(...)When I met Xiao Hong, it was the beginning of springtime, and it was still cold there in Shaanxi, as I had spent a long time with the troops, I was used to live in hard conditions, so when I saw her, with her pale face, her lips firmly closed, her quick movements and heard the sound of her smile, I felt rather strange but all of that printed in me a lot of reminiscences, specially her very natural and absolutely unafected way of talking(...)
Extract from "Windy and Rainy Remenberings of Xiao Hong by Ding Ling.

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