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Monsieur Chen Yang, un présentateur connu, a été viré à cause de l'oppression du Gouvernement.
De parler pour les peuples est l'avis de M. Chen. Mais ce n'est pas une bonne idée à propos du Gouvernement qui accentue l'harmonie irréelle et qui réprime des discours libres.
C'est tragique dans une société qui est toujours parlée d'être à les peuples mais ce n'est pas rare dans une sans démocratie.
M. Chen, bonne chance bien que vous ne puissez lire ce passage.

One Saturday afternoon, when I was at elementary school, as pupils did not have classes then, we just ran wild on the street where our school was located.
  Right opposite to our school gate was a wooden door which could not appear to be more common. But we never saw anyone come in or go out of that door, as it was always closed and we noticed that the door led to no house at all, and seemingly it was standing all alone.
  Then, no one had the idea about who did the bravest thing that afternoon to open the door, which proved to be quite a mysterious one.
  We kids, standing right in front of the opened door, were amazed to see a staircase connecting it to an obscure bottom downward. All of us were so curious about what would lie there underground.
  When we were wondering, some other kids came with torches and candles and they lit them calmly and each one hold one in their hands. We set off to explore this enigmatic cave!
  As we descended along the staircase, the summer heat outside was prevented. Droplets fell from above our heads, and short sleeved T-shirts were far from enough for the coolness all around. We started to trembled a little, not only for the chillness but also for the world totally unknown.
  Soon we landed and saw a long passage before us in the wavy candle light. We touched the walls, which were roughly cemented and we found the floor muddy and wet, but no signs or frescos we imagined. Along the passage, there were several turnings as made us believe that this was really a labyrinth. As we proceeded, those with torch and candle chose different turnings. Having nothing in hand, I just followed my schoolmate who I knew little about.
  A group of us walked on in the dim light of the candle, we saw nothing more than passages, and heard nothing more than our footsteps on the muddy ground and water dripping from the ceiling.
  All of a sudden, some naughty boy cried out ghost. Though all of us knew it was merely a trick, yet it provided us a reason to leave the place.
  With almost all our clothes and shoes soaked, we only felt the way out since the candle holder gathered imaginable energy to run faster than ever. The frequency of our feet accelerated till we saw the exit, which was exactly the entrance, and became relieved.
  Later, teachers came and searched for anyone who was supposed to be left in the cave. When we attended school the following Monday, those who went for this adventure were punished. Me? I escaped. Perhaps no one recognised me, for I was famous for my cowardice when I was a kid.
  Afterwards, we got to know that it was an air raid shelter built in the 1960s or 1970s. The network actually covered most of the area to the south of the Pearl River on the city. As time goes by, such a huge shelter is gradually forgotten by people and destructed with reconstruction of the city. Air raid shelters nowadays are actually underground shopping malls. As a result I always doubt if they could shelter us from real air raids.
  I attended this adventure over 15 years ago. But I still remember the incomparable tranquillity I found in the shelter. I would go back to it if I could.