A Painting

Then there was that tall figure standing in front of Teacher Yang, while Teacher Yang leaned quietly against the wall behind him, listening to the lecture as well. Ah, I remember thinking then what a beautiful scene it was, such a beautiful scene. Quietly leaning in the corner, quietly listening. The philosophical exchange between Teacher Wang and Teacher Wu inside was so interesting, so interesting. And years ago, at our school, there was a security guard who used to come listen to my classes too. He often told me that whenever he was off duty, he would look for all kinds of classes to attend. At Fudan University, that was especially common—the cafeteria staff, don't underestimate them either; they often attended classes too. People from all walks of life. There was a young cook, a stir-fry chef, who told me that he often moved between different classrooms, from one classroom to another. If people like that, students like that, came into our classrooms, then I think the teachers giving the lectures should feel deeply honored.

Mm. Mm. First, when it came to solitude, solitude and loneliness were not the same thing. In my day, there was a popular American TV show called Growing Pains, right? Growing Pains. So today, I won't talk to everyone about my growing pains. I'll talk about some insights I gained from growing up. And it wasn't that these insights of mine were somehow so correct that you should take them away and let them guide the rest of your lives. I was never that arrogant. I never thought I could be everyone's mentor. Absolutely not. Nor did I think I was so important that everything that happened to me had to be known by the entire world. So most of the time, I merely wanted