The first time I went to Xiamen University, I didn't strictly plan a tour route for myself. I'm just looking around and playing with some friends. You really don't need to say that the scenery of Xiamen University is really beautiful and the architecture is very chic. We don't know where we are after playing. Just when I was wondering, I saw a small lake and led some friends there.
Before entering the lake, I was curious to see a group of people under a big tree by the lake. I couldn't help walking over. He is surrounded by an old man, who should be about 60 years old. He is full of energy and has a loud voice. I told some stories about Xiamen University, and I was attracted. I stood there and quietly joined the team.
He cleared his throat, talked about the origin of Xiamen University, the architecture of Xiamen University, the story of Lu Xun in Xiamen University, the story of Shen Congwen and a scene of Xiamen phoenix tree. I don't know who he is, just looking at the things next to him, which should be drinking postcards and other small souvenirs. I don't know what makes him tell these stories here. When did he start? A series of question marks made me look forward to this old man.
When he finished a paragraph and everyone around him left, I stepped forward and wanted to have a good talk with him. Unexpectedly, it rained, and my friend only took me away. He also quickly packed those postcards and left.
I went to Xiamen University for the second time and went to that place again. After a year, the scenery remains the same and there is no change. The old man is still like that, standing under the tree, telling those beautiful stories endlessly, and people outside have turned around him three times. I stood outside the crowd and listened quietly, just like a year ago.
When he finished, the crowd dispersed and I walked along the nearby lake. It didn't rain, and I didn't ask the question a year ago, because it didn't matter to him. For me, I already know the answer.
He told his story, and I went to my Xiamen University to see my scenery. He chattered like a passer-by, and I listened quietly. Like everyone else, I don't know each other in the vast sea of people. But under the big tree by the lake of Xiamen University, your story attracted me, and I listened carefully. This is the fate between you and me, and nothing else matters.
Going back to my hometown to work, I overheard my colleague say that he had been to Xiamen University. I asked him if you knew any old storytellers. He replied: Of course, I stand there telling stories every day. Every time I ride by, he is there, and sometimes I stop to listen.
It seems that I am not the only one who knows him. Everyone who has been to Xiamen University should have seen this old man, heard his story and be curious about him. I think he is very interesting. Now that I think about it, I feel that he still talks like that. I think that's enough.
Many years later, I recalled that on my trip, I met an old man who was telling the story of Xiamen University under a tree. I was very curious. For him, I am afraid that I stand under the tree and tell stories every day, and many people come to listen to them every day. It was a good meeting for me and others.