十多年之后,我仍坚持认为1995年的秋天是个诗一般的秋天。当然,那个秋天最初是没有一点儿诗意的。在社会上颠沛流离之后,我被父亲赶回了校园。父亲说,好歹就一年,考不上大学,老子再也不逼你。为了彻底浇灭父亲不切实际的梦想,我只好答应了他老人家的请求。 More than a decade later, I still insisted that the fall of 1995 was a poetic autumn. Of course, that fall was initially not poetic. After being displaced from the community, I was driven back to school by my father. My father said that it would be a good year for me to go to college. I would never force you again. In order to completely extinguish my father’s unrealistic dreams, I had to agree to his old man’s request.