On August 3, there was a violent storm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early hours of the morning, suddenly, thunderstorms and lightning thunderbolts.

Every year in July and August, this terrifying weather is felt.

The sound of thunder, like a crisp sound in the sky, resounded through the sky. The lightning was bright, like the light of the polar sky, and it hit the eyes. The torrential rain was wanton, like a downpour, and in an instant, the land was flooded.

In this weather, I'm going to see my old self off.

All the sufferings still have to be faced by themselves! Carry them by yourself! Now, I have begun to hope for things that I shouldn't be praying for~

I am not a woman who is not self-reliant, I am not a little woman, why did I start to rely on it, I began to ask for luxury? I seemed to fall into the heavy rain, shaking my head desperately, and waving my hands vigorously, I believe that everything will have to rely on myself in the future!

I stood in front of the window, looking at the thick trees uprooted by the wind, thunder, and lightning, at the collapsed dilapidated houses, billboards, and so many bicycles and cars soaked in scale, and I was relieved that at least, my suffering was not a great suffering compared to their trivial, ordinary lives, was it?

Walking in the drizzling city, just like me, I am also sighing about the life and death of all things in the universe.

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Dream-seeking, holding a long artemisia, to the grass greener,

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

I stepped onto Silver Street, crossed the beautiful River Cam, and walked through the beautiful scenery of the rainy weather. In the idyllic atmosphere of the sunshine, flowers, and weeping willows, I saw again the small wooden bridge that connected the greenery and the Queens' College, which was built by the two queens in the 15th century. This is the most famous "mathematical bridge", also known as Newton's bridge, which is said to have been designed and built by Newton using geometric principles, without the use of a single nail in the bridge. Later, some curious students wanted to dismantle it and study it, but no matter what method was used, it just couldn't be restored. In the end, the wooden bridge had to be fixed with nails before it was re-erected. Actually, I know that this story is fictional. In fact, the Math Bridge was built in 1749 by William Etheridge on geometric principles and by James Essex, before it was destroyed. Today, the bridge is a replica of the bolted bridge from 1905.

Cambridge University does not allow students to drive to school, so there are far fewer cars in the city than in other cities. Every time, I need to park my car on the side of the road outside the city, and trot all the way through the streets that are sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, sometimes winding and sometimes straight, which can be regarded as a unique scenery.

But I think it's also interesting to appreciate the architecture of the city of Cambridge. Look, there are no tall buildings in the city. The rough stone pavement and granite exterior wall reveal simplicity and generosity in simplicity. Lo and behold, the famous apple tree at the entrance of Trinity College, growing on the grass on the left in front of the door, the leaves were just leafy, faintly glowing with small greenish-red apples, but it looked too thin compared to the surrounding trees, but it did not affect her at all from dropping the fruit on Newton's head one summer!

What a bright and vibrant campus life~

I was relieved and decided not to care about this man's hypocrisy, cunning, malice, and betrayal.

I also need to act, and then I can have peace of mind.

Ghosts, in the nightmare, show up, I'm ready!

So I changed my route and took the road to Oxford, which was about a hundred and ten kilometres apart, but I felt that it would not take me long to get there. The first time I came to Oxford, I didn't look closely, but I had a gut feeling that it was a beautiful campus in a beautiful town.

This time, my mentality has changed greatly, and I fantasize about a tourist mentality. As I walked out into the green grass of the campus, I lay on the grass and felt that the University of Oxford, indeed, was an old university with a lot of bullishness. Founded in 1167, it is the oldest university in the English-speaking world and the second oldest surviving higher education institution in the world, and is recognized as one of the top higher education institutions in the world today. If you look around, you will understand that the University of Oxford must also be a well-known institution with a reputation as a top university in the world and a huge influence. Look, the majestic library, the outside reveals a strong academic atmosphere, I can't help but be in awe, the ancient history of the thick sense of added to the majesty and authority of the academic field, the land of the cattle, admiration even if it, it is better to imagine the youth of Cambridge, but also the environment is beautiful, green grass, especially the famous "Jesus" lawn, "Max" lawn, "sheep" lawn, etc., like a velvet felt paving, absolutely better than this Oxford.

What Cambridge and Oxford have in common is that the campus is the city, and the city is the campus.

In 1167, the then King of England had a dispute with the King of France, and English scholars who had been studying in France had to return home. They gathered near King Henry II's palace in Oxford and began teaching and research, which was the predecessor of Oxford University. In 1201, Oxford had its first headmaster. In 1213, papal envoys granted a charter to the college of Oxford, and Oxford officially became an officially recognized university. In 1209, a student in Oxford who practiced archery accidentally killed a woman in the town, and the revenge eventually turned into a large-scale conflict, with the university and its students suffering heavy casualties and being expelled from Oxford. 12 Oxford teachers and students were exiled to Cambridge, and they were the originators of Cambridge University. The King of England intervened and the incident was put to rest, but this hostile relationship lasted for centuries until the 50s of the 20th century, when the two sides reached a settlement.

It was getting dark, and I decided, really reconcile, in the most peaceful way possible.

So, I went downstairs to the apartment and waited, waited, waited for him to come out with the beautiful Oxford girl.

Sure enough, they came out and hugged each other tightly.

When he saw me, he was surprised, but he only looked at me, and continued to walk away with the girl in his arms.

I don't think they went to class, and our papers should be related to the same terms.

So I continued to stand there waiting, knowing that my waiting had a price.

Sure enough, an hour later, he ran back in a panic, and from a distance, he waved at me, and when he got closer, he said, "Yanran, Yanran, is it really you? Why are you here? How do you know I'm here?"

I smiled indifferently and said, "Oh, I saw you two kissing by the library shelves more than half a year ago! Look, my cultivation is enough, okay? Hehe, I thought you would get tired of it soon, but I didn't expect that this time, you would be quite dedicated!"

He was embarrassed, but he also smiled and said: "Alas, you don't know, foreign girls are good, there is not so much trouble, our language and cultural communication problems are too different, so we don't talk and don't communicate! We only do things, but we can't think of it for so long." We've been together for so long, you know me, I'm a person who likes to talk with the lower body. But don't worry, I'll still be nice to you. I'm going to visit you again once a month, and you can still live in my villa! Or, then, I'll buy you another apartment in the city of London? So that when you graduate and go to work at a London law firm, you'll have a house to live in? I'll buy it in your name, okay?

Artemisia Yanran smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay to talk." Then I don't want to say anything more, but I want to emphasize once again that as soon as the formalities of the London house are in my hands, I will move out of your villa. How about we get to do it from now on?"

He was stunned, thought for a while, and then said, "Okay, okay." It's good. ”

Yes, I'm sure he must not have understood in his heart: I've said so, why do you have to settle accounts with me!

Yes, I don't understand why I would do that either.

Of course, maybe it's because I crave a pure thought, alone.

I hope that next time, in the nightmare, I can let Pingwei see a flower as pure as the pear blossom white of the tree in spring.

This flower, this beautiful pear blossom white, is me. Although the pear blossoms are white, they have long been withered by the sandstorm of spring. However, a good memory will also be an eternal smile.

And unlike this, the storm in the summer drove away all the beautiful flowers.

I drove along the way, but there was a sense of liberation, so I recited the poem full of affection and gratitude from time to time:

Gently I go, just as I come gently, I gently beckon, as the clouds of the western sky!