开篇第一｜Chapter One
*An English translation is available at the end of this post.
5月6号到5月20号，我病了一场。很严重的过敏，进了急诊，入了院。我在医院百无聊赖地待了5天，因为很急，什么东西也没带，成日躺在床上看着皮肤脱皮、过敏，然后上药，等着下一顿餐食。我后来开始吃激素，很兴奋，脑袋里一刻也停不下来。
人生真是无常啊。
我上一次住院还是2017年，当时为了带牙套，需要拔智齿。门诊拔不下来，只好住院全麻拔智齿。
那时我研究生二年级。我一个人住院，期间我可爱的同学过来看“气鼓鼓”的我。
这一次，没有人来看我。好像知道我住院的人都不在奥马哈。
所以没有人来看我。
我一直觉得我在广州读研究生的三年是我在国内过得最好的三年。
2016年-2019年，一切都像是上辈子的事。
这个专栏从我建这个网站就开放了，回忆一下遥远的东方记忆，按照这个网站的属性，我应该从2011年，我读大一开始写。
2011年夏天，我高中毕业，考了全四川文科前千分之二；文科并不好选专业；权衡利弊下，我选了门手艺——中医，后来进学校了，有老师说这是门艺术。无论怎样，根据我查询到的资料，学了这个，至少在全世界范围内饿不死——我三月份去洛杉矶拜访沈晓雄教授，他也这么说。
2011年9月，我去学校报道。
我的学校是所谓的“老四校”，即新中国最早的一批中医学校：北京、上海、广州和成都。我在成都。学校也一直以“老四校”自居，但论科研和经济水平，它并不在前四；论知名度，绝大多数人只知道北京和上海两座城市，知道广州的都极少，我一般会告诉他们靠近香港，他们大概能理解。
嗯，然后改写什么呢？写我大一的课程吗？学了哪些课？还有那个传统保健。那下期见吧。
From May 6 to May 20, I got sick.
It was a severe allergic reaction. I went to the emergency room and was admitted to the hospital.
I spent five long, boring days there. Everything happened so suddenly that I hadn't brought anything with me. Every day I lay in bed, watching my skin peel and the allergic rash slowly change, applying medication, and waiting for the next meal.
Later, I was put on steroids. They made me feel strangely energetic. My mind never stopped for a single moment.
Life is truly unpredictable.
The last time I was hospitalized was in 2017. I needed braces, which meant my wisdom teeth had to be removed. They couldn't be extracted in the outpatient clinic, so I was admitted for surgery under general anesthesia.
At that time, I was in the second year of my master's program. I stayed in the hospital by myself, and my lovely classmates came to visit me—and my swollen, puffy face.
This time, no one came.
It seemed that everyone who knew I was in the hospital was somewhere other than Omaha.
So no one came.
I've always felt that the three years I spent in Guangzhou for graduate school were the best years of my life in China.
2016 to 2019 now feels like a past life.
This section has been here ever since I created this website. I'd like to use it to look back on memories from the distant East. Given the theme of this website, I suppose I should start in 2011, when I began my first year of university.
In the summer of 2011, I graduated from high school. I ranked in the top 0.2% of liberal arts students in Sichuan Province. Liberal arts students don't have many choices when it comes to majors. After weighing the pros and cons, I chose to learn a practical skill—Traditional Chinese Medicine. Later, after I entered university, one of my professors said that it was an art.
Whatever it is, based on the information I found at the time, studying it meant that, at the very least, I could make a living anywhere in the world——I visited Professor Xiaoxiong Shen in Los Angeles this March, and he said the same thing.
In September 2011, I arrived on campus.
My university was one of the so-called "Old Four" schools—the first group of Traditional Chinese Medicine universities established in the People's Republic of China: Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Chengdu. Mine was in Chengdu.
The university has always been proud of being one of the "Old Four." But in terms of research output and financial resources, it is no longer among the top four. As for name recognition, most people only know Beijing and Shanghai. Very few have heard of Guangzhou. I usually tell them it's near Hong Kong, and then they more or less understand.
So... what should I write about next?
Maybe my freshman-year classes. What courses I took. Or perhaps the Traditional Health Preservation course.
See you in the next chapter.
