I Am 18 Years Old He Is
When be familiar with Yang Hong, I am 18 years old. He is the boy of a thick lines, black face, cheek of black subsidiary channels in the human body through which vital energy is introduced from the northern and western nationalities or from abroad, grow appearance is not breathtakingly. The first time when seeing him, without what I am special feeling. But after this, what we contact is increasing, every time he always is looking attentively at me silently, what to say however.
Gradually, I begin gutty and ineffable feeling, as if his eye is a deep pool, those who let me one kind drowns is helpless, drop downward all the time, do not want to struggle however. Later, on my take an examination ofing a school of the other place, yang Hong went to Shanghai, often write a letter to me, whats do not say besides the care.