Secondly, it was not a fun for me. I could not laugh unconsciously when our classmates played joke on me. I don’t know his feeling; all I write in this article are from my point of view. We broke up when I went to college, as the most had predicted. The difference was the applicant was not me, as others thought, was him. Even this hit almost blew me down; I still didn’t attribute my sorrow to the humiliation he gave me. I try to describe this tale from an observer’s eyes. That is to say, if an observer analyzes the reason why I am so hurt, he definitely reaches the influence in the term of humiliation as an average sense. Actually I never blamed him, I was hurt by myself. I cried, cried all the night. During two years after our break-up. I even was used to fell asleep with moist eyes similar to girls went to bed with moist masks. My fiercest waul was so impressed in my mind because it made a mid-aged pass-by have no idea what to do, he was scared as if he had done something bad to me. I almost deserted myself in the campus and ruined my college life. I participated in no society, I made no friends, I insulated me from the outside, and no one knew who I was in the institute. It was funny when I told this reason to one of my college-mates some days ago. She laughed and told me that all of my college-mates thought I was so shy because I came from a little mountainous town and couldn’t accustom the lifestyle of big city. This world is full of mistakes. Though I lived in a small town, I am a girl full of self-confidence and have a rich family. The only idea planted in my brain made me want to escape this university at that time was I thought this was our campus, I chose it for him. He deserted me, and I wanted to desert it. It sounds weird now. I should confess that reason was really stupid and absurd. Several days ago I reread my diaries; I found that it was me, an ambitious girl, who chose that university. My parents had paved the way for me, but I was eager to see the outside world and refused their arrangement. This is common trend in the Chinese students---study hard, go outside. I am one of them. This story, my story, in certain sense, was a typical example. It reflects some ideas and phenomenon of that period.