support op, 6/4/1989 I was a junior high in "sunday english class", I saw the fire (people were blocking the army by burning tires), I saw the military trucks passing by just outside our campus, I heard the bullets cracking, one of my classmates was killed. then people started fleeing from TAM, their bikes covered with blood. we were there just days b/f, several times.....

the next day, half of the class was empty, only  people lived in campus came to class........ everybody was talking about how brave DSS was because he would not let the army come in to the PKU campus....

a lot of people's fates changed///

when we were young, I guess we were all ambitious, trying to change the world, we did something impulsive, then we had to face the consequence, then maybe we regret, maybe we don;t...

I remember reading this poet titled "summer" when I was 14, still remember part of it "everything green, gentle, impulsive turning into clam. tough and mature, but there was no regret, no tear, left behind was a hot path called summer" this was probably for the 60's culture revolution generation, but it can well describe everyone........