My name is Lingye, and I was born in the height of summer. My mother often said that when she was pregnant with me, the fetus moved violently, but as long as it rained and listened to the sound of rain falling on the sycamore trees, I would become extremely quiet. So my father named me Lingye.
I have a secret, buried deep in my heart and blooming secretly. Like wild grass, it grows again when the spring breeze blows. It started when Daukou was 14 years old. That feeling always lingers in my heart and cannot be forgotten.
——Excerpted from Ling Ye's Diary