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My country and my people

This book is a compilation of essays that delve into the author's observations and reflections on their native country and its inhabitants, offering insights into the cultural, social, and historical aspects of the nation. more

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Lin Yutang
Lin Yutang

Lin Yutang, born on October 10, 1895, in Yongding District, Longyan City, Fujian Province, and died on March 26, 1976. He was a renowned Chinese modern writer, translator, and scholar, known as a 'cultural giant'. Lin Yutang's literary works are characterized by their humor, wit, and elegant language, with representative works including 'Chinatown Days' and 'Laughing and Crying'. more

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