After making perennial efforts to measure my exact height, I reached the inescap-able conclusion that I was permanently handicapped. Back in those days, I was a cal-low young chap vastly capable of daring and foolhardiness, and determined to wrestle with this prejudice against men's lack of height. So by hook or by crook, I married a girl who was 1.74 meters in height. Such an astonishing tour de force thus achieved greatly bolstered the morale and esteem of those of us who were "handicapped".
But only after the girl was enticed into matrimony did I begin to feel my self-in-flicted anguish. This over-reaction of mine not only failed to put an end to my "perma-nent handicap"，but also gave me lifetime regret. I was deprived of the earthy pleasure of walling with my wife in the street with my strong art around her delicate neck.
To begin with, she is the incarnation of the legendary king of ancient Sichuan named Wang Di.She has come to be known sometimes as a beauty with misfortune and sometimes as a patriot concerned over the fate of the nation. Her call is full of longings for home; she loiters about the mountains crying and spitting up blood.She is pathetic， sad, pure and sincere…She is in the eyes of all a symbol of love, which seems to have become a national feeling. And this feeling has gone beyond the national boundary to affect most of the eastern countries. Nevertheless, all that is a typical instance of un- deserved reputation