我的蹭课记

This is a true story. In November 2011, "I" began my journey of auditing classes. Little did I expect that on the very first day, I would arrive late. Suspicious and questioning glances filled the classroom as I timidly yet deliberately composed myself to find a seat. Teacher Mao is a man of remarkable presence, and his lessons—along with the nostalgic aura of childhood memories he exudes—made me fall in love with his class. To attend these lectures, I traveled back and forth between Tianjin and Beijing, never tiring of the journey. Of course, during this time, I also experienced the terrifying and unforgettable power outages in rented rooms and endured dormitory conditions as rough as a pigsty. 　　Unforgettable are those days of auditing classes—seasons passing from spring to winter, filled with beautiful, bittersweet, lonely, yet warm memories. My mother and Mao'er Sihuzi remained my deepest concerns during those drifting years...