| 摘 要： | It was on a dark evening in late autumn of the year of the dragon 1976 when I first arrivedin Beijing. The atmosphere was depressed:Chairman Mao had died shortly before. In thefollowing days I realized that even ordinary Chi-nese were mourning the death of the Greathelmsman to an extent, which went much be-yond, I was used to see in the west. In a way itmade Chinese people feel confronted with avacuum and tor a while quite a few seem tohave lost orientation. But life had to go on, and at the university
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