The story about China's first female poet recorded in history.
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I hope so much that I never pass through this thin screen window in the future. In this way, I won't hear that moan that can destroy everything!
There were bursts of panting, one after another, as if they were dripping with sweat; a man was roaring; and the sister, calling out pitifully, ground her teeth like shells; her green fingers traced the straw couch.
I even heard every word and every syllable in her mouth.
Sister Di, with her voice that sounded like broken glass, she was grinding out a person's name, a name that I was no longer familiar with.
"Zi Chi——"
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This is where the story begins.
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