Assignment Book: Live a Brilliant Day, To Hell With It, What Do They Think!

I think college students night cycling to Kaifeng to eat soup-filled buns is magical, humorous, and also high-end, it's basically a large-scale human performance art, it uses an extremely physically exhausting form to do something that adults find extremely boring:

Riding a bike all night just to eat soup-filled buns.

It’s not boring at all, much better than sitting in a classroom listening to nonsense all day. No need to wait until they graduate or get old to think about how to judge it, it is undoubtedly the most meaningful thing of college years.

In this serious era where everything is either not allowed, one night a group of young people rode bicycles, under the night filter, the ugly scenery was hidden along the way, they shouted, sang under the moon, happily went to Kaifeng to eat and drink.

Isn’t this the brightest night of life?

Each age group has its own label waiting for you to claim, for example “they” think these college students are a bunch of idiots, they sit on graves high above, they are that group of high‑level animals, often tattooing the idiot label on themselves, or on their foreheads.

Idiots always think comprehensively, others think twice while they think ninety‑nine times, worrying about safety with crowds, worrying about litter everywhere, worrying about traffic jams, worrying about disorder, even worrying that the bike won’t come back after riding… to hell with it.

A bunch of moron grave‑head media front alliances start mocking, condemning… what instability, what gathering, what disorder… at that moment, they set out, caring about where people go to eat, caring about this and that, who the hell wants you to care, who the hell cares what you think.

No matter what slogans the young cyclists shout or what banners they pull, the “large‑scale magical performance art on the surface” far exceeds everything. Those petty thoughts, malicious intents, those condemnations and mockery, those worries… are just the clown part of this art event.

Not only must you live a brilliant day, you must also live a minute, happy sixty seconds.

What do they think?

To hell with it.