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Volume 1 text ¡¾037¡¿White skirt fluttering (Part 2)

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    For this topic about the daily life of girls in art schools, I went to that school very close to me.  This school has produced many celebrities, and the most recent one is the famous Brother Chun.  I didn¡¯t call Xiao Ma that day and sneaked off to stay alone. This is one of my hobbies, and it can even be said to be a bad taste.  For a period of time, I often went to the university to audit. Different from those college students who always pretended to be fake, I often listened to the lectures more seriously than they did, and half a day passed without paying attention.  The first time I audited was in Shanghai, Fudan to be precise. I was going to find a job that day, so I took the subway to my destination, but I failed.  I thought since I was already here, I might as well go to the legendary Fudan University. After entering, I found a large classroom and listened to two classes.  I felt very satisfied at that time. There was no pressure of exams, no need to take notes, and the pleasure of getting on the bus without buying a ticket. It was the first time that I felt that listening to a class was as relaxing and enjoyable as listening to a story.  Later I became addicted and have been doing this for a long time.  Sometimes I also wonder if it would be unkind to skip classes like this. After learning from many previous precedents, I quickly regained my balance.  Our great leader Mao Zedong once audited Peking University twice. The writer I admire, Mr. Shen Congwen, was also an auditor. In fact, there are many well-known figures in this country who have audited.  For a while, I regarded these people as role models for struggle. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but I went a bit late that day and the sun was already setting when I walked into the school.  I originally thought it was a wrong time. After a few minutes, I could only lament that God is not as good as God.  I saw a back figure, only a back figure, and it reminded me of a song: When the autumn wind stops at the tips of your hair, on the shoulders of the red sunset.  You watch the clear pulse of the leaves, and she falls gracefully This situation is completely consistent with the lyrics.  Looking at the girl in a daze under the tree, I was also in a daze.  What a literary and artistic scene. As I get older and older, I originally thought that I would never take such a literary and artistic route again.  And her mere silhouette touched my sultry heart.  When I came back to my senses, I immediately stopped being artistic. At that moment, my mental activities were quite vulgar and worldly, because the only prayer in my heart at that time was: The heavens and the earth are all well and good, don¡¯t carry too many points!  Her charming long hair attracted me, and her charming back also attracted me. The most important thing is that in September, when summer turns to autumn, her white dress deeply touched my heart.  When I was very young, I had this longing for love: One day I found a girl with a fluttering white dress, and we fell in love with each other, facing the sea, and the flowers bloomed every day in spring Unfortunately, the longing is always just that.  Longing has nothing to do with reality.  ¡°Before that, all the girls I knew wearing white skirts were killed by other animals.  ¡° Moreover, those girls wearing white skirts always lack the feeling of fluttering white skirts.  Until this day of this month, at such a moment that seemed to have been arranged by fate, she appeared.  The moment she turned around, I felt that I was no longer short-sighted, and everything about her floated directly into my heart from my eyes.  At that moment, my only thought was that I had traveled to so many places and changed so many double beds just to find her.  At that minute and that second, I just felt that my entire state was like a song by Xu Wei: I am a prodigal son who always walks alone into the distance, and you are my woman in the vast sea of ??people ¡¤
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