Ye Zi: What This 4-year Education Brought Me

I graduated this summer

The sense of graduation was like an English rain falling on me, intermittently

In the winter of 2017, I came to the UK for my first university interview

It was an early morning of winter, Britain remained unweakened, and the ground, covered with yesterday’s snow

Recalling the moment, I sat alone in a dark booth waiting before the interview.

I took a picture of the big, open window in front of me

In the days of waiting, hope occasionally overcomes fear; however, it loses ground the rest of the time

It was the last and only time that I wanted something, deadly

And later, I got in

The summer of 2018, became my best summer ever

I took so many pictures that turning them over now confirms my happiness

I went to so many places that I can’t remember exactly where I have been

I read books that I have consumed but not yet digested

I’ve been through many farewells, but most of them are not the last

Livehouse

I had my first time seeing livehouses

I had my first time, with my friend in the square, waiting for the sun to rise

I had my first time riding the train

I had my first time taking the film

That summer, I may have briefly believed in my own omnipotence

Second later,

New life was coming without stopping

I love hanging over Tesco;

I love the whole wheat toast with nuts, peanut butter without sugar and dairy milk;

I love ugly yet brave ducklings and fuzzy sun; 

I love decisive English showers, and I like to eat a sandwich I just got on the grass

I love pretty libraries; I love the moment before a question is answered; I love the speech given by Hilary or Jude Law; I love listening to God and his Bible; I love questioning whether science can solve all the big problems.

Covid

And then there came the COVID

I spent the whole summer seaside

Those tanned skin told me of a different story, further away

I floated on my surf board and let every wave pass me by

Moon can never get into your basin.

Those I thought were missed from the beginning never belong to me ever.

Third later, I got back to England.

In the room, not spacious, I mostly do is to look at the tree in front of my window.

And the shadow he leaves behind

I was under the impression that trees never grow old

They disappeared one winter

It was not until the following spring that the penny dropped

When the epidemic became better

I started to pre-revise the last summer I had here

I punted

I ran

I Laughed wild

I visited my loves

Thus I can survive the coming farewell

The growth in childhood is a leap in the dark. Hardly ever when you get elder.

I’m like a tree that’s already ran my first bloom.

No one expects differently on me

Or, the grain missing its sowing season

Failed to harvest in the autumn of my story

This is how I came to this day, by pushing and floating

What the 4-years education brought me

It’s I finally take off the rose-coloured filter, at a quarter of the way through my life

Be at peace with your own commonness.

This time he was not a comfort, or a forgiveness, or an excuse

It’s the first deep breath for the whale come to the surface of the ocean

The kitten stretched in the afternoon

It’s soothing yet wakeful

That’s it