Repost: A girl from the Mainland who went to Hong Kong University to study: Hong Kong can no longer accommodate a desk

I am from Mainland China and grew up in Beijing. I didn't perform well in the college entrance examination, and failed to go to Chengmeng School. Now I am studying at the University of Hong Kong.

First of all, I am not whitewashing, I want to say: Leaving aside the students, as far as the school itself is concerned, the University of Hong Kong is not a bad school. The school’s hardware facilities are excellent, and most of the professors are calm and academically competent: this can also be seen from the academic rankings of HKU. It's just that the professors give lectures enthusiastically and arrange Q&As enthusiastically. What kind of students are they facing? In my freshman year, I had several courses in the big lecture hall, such as microeconomics: my favorite, the very humorous old professor (now the acting vice president of HKU) gave lectures diligently on the stage, starting from the middle row, and listening It's all local (Hong Kong local students) chatting loudly. This is the case in every class, and most of the other courses. Later, in order to hear the professor's voice clearly, I sat in the first two rows of each class to escape those unscrupulous conversations. Of course, I know some friendly and serious local friends, we share the same views and get along happily; but some local students who have no respect for professors, classmates, and knowledge are very rare in the learning environment I know in the Mainland , they shocked me. Every time I meet fascinating, enthusiastic professors, it is especially hard to think of them playing the piano to the cow with a rich understanding of the world. At this time, I can only remind myself that there are still some smart and studious mainland students, local and international students in HKU, and they can respond to knowledge and kindness, so I can feel a little relieved.

I was not in Hong Kong this summer, and I have never seen this vigorous "movement" start. When I come back at the end of August, I can only see their rage, fanaticism and loss of reason. I just lamented with my friend: Up to now, there is no room for a desk in Hong Kong. One month into school, we go to school every day, and when we enter the campus from Exit A of Hong Kong University MTR Station, we can see dazzling slogans. Is it hard to imagine? Every day when we go to school, we can see a lot of curses against the "dead family" born in the mainland. "Go back to China" and "dogs" are countless. The slogans sprayed on the wall were cleaned with great difficulty by the school’s cleaning lady in the first half of the night, and they sprayed them on again in the second half of the night. They frantically tore up the posters posted by all the mainland students, tore them up and stepped on them, but sent an email to the whole school declaring that tearing up the hate speech they posted was a "criminal crime"-I respect the regulations of the student union, and the Democracy Wall can The stickers cannot be torn off, but conniving to one's own people and persecuting and threatening opponents, isn't this the "double standard" they oppose? Someone was handing out masks on campus today. I didn’t take them when I passed by. One of them grabbed my arm and asked me where I stood. What, the idea of "freedom" they espouse doesn't apply here? What strikes me the most is that they claim to be at odds with the MTR, but take action without paying. Take the subway as usual, and when you get to the card-swiping gate—they trip. Do people who want to establish a society ruled by law have to consciously steal? Under the high-sounding excuse, is there a group of hooligans hiding?

Is it hard to imagine? In some special moments, even going to the library becomes a dangerous thing. For me, being able to spend a safe and peaceful weekend in the library is enough happiness. I live in Kennedy Town, ten minutes walk from the school. Over the past month, I have received constant concern from my parents, friends, and high school teachers. "Don't go out tomorrow", "Be careful" and so on, there will be a round every few days. The coffee shop I frequented was smashed because of political differences; the library closed early; the quiet self-study area could hear the roar of Zhongshan Square downstairs; during that ten-minute journey, you might be targeted because you spoke a sentence of Mandarin. possible. My good friend even dared not let others see the WeChat chat interface on the subway, because he was afraid that his identity in the mainland would be found out. On the eleventh day, we hid at home to watch the military parade, happy and proud in our hearts, but in the afternoon, we seemed to be living in a magical world. I didn't dare to go to school. I just studied for an hour in the cafe downstairs at home, and the clerk told me that they are coming and the door is about to be locked. Go home quickly and be careful. In the news, the subway station was set on fire, and the glass of the store was smashed. As an outsider, I was shocked to see it. Those who claim to love Hong Kong, do they express their love by destroying it? After fanaticism, is it enough to pay for these crimes in a lifetime?

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Those who chatted unscrupulously in the classroom have now become people who beat, smashed, looted and burned on the street. Their pretended greatness moved them, and they were as unscrupulous as ever, still annoying others. The first step in finding freedom is to respect the freedom of others. While asking others where their conscience is, touch your own heart, is it lost?

I regret not staying in the mainland to study, but I have no right to complain about my choice. I only hope that Hong Kong can finally accommodate a desk and leave a moment of silence so that we can still have our own lives.

I beg.

A mainland student at the University of Hong Kong

Editor's note: Hong Kong is really a magical place. In the eyes of some Hong Kong college students, there are three strikes and three strikes. A strike means not letting others go to work, a strike means not letting people go to class, and a market strike means not letting others go shopping.