“I was leaving the old house farther and farther behind, while the hills and rivers of my old home were also receding gradually ever farther in the distance. B ut I felt no regret. I only felt that all round me was an invisible high wall, cutting me off from my fellows, and this depressed me thoroughly. The vision of that small hero with the silver necklet among the watermelons had formerly been as clear as day, but now it suddenly blurred, adding to my depression.”