As a liberal arts student, Peking University has always been the most sacred place in my heart. After three years of graduate school, I may miss more classes in Peking University than in my own school. I am very happy to read in the morning with my friends in Peking University in Weiming Lake, and I am happy to agree.
So that year, at five o'clock every morning, I set off from school and rode from school to Peking University for ten minutes. Entering from the antique west gate of Peking University, stepping on the mist of morning light, I came to the rusty surface of the unnamed lake and read the Book of Songs with my friends.
The morning reading group was spontaneously organized by students of Peking University National College. Apart from most of them, there were other Chinese lovers in science, editors of Zhonghua Book Company, and graduate students who rented in the dormitory of Peking University.
The unnamed lake in the early morning is even more charming than I expected.
The morning mist hangs over the lake, Boyata's reflection is graceful, and the willow branches by the lake sway gently with the wind. Students in twos and threes sit by the lake or stand by, with books in their hands; The old professor with gray hair was in a hurry with a book in his hand.
Everything is so quiet, so safe, so vigorous, so beautiful.
Our morning reading began with the reading of the doctoral seniors of Peking University. Everyone sat under the rusty pillar and read aloud. After talking for half an hour, it's time to discuss reading freely. Some of you will continue to discuss around rust, some will stand on the rocks by the lake and read aloud and then play the flute, and some will practice Tai Chi sword on the island clearing in the middle of the lake.
I like walking slowly around the unnamed lake, reading books, watching people and seeing the scenery.
Young students galloped by on bicycles, the shoulder bag on their shoulders seemed heavy, the plastic bag hanging on the handlebar contained steaming pancake fruit and soybean milk, and the hair on their foreheads floated in the air.
The old professor with gray hair hobbled by the lake, although his face was wrinkled and his back was slightly hunched. Although I don't know his or her name, I still remember Fang Qiu's cheerful appearance on the podium of the highest institution in China.
Some students asked me, is it necessary to go to Peking University for morning reading every morning? What can't I do if I want to study?
Indeed, if you want to study, you can study anywhere. The ancients talked about "three things" in reading: immediately, on the pillow and in the toilet. Read everywhere.
However, just as the ancients had a sense of ritual in reading, they had to wash their hands before they could get the scroll, reading, especially the beautiful text like The Book of Songs, I prefer to read it with insightful people in places with artistic conception.
Perhaps, what I read is not only a book, but also a state of mind and a kind of meditation.
From summer to winter, Boyata is silent, the unnamed lake is silent, and a book of songs is from thick to thin.
Every morning, I have an appointment with Weiming Lake.
As "Guo Feng. Feng Wang. Cai Ge "said:
He picked Ge Xi, and he doesn't see you for a day, such as March Xi.
He took care of him, but he didn't see him all day, just like him.
I haven't seen you for a day, and I'm three years old.
Not seeing Sanqiu for a day.
In the morning reading days, in addition to being intoxicated and nourished by the beautiful poems of the ancients. I was also moved and infected by the warmth between people.
When the first snow in early winter in Beijing suddenly hit, the morning after the snow was particularly cold. Afraid of being late, I didn't go back to add clothes, but braved the cold wind and rushed to Peking University. When I arrived at the west gate of Peking University, a girl who was renting a postgraduate entrance examination in Peking University dormitory stopped me, smiled and handed me a scarf, saying that I knew you must be wearing less.
When I was studying at Peking University in the morning, I also worked as an intern in a central media. Because I don't have a meal card from Peking University, I usually buy bread and yogurt at the subway station 7- 1 1 after reading in the morning. When the doctoral brothers who read aloud together know it, they often take me to the canteen for dinner after morning reading. I know that the allowance of Dr. Peking University is not high, but he never gives him money. The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, so I have to send him a small bookmark to write down my feelings and warmth in this cold winter.
The morning reading group of Weiming Lake also attracted the attention of the media. One day, a reporter from China Education TV came to interview, and we read aloud in unison in the stone workshop of Weiming Lake, laughing like flowers in the morning sun. Later, one of my classmates saw this scene on TV. She told me that I had seen you talking about Kan Kan in the studio of the central media, and you calmly presided over it on the stage of the party's highest institution of higher learning. However, you don't seem to have the beauty of that moment, sitting by an unknown lake with a book, absorbed in reading. At that time, I saw you shining.
I think it's not me that shines, but the light of poetry, culture and youth.
Morning reading in the unnamed lake is a pleasure to meet and become attached to me. Although I was admitted to work in other districts after graduation, I was too far away to continue my morning reading. However, the readership of Weiming Lake has never stopped growing.
After graduation, the doctoral seniors who studied went to a well-known media and continued to do something to promote Chinese studies. The boy who plays the flute was admitted to the National College for further study from the interdisciplinary examination of Peking University Institute of Technology. The girl who gave me a scarf to keep me warm, I don't know where she is now, and there is no news. I sincerely hope that she can be admitted to Peking University and get her wish.
Thanks to the morning reading that year, I not only saw Beijing at five o'clock in the morning, but also learned persistence, self-discipline and certainty in the morning light day after day, which made me understand that there are poems and distant places in life besides now.
Kawabata Yasunari said: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the flowering of begonia wake up.
In my young year, at 5: 30 every morning, I saw the unnamed lake wake up.