What's it like to study in Tsinghua University?

My first day in Tsinghua was calculus. I was taught by a female teacher. She was not tall, but she was very capable and conscientious. Just after class, she threatened us: what to practice, take two exams, and take three exams. She lectures and writes on the blackboard quickly, and she often asks questions when she has nothing to do. My roommate, Song Peng, who came out of Huanggang Middle School, especially likes to answer the teacher's words. When the teacher asked, he answered without raising his hand. He stretched out his voice on purpose when he answered. After answering, he also had a bad laugh. Quite a few students in the class like to show off. Generally speaking, everyone's emotional intelligence is basically not high. In high school, I also like to show off, answer the teacher's words, play pranks, and crush others with IQ. I want to fuck Tsinghua, but grandma's bear found that some brain-dead students reacted too fast, and it's not your turn to show off in an ostentatious manner.

The math teacher will answer questions in Tsinghua No.5 Teaching every Wednesday night. Basically overcrowded. When we were freshmen, if the teacher left five questions, most students would learn 10 or even 20 questions. This may be my inertia in high school. I call it an unconstrained state of consciousness. Many students in Tsinghua keep this habit until graduation. When there is no job profile, they will find a profile for themselves. When answering questions, the students went to the teacher with confusion. Some students, such as the Song Peng I mentioned before, have the impression that Jiang Hengfei, who was admitted to Jiangsu in my dormitory, graduated from rugao middle school, and his school gave up to bet that he could get the first prize in the province because he could walk to Tsinghua. As a result, he didn't win the first prize in the province. He asked the teacher to answer questions to show his superb problem-solving skills, or to dig a trap for the teacher to stumble, or simply to flatter the teacher for praise. As for me, every day, I listen to the stories of these great gods telling fights with teachers like people who eat melons, and then do calculus silently. I also asked my calculus teacher some questions. She spoke patiently, but even if she was patient, she spoke quickly. What you feel next to her is, damn it, you were distracted just now. How did you jump from this step to that step? ...

One day, my teacher said with emotion, if you remember how to divide and integrate after graduation in 20 years, you are worthy of me. Up to now, I haven't used calculus for almost 15 years, but I haven't forgotten how to take derivative and integrate.

My calculus teacher's name is Hua Su, and I didn't know she was Hua's daughter until I graduated from college.

I also study Chinese in Tsinghua. I failed Chinese in the college entrance examination. Chinese is my favorite subject. In fact, I was particularly afraid of writing composition topics in high school. When writing a composition for the college entrance examination, I just want to relax, add 800 words in the article, and then add a title. As a result, I came home at night shouting that it was broken and the title had not been written yet. I am a person of this level, and later I entered the Chinese Department. We have a course to study novel writing. I still had a headache. The teacher is newly transferred from East China Normal University to Tsinghua. This teacher is very interesting. In class, he told how he learned to change from pen writing to computer writing, how to integrate into such a huge engineering atmosphere in Tsinghua, and how to deal with various engineering pedants. His class is like telling a story, describing all kinds of schools in simple terms. He is friends with many writers. He said that he had a friend named Yu Hua, who used to be a dentist and later wrote a novel. He often goes to Yu Hua's place to play. He also told all kinds of jokes about him and Su Tong. In fact, before that, my understanding of Yu Hua and Su Tong was almost zero. My teacher worships Ma Yuan, who is the boss in the circle. I asked my graduate student in the Department of Automobile, and everyone didn't know who Ma Yuan was. As my teacher's buddy, I really bought Yu Hua's novels to read. At this time, I suddenly became interested in writing. That year, I studied Kafka's novels, Prost's novels and Baudelaire's poems. The assignment of our course is to write novels. I really wrote my first short story about learning the avant-garde style, which is the only one I have written so far. My teacher also wrote comments and suggestions on my novel, although I forget what he wrote now.

The teacher who taught me to write is Liu Yong, whose pen name is Ge Fei. Many years after I graduated from college, he won the Lu Xun Literature Award, Lao She Literature Award and Mao Dun Literature Award, and became a supernatural being.

This is my experience in Tsinghua. It turns out that every day looks dull, ordinary and boring, and brain-dead students who like to show off their IQ. Looking back after more than ten years, it's all good memories.

So, if you have the ability to be admitted to Tsinghua Peking University, choose Tsinghua.