What's it like to go to college like an exile?

The first two years of my undergraduate course were in Zhuhai Campus of Sun Yat-sen University. It's not downtown Zhuhai, but a small town called Tangjiawan, which is much behind Tangjialing. It is said that the Zhuhai branch of Beijing Normal University is also nearby, separated by a mountain, but it has not been seen for two years. Maybe it's because I don't usually leave school. In fact, there is no door at all in the school. There are mountains in the back and the sea in front, which is very desolate.

Turn right when you leave the school gate. There is a village called Jishan. There are no chickens or mountains in it. Only second-hand bicycles are stolen in school. Sell it to the school after stealing it. Students bought it and stole it. I lost two bicycles in my freshman year, so it's basically time to move back to the south campus of Xingang West Road in Guangzhou. When I arrived at the south campus, I went to the Hakka village opposite to buy a second-hand bicycle, which was also stolen from Zhong Da University. I stole it and sold it to the school. After I bought it, I was stolen, and then I threw away two more to graduate.

Cuhk has made a lot of contributions to the second-hand bicycle market in Guangzhou and Zhuhai for so many years and supported many people. When you meet a CUHK student, don't ask him what his major is and what his GPA is. Ask him how many bicycles he has lost, and you will know whether he has been through many battles. If you haven't lost a bike, CUHK will read it for nothing.

Two years in Zhuhai campus is like exile. The teacher does not live here. Every class lasts for an hour and a half, they always take the shuttle bus from the south campus for an hour and a half, and then take the shuttle bus back for an hour and a half. This station is called Guan Qi, which reminds me of "Five-eyed Chicken and Mountain Phoenix". But I really hate buses. I have been carsick since I was a child. I can't stand the smell of buses. Every semester, I only take the shuttle bus to Guangzhou at the beginning of school and holidays, then drag my luggage to Lujiang Station, take the subway to Guangzhou Railway Station, take the train to Xinyang Railway Station, and then take CMB home.

At that time, there was no high-speed rail, and it took 24 hours to toss it down. There are exceptions. Spring Festival travel rush rush hour to buy express tickets, can't get on the bus, just crowded in the local train. It is normal to be seven or eight hours late. I squeezed my glasses out of the car and it took me nearly 30 hours to get to Guangzhou.

This painful memory makes me feel that I was more able to bear hardships than I am now. It's too delicate now. I can't tolerate trains for more than six hours. I absolutely can't tolerate no place and no toilet. But all this is unbearable, worse than being in exile for two years.

It's hard to imagine how to live in college for another four years. Especially in the wild. Maybe it's my heart. I can't turn it off. When I went to school again, I felt sad and respectable when I saw my classmates reading books in the morning and studying by themselves at night. It was much more practical than those outside who started a business today and raised funds tomorrow.

I have also seen some suburban schools, such as the new campus of Zhengzhou University and Xianlin campus of Nanjing University, but they are all ok. There is a Polytechnic University in Lianhua Street, and a new Polytechnic University in Wei Zi Road near Zheng Da New District. Although the place is desolate, at least the street name is poetic. Nanjing Xianlin is not alone. There are many universities, which are more lively than many small towns. Although the Tangjiawan campus of CUHK is remote, at least there is water in front and mountains behind it. Although it is the image of the hexagrams in the book, it has beautiful scenery and is suitable for love. It's called dating in Cantonese. If there is procrastination, exile is not exile, but a holiday.

But if you want to go to the Yuzhong Campus of Lanzhou University, especially when a student who grew up in the plain suddenly comes here and imagines that he will spend three years here, an irresistible sense of despair arises. Remember the man who was locked in the valley for ten years in "Eternal Dragon Slayer"? This is the feeling in Yuzhong campus, in one word: isolated from the world. One more word: nothing.

My colleagues and I came here from Lanzhou through many tunnels. We're early. It is afternoon, and there is no one in the street. Like many small town fairs ten years ago, the pavement is semi-closed and there is not much business. There is a loud speaker playing music in the clothes shop, but no one patronizes it. Several children carrying schoolbags don't know where to put them, their faces are red with the sun, their clothes are covered with oil stains, and they are talking with a nasal northwest cavity.

I wandered around with my colleagues and found a big restaurant. We ordered a bowl of mutton noodles, a bowl of cold noodles and a cold dish, with a total price of ***2 1 yuan. After dinner, I went to school. As soon as I entered the school gate, I felt like Biyang's song: Broad Sky. Although there is no sea, just like the sea, no one can be seen. It was six o'clock in the evening. It should be time for the students to have dinner, but I don't know where everyone is. If it weren't for the campus loudspeaker broadcast, I still suspected that I had disappeared in the mountains.

Fortunately, I saw the building of Lanzhou University later. The name is not bad, and so is the handwriting. It is the most atmospheric of all colleges and universities I have ever seen. It is not the vulgar and trite names of "one religion", "two religions" and "learning five" at all, but Tianshan Hall, Helan Hall and Kunlun Hall. It's like walking into a martial arts novel.

It was not until I entered the Kunlun Temple-that is, the library-that I found out where people were. Everyone lined up at the canteen on the first floor of Kunlun Hall to buy sausages. Some people left with sausages, others stayed there and waited. It's really a matter of keeping both courage and courage.

The lecture classroom in Kunlun Hall is the largest in the school I have ever been to. The roof is too high, as high as the open air, ignoring the supreme command "Now my name is Kunlun, not so high, not so much snow". Such a large classroom is full, of course, not because I speak well, but because there are few activities here, and an outsider suddenly appears, which makes everyone feel the urge to watch.

Lanzhou itself is very remote, and Yuzhong is many times more remote than Lanzhou. Lanzhou gives people a hard feeling-on the endless loess plateau, a river finally flooded the ground, which is really a bit lost, while Fiona Fang is hundreds of miles away, but even the second piece can't be found, and Lanzhou has become the provincial capital. I asked the locals: Where is Lanzhou? The local people thought about it and said Zhongshan Bridge. What else is there? Yellow River. I know Lanzhou very well.

From Lanzhou to Yuzhong, there are many culverts, surrounded by bare mountains. To say that baldness is not accurate, the accurate statement is "three-point hair", that is, when shaving, it is almost bald, but it is still a little hairy. There are still a few inches of vegetation on some mountains, but there is no way to hide the yellow background in the places with the richest vegetation. There are warning signs for trucks all the way: "The fifth gear is dead, the fourth gear is difficult, and the third gear is safe".

It is said that students come to Yuzhong every year, and after one or two months, they can't bear it and drop out of school to repeat their studies. However, after I sent the pictures of Yuzhong campus to my circle of friends, I was surprised to find that at least seven or eight thousand people in my circle of friends graduated from Lanzhou University. Among them are the first batch of students in Yuzhong Campus. Two people saw the photos I sent in Yuzhong and directly replied to the crying expression. My tutor when I was a graduate student also graduated from Lanzhou University.

The first alumnus in Yuzhong now lives in Shenzhen and made a fortune by real estate speculation last year. Others are scattered in Beijing, Tianjin and Guangzhou, engaged in different industries and living different lives. The memories of Lanzhou and Yuzhong have long been lost in the sea of dust and fog. It suddenly occurred to me that in the squat pit of the toilet in Kunlun Temple, the door was marked with "true questions of Grade 4 and 6" and the wall was marked with freedom. If there is no school, how can you see freedom in this boundless loess?