In a morning of spring,  sunlight gently welled in through the window of classroom, giving the warm glow and fresh air,  the classroom became full of vitality.  Through the top of window , a spire of a distant tower is dimly visible, that is the symbol of this top university in China.  I stood on the podium  in my best suit,  faced to those youth who are among the best students of China.  They were just like the morning sun which was so shining. 

They sit randomly scattering over the classroom.   A beautiful young girl at front row caused my attention.  Her tender and dexterous hands were flying on the keyboard of her laptop.   I stared at her hands with a suddenly absent minded.  What I saw was another hand.   A hand that I can never forget  and belongs to another same beautiful girl but seemed living in another world.  She worked in a room where there is never a sun shining, and faced a totally  different life.

to be continued ....