Annoying Things

So explanations were a very tiresome thing. Under what circumstances could people talk to one another without needing explanations? It was when there was sympathy born of understanding, and understanding born of sympathy. That was how it should be between friends. And I also wanted to mention that every graduation season, graduation season was the liveliest time at the university. Some people smashed bottles, of course, and wild celebrations went without saying. Every year, several people were sent to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. I had seen people hugging utility poles, crying and making a scene. I had also seen people shouting declarations of love from beneath their beds. But I wanted to tell everyone that this way of graduating and saying goodbye was so base. It should not have been this kind of free and pointless atmosphere, because it was a violence of language, a violence of behavior, a rude violence toward others, or a crude and brutal violence toward oneself. We absolutely should not have been like this, because a true farewell ought to have held more commemoration, more remembrance, more room for savoring memories. I had two classmates who were good friends. Before graduation, when it was time to say goodbye, the two of them went together to the lawn of Xianghui Hall. They lay down there and watched the stars together, chatting now and then. That was all. In the distance, someone was playing guitar on the lawn of Xianghui Hall. At dawn, the two embraced each other. I felt that perhaps this way was more complex, more suited to our state of poetic dwelling. When we truly needed to advertise something, we could also use this clamor and the violence of language to advertise it. It was entirely a state of having no breeding, no