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Back to 1978. ? Lu Chen has completed all the procedures for returning to the city, bought his train ticket, and is ready to return to Yanjing for a big fight. ? Write a novel! Do literature! Catch the first train of reform and opening up! ? No matter how bad it is, he can beat up the self-employed households and kick the supply and marketing cooperatives! ? Result-- ? The principal of the commune knocked on the door in the middle of the night. The only Chinese teacher left, and the fifteen children will take the college entrance examination in two months. Tell me, you can't leave? ? Lu Chen looked at his pocket: Thirty-seven yuan, even if he goes back, he won't be able to survive for two months. ? Stay in the village? ? He took out manuscript paper and pen - an idea struck him! ? If I can't be a business tycoon, why can't I still write articles? ?...... Soon! Yu Hua's line drawings, Lu Yao's thickness, Mo Yan's magic-all were brought into the literary world in 1978 by him ten years in advance! The editor of "People's Literature" sent a telegram overnight: The author will come to Beijing for an interview soon! Many years later, Lu Chen stood on the podium of the National Literary Congress. He said: \

That's what Franklin Roosevelt did when he sat by the fireside of the White House and taught his young successors a final lesson in the "American spirit." He first pointed to an old book in the shadow of the bookshelf and whispered: "Cooper is the cornerstone of American literature. He made us remember the bloody bravery of pioneering." Then, he lit a match, lit the cigar on his fingertips, and revealed a sly smile in the rising smoke: "Mark Twain is the humor and freedom flowing in our veins. Suddenly, he turned the wheelchair violently and pulled open the heavy curtains. The midday sun poured into the Oval Office like molten gold, blinding everyone. He shouted: "Hemingway and Fitzgerald, they are the scorching sun at noon, illuminating the lost generation! " After a long silence, a young staff member asked tremblingly: "Oh, but Mr. President, what about the air? I mean, what about that omnipresent sky that embraces sunlight, tobacco, and books? " "I thought, this doesn't even need to be said, does it? "Roosevelt opened the window and looked at the Statue of Liberty standing in the distance, with enthusiastic and awe-inspiring eyes: "Look! That legislator of modern civilization! The man who knitted the American dream with his own hands! " "Listen, whether it's on the spiritual high ground or on the ground, it's him who defines this country! " "The one who cannot be looked at directly - the great and the immortal - Mr. Luan Sterling! "