At the age of 16, I attended middle school in a very run-down town in the highlands. Carrying ten pounds of sweet potatoes and a bag of noodles, I lived in a ten-person dormitory where I could cook. On the night before winter came, in a room without a stove to warm it, there was already a cruel cold dripping into ice. Late at night after the evening self-study, I often do not take off my clothes and then crawl into the quilt to read, in order to resist the invasion of the cold night. I can bear the hardships of the conditions, I cherish every minute and every second of study time, after achieving the first grade in the final exam, I take a bus back to my home in the pastoral area. I rushed into the felt room, a piece of black and dirty. Father staggered over and sighed, his waist had been injured by a steel plate that had fallen from a height on a construction site the previous spring, and now the wound was getting worse. My mother shed tears in another room, and in order to treat my brother's illness, the family's cattle and sheep had sold out to few, but my brother's condition had not improved at all! That Spring Festival was the first time in 16 years that I understood what "despair" was. Near the beginning of the school year, I decided to go to school anyway, hoping to reduce the tuition fee with the first place result. Xu is the school leaders are also shocked and helpless about the situation I face, Xu is that they really don't want to see a girl with such excellent grades forced to drop out of school like this, they gave me a tuition waiver. Soon, I received a letter from a girl named Du Xiaoti.
She has the same name as me. The letter said that she had seen my name on a roster of friends who helped teenagers in remote mountainous areas, and that the girl with the same surname as her had such good grades that she felt inferior. She wants to be friends with me and will send me a small portion of her pocket money on schedule... Her letter was written gently and sincerely, carefully caring for my self-esteem, and begging me with a naughty tone to accept her wishes. A few days later, when I sent her a reply, I received her first remittance slip, 200 yuan, which was enough to support me for half a semester. With that money bill, on the thick snow that was still white and shiny on the Playground in March, I ran and ran desperately to keep the tears from falling. Du Xiaoti is far away in Qingdao, the city with the sea, extending the world I imagined. Du Xiaoti described her life for me, her writing ideals, her complaints about studying day after day... We have a sharp mind, and I am always waiting to send a letter, and receiving a letter from her relieves me of the heavy study pressure. Du Xiaoti became the person I was most concerned about outside of my studies. I received ten remittance slips from her, and these ten remittance slips smoothly helped me through the most difficult and difficult three years of my life. When I volunteered for the college entrance examination, I filled in the Ocean University of China in Qingdao. At the moment of receiving the acceptance letter, my heart suddenly had a colick, and when I slowly squatted on the ground, my mind suddenly flashed to Du Xiaoti in another city, what was she doing? Before passing out, Du Xiaoti flashed in my heart over and over again. I have a mild heart attack and haven't had a seizure for many years. Ten days later, I recovered, and I arrived ahead of schedule in Du Xiaoti's city with a simple bag. I excitedly pressed the address that Du Xiaoti had sent countless times, found the street that had been flying in my mind for many years, and I even excitedly shouted to the house marked with the no. 405 door number: "Du Xiaoti, I am here!" When Du Xiaoti's mother opened the door, I couldn't believe it and took a few steps backwards! In the middle of the living room, the Du Xiaoti who had a similar face to me was smiling at me in a black picture frame! Her mother said that one morning two weeks ago, Du Xiaoti suddenly had a heart attack on the way to school and died. That was the time I was in the hospital in a state of extreme heartache. Is there really a so-called spirit in this world? This girl who had helped me for three years, the same girl who looked like me and had congenital heart failure, we hadn't met once, but in the letters, we had carried the cone's longing to the city, but she was gone. Later, one day, when I saw Veronica's Double Life, one in the film lived in Poland and the other in France, just like Me and Du Xiaoti. There seems to be a line in the darkness, invisible, but we can feel the existence of another self from time to time. Now, I prefer to believe that Du Xiaoti took away the part of the pain that originally belonged to me, and I prefer another translation of the film's name, Two Flowers. After four years, I chose to stay in the city. When I received my first salary, I sponsored the poor children of remote mountain families to maintain their education, which I think is also Du Xiaoti's wish.