Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子,你怎么扯,怎么拽,总也不够,踢也好,打也好,它总也盖不住我们,从我们哭着降生到我们奄奄一息,它只会盖住你的脸,不管你如何痛苦,不管你如何痛苦,如何叫喊。
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在智能电动汽车时代,汽车不再只是一种交通工具,而是一个移动的生活空间。
The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.