That was a time when I was a college school student, buildings of my campus had been just completed. And the grass was nearly as tall as human beings, and it was a great home for small animals such as rats, rabbits, hedgehogs and so on. My classmates and I could catch sight of some rats or rabbits leaping out from the grass while clearing the glass at spare time. So we shouted with pleasure and crowded them together, but could only catch some hedgehogs owing to their slow speed. It was very difficult to get a rabbit, because they move too fast. Sometimes we could get snakes, which were usually grasped by some brave male students to scare the female who were afraid and hurried to escape while shouting loudly. And what followed next were usually the laughs and cheers of the male students.



　I am not a brave girl, but much better than my peer group. I am not afraid of snakes, but I hate rats. The moment I see the disgusting rats I feel like as if my skin is swelling up because of horror and the annoying feeling. However, one day, an incident changed my mind.



　At that time, my roommates used to go homes on Sundays. So, I was alone, had no TV and without any entertainments. It seemed as if I was a fish in a vast ocean, what surrounded me was only unbearable loneliness and the feeling of being cast away from the world.



　One Sunday night, I went to bed early, and it was not long I heard some sounds upon my quilt, going from my foot towards my head. I held my breath with horror, tucked my head inside the quilt, my heart was beating loudly and wildly, then there was no sound again. I put my head out of the quilt carefully to see what was happening. And to my surprise what I caught sight of was a big gray rat resting on the pole of my bed and starring me with its eyes squeezing.



　I looked into its eyes, and was afraid too much that I screamed out, and covered my head rapidly with my quilt. And that also threatened the little rat and it run away with hurry. I waited until I calmed down myself, and pulled away my quilt from my head, and saw there was nothing on the pole already. Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness was swelling up from my heart. I recalled what just happened again and again in my mind and, it seemed that a soft affection flowed out of the eyes of the little rat. Maybe he was lonely just as me, and maybe he just wanted to play, but he never supposed to scare me, and the unhappy result was all because that the dislike of him was already firmly rooted in my mind.



　We often accept that what we know first was obviously right. It is very difficult and even impossible to change our concepts, ideas and such kind that we have accepted first, and also, what is impossible to change includes what we love.



　And now it is not an easy thing to see a rat, every time I think of the experience I met, I always miss the little rat that run into my room that day, and miss the affection flowed out from his eyes……



　Well, during those lonely days, the heart was fulfilling with so much loneliness that even a rat seemed friendly to me. The rat was also a creature of the world anyhow, and a creature could always give us a feeling of hope and power.

What's the most terrible thing is　the loneliness of the heart,feeling no people around and not being understood.

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