Through your black hair, my youth

Author: Zeng Yinyu
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: When I entered the main building, I felt puzzled. Is this the place where I sold my soul and body? As I threw the can of cola into the trash can, I noticed a few words: "Today I am proud of my alma mater, tomorrow my alma mater will be proud of me." Instantly, I felt an infinite sense of honor and responsibility. I picked up the cola can and threw it into the artificial lake. What kind of honor is this? Why didn't they take care of the junior high school building? Making it look like a gathering place for migrant workers, and yet they called us the worst class. In the distance, I saw a statue of something that looked like a cross between a donkey and a horse in the act of mating, with two wings attached to its body. Below the statue, there were inscriptions of donations from various organizations and individuals. Then, in a larger font, it was written: "Flying Horse." I suddenly realized what it was. Then, while looking for the restroom, I found another statue. Upon getting closer, I discovered it was actually Confucius, making me break out in a cold sweat. At first, I thought it was a statue of a cat.