"I am originally from Yinshan City, Cao Bang Province. His father was a minor official in the city government of Yinshan. Be loyal and responsible. The mother is a housewife. I have a brother who is three years younger than me. Father's love and mother's kindness. Life is peaceful. Fathers never favor sons over daughters. We are treated equally. At that time, the family depended on his father's salary for his livelihood. The family background is average. But even so. My father insisted that my brother and I be sent to school. He said that both boys and girls should learn something. Reading makes people reasonable. It's an eye-opener. Learn to behave in the world. But then the family's life will be strained. But my parents tried to persevere. So I was very happy at that time. Innocent. Carefree.

I know that it is very difficult for our parents to raise us for us to study. So I've been working hard. The academic performance is also very good. At that time, the best reward that can be given to them is to achieve excellent results. Later. I was admitted to the Department of History of Lao University. At that time, my parents were holding my acceptance letter. The family wept with joy. At that time in Silver Mountain. Very few girls go on to university. Not to mention a foreign university. Although it is only a second-rate university in the world. But at that time, it still caused quite a stir in my hometown. I'm also complacent. I feel like I've added a touch of glory to my parents' faces. So that I can study abroad. My father borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends. I was also enrolled in Lao Guo University as scheduled.

In college. I worked harder. I want to work hard to make myself stronger. Be an excellent woman. When you graduate, you can find a satisfying job. Give back to your parents. For my younger brother to read. Improve my family situation.

At that time, I had a quiet personality. Not good at dealing with people. Pick up and drop off school on time every day. Either in the classroom or in the dorm room or library. Life is simple and happy. I am very satisfied.

The summer vacation of my freshman year. The school holds a graduation ceremony for its graduates. Tell every department and every grade to put out some programs. The department also responded. As one of the few female students in the department. Naturally, I was selected to join the performance team. We choreographed a couple of shows. One of them was my poetry recitation. I chose one of Tagore's "Born Like Summer Flowers."

Said at this time.*** smiled miserably. The crystal tears in the corners of his eyes finally surged down. She wept and complained. A hundred chirps and a thousand voices. Like a cave flute in the throat: "I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart / Harvest the empty soul with a lonely sickle / Keep repeating the decision, and repeating the happiness..."

Wang Danni's heart fluctuated when she listened. Unconsciously followed: "There will be an oasis swaying in the desert, I believe that I am \ born like a bright summer flower \ unwithered and undefeated, demon rule like fire \ bear the load of heartbeat and the burden of breathing \ never tired of this \ I hear music, from the moonlight and tongti \ auxiliary extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty \ life is full of fierceness, and full of innocence \ there are always memories throughout the world \ I believe that when I die like a quiet autumn sunset leaf \ not blooming or chaotic, the posture is like smoke \ even if it withers, it retains the pride of plumping muscles and clear bones \ Xuanzhi and Xuan\ I hear love, I believe that love \ love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae \ like a bleak wind \ through my blood-losing veins \ the belief of the years \ I believe that everything can be heard \ even foreseen separation, meet another self \ and some moments can not be grasped \ let go of the east and west, the passing will not return, please look at my head hairpin, all the way to bloom \ frequently miss some, and deep in the wind, frost, rain and snow \ Prajnaparami, one by one \ born like summer flowers, dead like autumn leaves \ still care about what you have...”

A poem is chanted. The two looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly I feel a sense of sympathy.*** I feel that I have met a soulmate. Her face is still sad. And then he said, "That night. I was in front of tens of thousands of classmates in the audience. The poem was recited. It also expresses my state of mind at that time. It was just two days after the graduation ceremony at noon. When I returned to my dorm from the library. A boy walked up to me. He wears a school uniform. A big smile on his face. Eyes clear. Like the water of the Red River. The whole body is full of vitality. Very handsome and sunny. He looked at me generously. Smile at me. I was embarrassed to keep my head down. Trying to get around him. He asked me softly. Are you called ***.I bowed my head shyly. But he was blunt. I like you. I want to pursue you. My face turned red like a burning cloud. It's hot. I glared at him. Just run away at a brisk pace. He didn't chase him. Look at me from afar. When I entered the dormitory. He was still looking this way.

At that time, I wanted to study hard. So never been in love. I don't know what it's like to be in love. School is already out for the holidays. I'm trying to save money on the road. Just keep the school. In addition to doing odd jobs at the shop next to the school. Earn some living expenses. The rest of the time is either in the library or in the dorm. Life is very regular. Since that time I saw him. I see him every day on my way back to my bedroom. He always came to me to say a few words. I ran away with a blushing face every time. Later he saw that I did not answer his words. He didn't say anything either. Instead, they handed me a letter each time. He wrote everything he wanted to say in the letter. Leave it to me. I learned his name from his heart. He is a junior in the Department of Literature. He told me. He saw me at the graduation ceremony. Listen to the poems I recited. Just like me. Want to pursue me. Oh, my God. How could he say such a thing. Shame on you. I always pretend to ignore him. When passing by him every day. After he stuffed it into me. I'll just run away. Actually, I know. At that moment, my heart was filled with joy, shyness, and anticipation. That's it. One day. Two days. Half a month. One month. Every day. I'm starting to get used to it. I knew there must be someone waiting for me along the way. He seems to have endless words. And those words always make my heart pound. Mess.

Until one day. I went back to the dormitory the way I came. Suddenly it started to rain heavily. Wait for me to run to the place where I meet him every day. I saw him still standing straight in the rain. Look in the direction I'm coming. Wet all over in the rain. Wait until I pass by him. He came from under his clothes. I took out a letter that wasn't wet in the rain. Shoved into my hand as usual. The smile on his face is still the same as always. He told me to run. Don't get wet in the rain. I listened to him. He ran back to his bedroom with the unwet letter. At the corner of the staircase. I caught a glimpse of him still standing in the rain. Look at me from afar. Motionless. Let the rain pour down. Poured into him. At that moment. My heart moved. I feel incredibly warm."

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