Like the legendary thorn bird, Sanmao's life turned the world of life into a blade, which was tempered by wind and frost, and pierced into the chest over and over again. What seemed to flow out like blood was the gurgling and endless narrative and warmth in her writing, a warmth that was completely different from the tone of her life. Perhaps it is because she has experienced too much destruction that she understands that hope is not easy and survival is not easy.
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