My name is Xiaochun. I’m twelve years old. I’m an unusual country girl. To say why it is not ordinary, the first reason is that I belong to the class of “senior intellectuals” in this small village where I live. In fact, only the village head, my father and I are literate in the village; the second is that most girls of my age in the village are working hard at weaving and cooking. And my dad didn’t seem to have that intention at all.