Mountain Road is the road of Luojia Mountain. I usually came down the hill through the uphill road to luojia mountain north hill and walked to the old library. On both sides of the road, many osmanthus and cherry blossom trees are planted. Osmanthus trees are green all year round, so that the color of life will always reside in the four seasons. When autumn comes, the osmanthus blossoms into small yellow flowers, and the sweet fragrance it emits fills the wind and penetrates people's hearts and spleens. The cherry blossom trees, on the other hand, take on different images as the seasons change, like the impermanence of life.
It leaves in autumn and winter, and then remains bare in its bare black branches. But when spring came, the cherry blossoms spit out the first flowers. Its flowers are neither as bright as peach blossoms nor as white as pear blossoms, but a strange combination of pale red and white. The landscape of cherry blossoms is like a cloud, frozen in the treetops. But in a fierce storm, the cherry blossoms all flew to the ground, leaving only the green leaves that quietly grew.
When you come to the old library after passing through the road full of osmanthus and cherry blossom trees, you enter a very open realm. Far to the south is the south mountain of Luojia Mountain, and she is like a quiet virgin. In the middle of its northern foothills, stands the administrative building. Overlooking the rest of the campus, they are covered by dense woods. Leaving the north peak of Luojia Mountain and coming to the road of Luojia Mountain Nanshan, people will present different scenery in front of them. Entering the mid-mountain, the road around the mountain is hidden in the shade of the trees, as if isolated from the world, and people are confronted with trees and stones, which become the wordless friends of the walkers.
When you reach the top of the mountain, you come to the highest part of the campus, where the view is wide and people can enjoy the campus scenery. Looking north, the roof of the administration building can be seen in the near distance, and in the distance you can see the green glazed tile complex of the old library and the old house. Looking east, you can see the panoramic view of East Lake and the Mill Mountain in the distance. But if you look up at the sky, then man is like being detached from the earth, left behind and independent, and friends with heaven.
Every day after a walk is self-study. After self-study, it is time to wash up and get ready for bed. At half past ten, the school turns off the lights on time, so the whole dormitory will be shrouded in darkness. The big and small things of the day finally passed with the lights going out. We all got into bed and lay down on the quilt. My bunk is above the bunk bed, and it gives a wonderful feeling compared to the bottom, as if lying in the air, and it can make people's thoughts float in the air like ghosts at night. But going to bed doesn't mean going to bed and falling asleep.
We are in the turbulent season of life in adolescence. At this time, lust, like an animal, finds its moment in the darkness, and it makes one think of the existence of a real or imaginary maiden and the possible intimate relationship with her. Unfortunately, this is inconceivable, but it is unspeakable.
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Lust at night can torment people from sleeping. We can't talk about it openly, but we can talk about things other than it. In this way, lying down talk became the most important form of nightly dormitory life. Lying down is a unique way of talking. Everyone lives together, which eliminates the sense of distance and alienation between people, without too much scruples about the venue and the participants in the conversation. At the same time, at night people have their eyes closed, and even if they open their eyes, they cannot see others, which makes the conversation itself more free, it only becomes the voice, that is, the communication of words themselves.
So as one topic shifts from one topic to another, we will all be silent in bed, agitated, arguing, angry, scolding, laughing, etc., and sometimes get up to drink a glass of water to moisten the thirsty throat of a loud conversation. The talk sometimes lasts until one or two o'clock in the morning. Its sound often interferes with the sleep of students in other dormitories, so it will attract violent knocks and criticism. Then we had to close our mouths as if we had closed our eyes and start sleeping. At this time the people were also tired, and the sleeping devil came silently. Soon there was a purr.
During the night we discuss and argue about a variety of issues. The great events that have taken place in the world, the decay of an old thing in the country and the rise of new things are all topics of discussion. Our speech has a great way to point out the country and stir up the flavor of words. For dealing with some major problems, we often use a kind of virtual: if I am who I am, then how will I be. As we all know, this is nothing more than empty talk and has no practical significance. Of course, we are more talking about some big things and small things that happen in the school, such as the change of the principal, the small amount of dishes in the canteen, and the taste is extremely bad, it is difficult to swallow, and so on.
At the same time, those classroom teachers have become the object of our judgment. Naturally, we will praise those teachers who teach well, but for those who have a very bad level of teaching, we will expose his emperor's new clothes and criticize him to the end. But the problem is that which teacher is good and which teacher is not good is the benevolent and the wise. Inevitably, this will break out into a war of words. People need to lay out the facts, be reasonable, and finally decide the winner or loser.
In addition to the teacher, we also comment on the students in the class one by one, pointing out their strengths and exposing their shortcomings, and then giving them a queue. Those who are fortunate enough to be the first place will also undergo a harsh review. Among the classmates, girls certainly became the subject of our boys' conversations. There were nine girls in our class, and they were given a very elegant name, that is, the names of the nine literary goddesses on Mount Olympus in ancient Greek mythology: the muse. But unfortunately, they are not the most beautiful in our entire Chinese department. In this way, everyone jokingly says that if there is not a great poet in our class, then we cannot blame us, but they must blame them, because these girls cannot inspire boys.
The topic of the talk goes back and forth, and inevitably talks about ourselves. The first is to talk about your own family. Many people like to brag about their ordinary family as a blood organization with an extraordinary history, or to be linked to a relative of a celebrity, thus showing their nobility and specialness. The second is to talk about your own experience. Everyone's experience looks similar, from school to school. But because each person comes from a different origin, so the experience is also different. For example, some people have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Beidaihe, Lushan, train, ship and plane. I have never experienced any of this, and I can only secretly envy it. There are also a few classmates who have been soldiers and worked as workers, and their experiences are complicated enough. Later, I learned that a classmate from Yunnan was also involved in smuggling to Burma and had been caught and imprisoned for several months. Finally, the history of personal love even includes the first sexual experience. At that time, although the university did not advocate falling in love, students who fell in love abounded. They are like butterflies and ducks, inseparable from each other.
The author is a professor of philosophy at Wuhan University, and is the author of a series of academic monographs "Five Books of Guoxue" ("On Guoxue", "On Laozi", "On Confucius", "On Huineng", "On Confucianism and Taoism", all published and distributed by the People's Publishing House). The image of this article comes from the network, and the title is added by the editor.