I left school against the advice of my parents and became a worker in a factory. However, I still tried to 1 my studies in literature (文学) at evening classes.
It was a long walk on cold winter nights and it was 2 to put my heart into Shakespeare with wet shoes and trousers. So I started writing 3 at home.
By chance, I won some prizes for literature. One day a woman from a TV 4 came and told me I had won a national poetry prize. I looked at her 5 and disbelieved what she said. They made a short film of me reading one of my poems. Literature became more 6 for me and I didn't want to 7 in the factory. So I told my parents l wanted to get back to 8. They were greatly surprised, of course, also 9. They asked me if l was sure. I told them nothing could 10 me. So, again I came back to class.
