The reason why university interns choose to go to other places is because they yearn for freedom there.

Xiangyang ancient city is such an internship place I chose, and I only have sex with her in my life. Twenty-nine years ago, our Wuhan Metallurgical Medical College went to the First People's Hospital of Xiangfan as an intern. Eighteen students come from Class One, Class Two and Class Three. Xiangyang county hospital also had an internship team of 8 people, and there were 26 people in Xiangfan city.

When we beat gongs and drums to bid farewell to the students who went to other internship teams, the sound of gongs and drums released not joy, but deep emotional tears. I stood in the school bus and watched my familiar classmates leave with tears in my eyes. Wei Yan also came to see me off. When he saw me, he said he was sad. I'm not the only one who feels this way. In order not to let my classmates see my tears, I got out of the car before I could say goodbye to my classmates, holding a big tree behind the car and tears welled up in my eyes. When the car drove away, Liu Faxian leaned against the tree alone. He understood something and helped me back to the dormitory.

On that day, we sent off a group of students who were practicing, crying again and again. We are the last internship team to leave the school. Finally, no one saw us off, so we had to pack our bags and go to the internship site.

Mr. Zhou Yezheng is the first teacher in our Xiangfan practice site. He first took Jiang Xiaoping and me to Xiangfan as an advance team. Xiangfan is 300 kilometers away from Wuhan. At that time, it took six hours by train. We came to Xiangfan in three nights. Teacher Zhou is paid. He invited Xiaoping and I to have a midnight snack and ordered a fish. The fish was cut into pieces and served. Teacher Zhou found that there were not many fish, so she reminded us that the fish must have been stolen by the chef. From then on, I knew that when I ordered fish in a restaurant, I had to cook the whole fish.

Our task of stepping on the spot was completed. Teacher Zhou took us both to Gulong Middle School, Zhuge Liang's former residence. There are few visitors to Gulong in winter, and the warm sunset shines on the ancient archway, as if to put on a golden coat for us.

Mr. Zhou is from Hunan. He graduated from Suzhou Medical College. He was assigned to our school to work in neurology for a short time. He didn't give us a lesson. I only met him during my internship. He never saw him again after the internship. I wonder where he is now.

Is our internship team huge? There are more than twenty people!

At that time, the city was named Xiangfan, taking the word Xiangyang and Fancheng. Now it's called Xiangyang city. There was an ancient saying that Xiangyang was made of iron and Fancheng was made of paper.

It was the Spring Festival of 1988, and the interns from Xiangyang County Hospital also came to the First People's Hospital of Xiangfan City to meet us. The school is also very concerned about our interns. In order to worry about our homesickness, we also prepared new year's goods for each of us. President Hu of the school transported by car to express condolences to interns on behalf of the school. Everyone feels very warm!

Interns can't go home for the New Year. It is our common wish to have a happy Spring Festival abroad. Zhao and I borrowed bicycles and went to the vegetable market to buy new year's goods. We put the live chickens we bought in an empty room in the dormitory. After two days, we found that one was missing. I guess the window broke a piece of glass and flew away. The number of chickens is wrong, and Zhao and I can't wash it when we jump into the Yellow River.

On New Year's Day, we were busy all day. Everyone takes turns cooking. According to the custom in the north, we want all the chickens and fish. Finally, we had a delicious New Year's Eve dinner made by ourselves.

It snows. The snow in Xiangfan is different from that in the north, not as scattered as that in the south. Xiangfan is between the north and the south. The snow in Xiangfan is as long as the rain in the south!

Let's have a snowball fight! The wide moat under Xiangyang city wall is our best battlefield. Xiangyang moat is1.50m wide, which is the widest moat among all ancient cities in China, and is called "Iron Xiangyang", while Fancheng is called "Paper Fancheng" without moat. Before he could say that he had declared war, the two teams that had been divided were in a mess, regardless of each other. The two female students who were hit worst by snowballs were Yongxian and Bingbing. Do all male students bully female students? No, that's an expression of love. At that time, there was no soil for boys and girls to breed love. Snowballs hit the goddess like hydrangeas!

At that time, the school required that the internship team should not be connected in series. Duan Guang, a reporter from Class 86 school newspaper, came to our internship site for an interview. He also wanted to interview the Nanzhang county internship team by the way, so I took a ride with him to Nanzhang, that is, to get some air from other teams.

Sang Xiguang is the captain of Nanzhang internship. He received us warmly and accompanied us to visit a scenic reservoir. He pointed to the distant mountains and told me that those mountains are connected with Shennongjia. Since then, I have been longing for Shennongjia. Sang Xiguang is now an orthopedic expert in Qilu Hospital. A few days ago, the steel bar that sensationalized the whole country ran through the perineum, and he organized rescue for the injured. Can you recognize another classmate standing under the microwave tower? He is Xu Yushun from Hunan!

He is the youngest student in our internship team and a problem child. Both I and I call him "Rao", and accidents often happen. Let's help him make amends.

I once crustily skin of head to plead for him and went to see a surgeon, Dr. Nie (the legendary uncle, he didn't think highly of me, and I still remember his eyes and cold face). In order to spare Guo Ming and me, we have to worry about it! Who told him that he was our brother? Rao is kind-hearted and willing to do anything for his classmates. Later, the three of us became good friends and drank a little wine occasionally. It was already out of line at that time.

When spring comes, everyone wants to travel. Schools and practice hospitals are very uneasy about our trip. After the coordination and communication between the hospital and the school, we were finally allowed to visit Wudang Mountain.

At that time, we skipped tickets to travel to Wudang Mountain. The family of a hospitalized patient is a train driver. He took us to the station. In the afternoon, we arrived at Wudang Mountain and visited the Hanging Temple. I also found the scene in the movie Wudang Sword and gave up my wish. When we climbed to Jinding, the main peak, it was getting dark. The steps of Wudang Mountain were steep and long, and we almost gave up. At this time, we saw an old lady about 70 years old. She was thin and panting, with incense in her hand. She climbs very devoutly. She almost went with us. Her behavior inspired us to climb the summit. The next morning, we finally saw a gorgeous sunrise in Jinding. At the moment when the sun jumped out, our bodies were warm!

March 12 is the National Arbor Day, and we came to Lovers Slope to plant trees with the Youth League Committee of the Academy.

Let Xiaoshu witness our growth in Xiangyang, and people will grow up without trees in the future to witness our youth. Ma Zhiqiang on the left raised his right hand and vowed to take root in Xiangfan. We hold pickaxes in both hands, indicating that we can take root in Xiangyang. Later, only Wei Yan took root in Xiangyang, that is, the middle classmate with a pick in his hand. He really stayed because he did his best.

The second intern teacher is surnamed Zhou, third from the left in the front row. He is a gynecologist and his wife lives in Xiangfan.

At that time, the internship was almost over, and the last photo was taken in front of the newly-built outpatient building. A few years ago, I revisited my old place after we left for 25 years. The whole hospital has taken on a new look. I vaguely remember that only this outpatient building and canteen still exist. At that time, many teachers and doctors who taught us retired, and several of our classmates were becoming the main force of the hospital.

After the internship, the students returned to school, and each of them became close friends with the classmates in the previous class. The internship team is also a life post where people walk and stay for a while. Anyway, we are still partners who have eaten in the same pot.

Twenty-nine years have passed, and I remember brother Wenbo said: Where the Spring Festival is celebrated, your hometown is there. We spent a Spring Festival in Xiangfan, so we will always regard her as our second hometown!

It was a day of youth and depression!

It is both an impulsive day and a contradictory day!

This is both a closed day and an open day!

I will always remember: Xiangyang made of iron.