mind? How should I face the unbearable weight in life?

In the warm wind of the early spring in Yanyuan, I walked along the unnamed lake and walked through the years and the dust at the beginning of 2 1 century, just like an unnamed dream and the reflection of Boya.

Memories of vicissitudes of life brought me into a mixed youth-that was when I was an auditor at Peking University. If time can go back, the old man can clearly remember that in the depths of this Swallow Garden, there was a child who lived in a bungalow under a crooked neck tree on the north side of the rockery at Langrun Garden 175 on the unnamed lake for many years.

He is very headstrong. In the middle of the summer night, he jumped into the nameless lake and struck the water alone. He put his head out of the water and looked blankly at the tall figure of Boya Water Tower in the dark. He was bored, and walked around the lake countless times in every foggy morning, at dusk when the tired birds returned to the forest, and in the silent night, thinking; He's crazy. Every stormy night, he runs in the rain with bare arms and shouts, claiming that "people don't waste their youth."

He came from the rainy season when he was eighteen. He came from the distant Tangjiang high school more than ten years ago. "Old moonlight, how many times have you seen me?" He Xun is old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze. "Today, the water in the unnamed lake is still smiling in the spring breeze, but her students are crying in her arms." The unnamed lake is an ocean, and poets are hidden under the water. Spirits are all fish, and they will jump out of the water ... ",a familiar song, took me to the unknown Linghu in the sea of Wang Yang. I am a fish branded with "literature" and will jump out of the water of real life. ...