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One night during World War II, Somerset Maugham and Virginia Woolf were strolling through the streets of London together when an air raid siren sounded. Soon, the anti-aircraft guns shot at the enemy aircraft from all angles, and the sky seemed to be illuminated by fireworks, terrifying and spectacular. Somerset Maugham was busy shouting for cover, and when he looked back, he saw Woolf was standing in the middle of the street, arms outstretched towards the sky.
In 1941, Zhu Guangqian was the director of the foreign language department of Wuhan University during the war, and once invited several students to his house for tea. The student saw that his yard was full of fallen leaves, so he wanted to help him sweep it. He quickly stopped him and said, "I waited for a long time to save so many layers of fallen leaves. When I was reading in the study at night, I could hear the rain falling and the wind rolling up the leaves. The voice. This memory is more vivid and profound than how many books I read in the realm of autumn."

Wang Zengqi couldn't find a job in Shanghai and was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide. Shen Congwen scolded him: "You have a pen, what are you afraid of!" Shen himself often wrote at night, when he fainted, he was buried in a pool of nosebleeds, only to be discovered the next day, and there were often bloodstains on the manuscript. Wang Zengqi said: "He really used a pen to create a world. It is a miracle that a person who only read elementary school has become a great writer, and has accumulated so much knowledge.

One night during World War II, Somerset Maugham and Virginia Woolf were strolling through the streets of London together when an air raid siren sounded. Soon, the anti-aircraft guns shot at the enemy aircraft from all angles, and the sky seemed to be illuminated by fireworks, terrifying and spectacular. Somerset Maugham was busy shouting for cover, and when he looked back, he saw Woolf was standing in the middle of the street, arms outstretched towards the sky.
In 1941, Zhu Guangqian was the director of the foreign language department of Wuhan University during the war, and once invited several students to his house for tea. The student saw that his yard was full of fallen leaves, so he wanted to help him sweep it. He quickly stopped him and said, "I waited for a long time to save so many layers of fallen leaves. When I was reading in the study at night, I could hear the rain falling and the wind rolling up the leaves. The voice. This memory is more vivid and profound than how many books I read in the realm of autumn."

Wang Zengqi couldn't find a job in Shanghai and was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide. Shen Congwen scolded him: "You have a pen, what are you afraid of!" Shen himself often wrote at night, when he fainted, he was buried in a pool of nosebleeds, only to be discovered the next day, and there were often bloodstains on the manuscript. Wang Zengqi said: "He really used a pen to create a world. It is a miracle that a person who only read elementary school has become a great writer, and has accumulated so much knowledge.
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