Jie is about to go abroad

"You have completed the formalities for studying abroad. There is no problem. This semester is over. You can go to Stanford University to study for a degree." Master Ji said to Jie at the dinner table. Views. At this time, there was less than a month left before the end of this semester, and Jiara looked at Master Ji in astonishment.

Stanford is located in the world-famous "Silicon Valley", which is the San Francisco Bay Area with the most beautiful environment and the most developed economy in California.

It can be said to be the most picky school - the annual admission rate is only about 7%, but it pays more attention to personal quality than whether it is from a prestigious school.

Its strongest fields: general management, entrepreneurship, hi-tech management, public management, finance and so on. It offers more than 80 elective courses throughout the year.

The teaching method is: case teaching 40%, classroom lecture 30%, field project and simulation training 30%.

"I don't want to go." Jie refused in person.

"Don't forget what you promised me." Master Ji said without any room for negotiation.

Jiara looked at Jie, not knowing what he promised Master Ji. And it sounds like Ji-eun is forced to.

Jie didn't say anything else, and went upstairs before even finishing his meal. So Jiara also went upstairs.

"To the Oak Tree" - Shu Ting

if i love you-

It's definitely not like a climbing spider lily

Show yourself off with your high branches;

if i love you-

never learn infatuated bird

Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade;

not only like a fountain

Sending cool comfort all year round;

not only like dangerous peak

Increase your height, set off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rains.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as the image of a tree.

root, clinging to the ground

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

every gust of wind blows

We all greet each other,

but no one

understand our language.

you have your copper branches and iron trunks

like a knife, like a sword,

also like a halberd;

I have my red flowers

like a heavy sigh,

And like a torch of valor.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;

We share mist, liulan, hauni.

as if separated forever,

But they depend on each other for life.

This is great love,

Fortitude is here:

like--

Not only love your stalwart body,

I also love the position you insist on, the ground under your feet.