A sentimental old man

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I went to the university where I have studied with my son this afternoon.

First we came to a supermarket and bought some food and then I rode there, carrying my son, who got seated at the back comfortably.

When we arrived there, we went to the hill and climbed onto it. My son was very happy. He set fireworks here and there on the hill. I warned him in case that may cause fire. Obediently he threw all the fireworks one by one onto the ice after ignited them. He ate some food since he was hungry.

Then I carried him to the dormitory where I lived in when I was a student and the dinning hall where I had meals and the teaching building where I had my lessons. My son was excited to see what a lofty teaching building it is. Full of pride I led him into it and we go upstairs. The building has eight floors. It was quite a hard job for me to climb up by my son thought it nothing but an enjoyable experience. When we left the building and were just at the entrance of the building, there was some thing foamy in front of my eyes. It was just too pungent and entangled a feeling that was surging through me. All past things, some sweet and some bitter, pour into my heart at the same time. Most probably I would be accused of being too nostalgic in terms of this. I just didn’t know. I had been too old to be sentimental to a lot of things. But whenever I set foot upon the soil of the university such a feeling would inevitably come to me.

I have intended to make my son edified in such a way as to aim high since youth. However what I reaped most is that feeling. I just don’t know what the cause is. Since I was a little child I have looked on the schools I studied in as my resort to go to whenever something happens or whatever may happen. Once I quarreled with my elder sister so severely when I was still a little child, I left home at night, only to go to school to seek refuge and shelter.

With a mother mentally ill, where can I find some comfort and the warmth of a family? Perhaps that is the reason why I miss the university so much. And now, what is left me in the world is only a sister who was somewhat a little mentally ill too. What can I think of when I see all of the old things, suggestive of all that was happening in the past in the university?

I should turn my attention to the good side of things. I have my wife, my son to tender to. They are the major concern in the world now, since my sister has been married and she has got her own family. Our journey in the mundane world is too short and soon it will come to an end. Why should I shed tears to hurt myself by only a memory of the past?