Ji En Is About to Go Abroad

"The procedures for your studying abroad have all been completed. There's no problem. At the end of this semester, you'll go to Stanford University to pursue a degree." Master Ji said to Ji En at the dinner table. This was a fait accompli, not asking for Ji En's opinion. And there were less than a month left until the end of this semester. Ji Aier looked at Master Ji in surprise.

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

It can be said to be one of the most selective schools—with an annual admission rate of only about 7%. However, it values personal qualities more than whether one comes from a prestigious school.

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

The teaching methods are: case teaching accounts for 40%, classroom lectures account for 30%, and field projects and simulation training account for 30%.

"I don't want to go." Ji En refused on the spot.

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

Ji Aier looked at Ji En, not knowing what he had promised Master Ji. And it sounded like Ji En was being forced.

Ji En didn't say anything more and went upstairs without even finishing his meal. So Ji Aier followed him upstairs.

To the Oak ——Shu Ting

If I love you—

I will never be like the凌霄花 (Chinese trumpet creeper) that climbs

To show off myself by relying on your high branches;

If I love you—

I will never imitate the infatuated bird

That repeats monotonous songs for the shade;

Nor will I be just like a spring

That brings cool comfort all year round;

Nor will I be just like a perilous peak

That adds to your height and sets off your dignity.

Not even the sunlight.

Not even the spring rain.

No, all these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you

Standing together with you as a tree.

Our roots are tightly clenched underground

Our leaves touch in the clouds.

Every time the wind blows

We greet each other,

But no one

Understands our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks

Like knives, like swords,

And also like halberds;

I have my red and plump flowers

Like heavy sighs,

And also like heroic torches.

We share the cold waves, storms, and thunderbolts;

We share the mists, floating hazes, and rainbows.

As if we are always apart,

Yet we are attached to each other for life.

This is great love,

And the loyalty lies here:

Love—

Not only love your towering body,

But also the position you hold firm and the land beneath your feet.