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1977：文豪从备考北大开始
White Moonlight Gives Cinnabar Mole
Yu Wen, who was working overtime at his workstation to review manuscripts, yawned and accidentally fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that I had traveled back in time to 1977, the eve of the resumption of the college entrance examination. A high school freshman who has no choice but to rely on others. The dream of Peking University and the dream of being a writer, which were once out of reach, seemed to be waving to him. What does it mean to travel back to 1977, on the eve of the resumption of the college entrance examination? "It means endless possibilities." Yu Wen, who has been an editor of literary publications in Beijing for more than ten years, said: "Even Peking University." In 1977, a new star was rising in the literary world that was in desperate need of improvement. From sharp and sharp short stories and hazy poems to all kinds of masterpieces that astound the literary world. Yu Wen, who had reached the pinnacle of the literary world, looked down at where he came from and sighed: "It's very cold at high places."
Yu Wen, who was working overtime at his workstation to review manuscripts, yawned and accidentally fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that I had traveled back in time to 1977, the eve of the resumption of the college entrance examination. A high school freshman who has no choice but to rely on others. The dream of Peking University and the dream of being a writer, which were once out of reach, seemed to be waving to him. What does it mean to travel back to 1977, on the eve of the resumption of the college entrance examination? "It means endless possibilities." Yu Wen, who has been an editor of literary publications in Beijing for more than ten years, said: "Even Peking University." In 1977, a new star was rising in the literary world that was in desperate need of improvement. From sharp and sharp short stories and hazy poems to all kinds of masterpieces that astound the literary world. Yu Wen, who had reached the pinnacle of the literary world, looked down at where he came from and sighed: "It's very cold at high places."