Guang Chen studied at HKU University and lived in St. John's College. In this hall, extracurricular activities are very scary. Running around the island in the middle of the night, singing floor songs day and night. Of course, I stopped studying. Fortunately, I was not forced to attend. I hid in my cabin and listened to the earth-shattering sound outside the door. Turn over a few pages of Mr. Chen Yinque's book and look at the hillside outside the window. Occasionally you can see squirrels. But in the blink of an eye, they were scared away by the "shouting and killing" in the building.
You can read in the room, but when you have to go to the toilet, there will be problems. Usually, they hold floor meetings in the middle of the corridor, blocking the roads leading to stairs and toilets. Once, I held it for a long time and finally couldn't help it. I watched a classmate in Shanghai presiding over the meeting, so I quietly walked past. He has mingled with the students in Hong Kong and looks like a small head. I looked at him, so I couldn't interrupt. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and waved his hand. The crowd at the venue automatically split into two waves, leaving a small passage for me to pass.
Looking back many years later, HKU's life is probably concentrated in such a scene. There are many things I can't adapt to here, but there are also more important things here. She is open-minded: she welcomes everyone to participate, and if you really participate, they even welcome you to be "Moses". But at the same time, she can tolerate: she can tolerate a strange person like me and let me do something that I think is meaningless. Openness and tolerance coexist, which is what I remember as HKU-openness makes this place prosperous, but tolerance makes it great.
But maybe, that's just the former Hong Kong University. This is a sequence.
2
Shengzhuang is not very close to the school. Walk back and forth on Pokfulam Road 15 minutes to get to the library. When I got there, I felt like I was evaporating. You can take the octopus out and "throw it" in the place where drinks are sold, and there will be a can of cold drinks. We were very cold at that time.
As soon as the library enters the door, it is newly added, which is what we call new books. At that time, I often thought of a figure of Sartre, called "self-learner". He started reading from the leftmost book on the shelf, one by one, thinking that one day he could read all the books in the world. I have a smaller appetite: if I finish reading new books one by one, I will have read all the books at least after a certain year. In fact, I also read the preface and postscript, and saw the sadness and joy there. Often, sitting is an afternoon. Some people get married, some people have children, and some people have old parents. Those, like, have something to do with me.
When I feel better, I will go to the AV storage room on the second floor. Not the place to watch adult videos. This means audio and video. So I can enjoy literature and art by watching an old movie with my friends once in a while. A number of comfortable sofa cushions were just launched that year. I often stay there, get together like a cat and continue to think about things that are not there. Once, a friend of mine said to me in despair, "My Lord, I have also been taken away." I am stupefied. In retrospect, this word is really appropriate. He fell in love with a girl and just used him. He knows all this, but he can't extricate himself. In those days, we were all trapped in a deep mat. Get together to keep warm-the air conditioner in the library is really cold.
Not far from AV is a philosophy book. There isn't much on the shelf. Even the books in western languages are less than those in Peking University. You will soon be exposed to everything about French philosophy. When you are tired, just sit down and make yourself at home. No one has been here. Only once, a girl came. I asked her, "What are you looking for?" She actually answered me: "Derrida"-as if to say: "Why don't you leave?" I grabbed some books from the shelf. "Here, about grammar, writing and differences, here. There is no French or anything else here. There is a philosophy magazine in my room. I'll lend it to you if you want ... "
Well, that's how I used to show off my skills ... I was really wrong.
three
It's time for class. The content is usually simple, especially in the humanities college. Students in Hong Kong rarely choose to come to the Faculty of Arts. It's not that Hong Kong people are bad. Many people who are interested in literature and history are already in Britain, America or Peking University. Many others may choose places like the Chinese University. In the impression of local people, HKU prefers law, medicine and business.
Besides English Department, Linguistics Department is the most popular major in HKU College of Humanities. After all, it can be helpful for future work. I took a class called "World Languages: Introduction to Typology", and the teacher casually asked, "What is linguistics doing in the19th century?" I also casually said, "historical comparison." He was very surprised and immediately asked, "How do you know!" Without thinking, I said, "Everyone in Fudan knows …" I was shocked when I was present. At this moment of understanding, of course, I think of the head of Zhang Song's adult.
In fact, every day in Hong Kong, I really want to go back to Fudan. I received a year's training there. That's my home. But I was there. At that time, Fudan sold some students to HKU every year to choose from and exchanged some other benefits. I don't know why I was chosen. However, I know why I chose HKU. I asked the teacher who came to enroll students: "Teacher, do you have a classical department?" She said, "Well, that's a good question. The faculty setting of our University of Hong Kong is based on Oxford and Cambridge. " This answer is really ingenious. HKU refers to Niu Jian, but it does not include the Classic Department.
four
On weekdays, I often drown in some unnecessary things, and I feel very sorry for HKU teachers. That's very kind of them.
