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At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,This was Beijing in early spring of 1958. Although the Spring Festival had just passed, it was still very cold.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。

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