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“If a child knows what he should know and does not know what he should not, his childhood will be very happy. But when I was a child, I did not know what I should know, and I knew what I should not, hence all kinds of bewilderments continue to follow me today.”

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Book:An Empty Room
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An Empty Room

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Mu Xin
Mu Xin

Mu Xin was a renowned Chinese author born in Suzhou, Jiangsu Province in 1927. His works are known for their unique literary style and profound social insight, which have had a profound impact on modern Chinese literature. more

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