In the first grade, a teacher heard the story of my admission and offered to teach us ancient Greek. Every Tuesday and Thursday, early in the morning, she comes to the classroom one hour early and gives us a small stove. She is Italian and Greek is a compulsory course in her primary school, so the teaching method is "traditional". We don't talk about noun inflections or verb inflections. I spent half a semester talking about link changes … I didn't know what it was at that time, but I just tried very hard to remember it.
In fact, it is very common to make up lessons. Sometimes the class from two to four is over, and we are still willing to listen. The teacher will continue to talk and take us to dinner after six o'clock. At the same time, he also asked us a lot about life and reading. During that time, I developed a neurotic character as soon as I met my teachers: I always felt that my trivial existence was really a kind of pollution to them.
I am weak and my English is not good. The teacher taught by hand and did not change a word of the article. Once I handed in a philosophy exercise, and then the teacher called me over. He is an American and looks like Dionysus in the painting. He said: "One advantage of your article is that you want to criticize him in his way. But there are also bad places, not clear. " So, he helped me say a word. The first sentence, "You may have three meanings in this sentence, one, two, three ..." The 2000-word article is finished, and it is full of his marks, so I can't read the original words clearly. From then on, when I heard the word "clear", I couldn't help but get nervous-Dionysus was going to criticize me. ...
Many times, teachers are like family. At that time, our teacher called me to the office and told me that he had recommended me to a teacher in Cambridge, and the other party had agreed. When I talked about it later, I said hopelessly, "That's expensive." The teacher even said, "Will it be difficult? I can lend it to you at any time. " I don't know how time passed at that moment. At that time, I felt that everything I said was illegal and offensive-I didn't think I could even do that. The idea itself means what I seem to be-which is also illegal. These feelings still linger in my heart today. It's just that everywhere is covered with the color of late autumn: endless guilt.
five
After coming out of the office, you can still have a good time.
One day, my classmate asked me, "Do you know what CCP is?" I thought about it. "It should be the Communist Party of China (CPC), right?" He said, "Well, what about CCCP?" "The Soviet Union ... hmm." I know. "Do you know what SSSP is?" He gave a strange smile. "Hmm ..." Let me see ... "Is it the South Senegal Slavery Party?" "No, it's Stanley Smith swimming pool!" This is our swimming pool. Blue sky, clear water, hot air, herbal tea. As if you can forget a lot of troubles.
You can walk down the steep street from the swimming pool, and you can meet the old tram. It is said that this used to be a red light district. At that time, people got off work, visited the kiln and wanted to go home, so they opened the bus line. A scholar said that the origins of medieval universities and brothels were actually similar. Because of the city, many young people leave their homes and nobody cares about them, or read some books or sell themselves. Actually, it's all about making a living. Generally speaking, the same is true in Hong Kong. Now, the tram has changed to the subway.
If you go up, you can go up the mountain. It takes less than an hour to walk to the top of Taiping Mountain after the house where Zhang Ailing once lived. It is actually a tourist attraction overlooking the whole Victoria Bay, and of course there are many small shops. Once many people went up the mountain together, a journalism student said that she liked the shopping malls here and every shopping mall in Hong Kong. I just laughed. There are not many shopping malls in Hong Kong. There is only one shopping mall called Hong Kong. Apparently, she stopped talking to me afterwards. In fact, I also like these small shops. When you have more money, you can buy a pot of wine and see the night view of the city. On the water in the distance, there are spots and shadows. When the hot air blows, you will unconsciously think of Han Yu and Li Deyu. Think about what they will do in the south.
"It's time to go back to school!" At this time, it's time to start back to Shengzhuang.
You can curl up in a room that is not too small. Books are everywhere. Drink less water. There will be delicious ham and scrambled eggs in the morning. I am going to the library again. We're leaving. Far or near.
I know. There have been many good scholars in Shengzhuang. On my first day here, a senior from Hong Kong took us to visit places of interest near and far. Later, he went to Peking University. Now, he is one of the best young scholars in Xixia studies. In fact, over the years, I have come to understand: perhaps, giving up church activities is not as terrible as I thought, and Hong Kong is not a complete academic desert. After all, too many emotions have abandoned too many Guang Chen who should have studied. If you don't cheer up, this will be a real desert.