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双语随笔（三）然而，元旦时的那股热劲，终究会被庸常日子磨平。宏大的誓言渐渐变软，最后还是落回了习惯的老路。这倒不算悲剧，不过是人类生活里一场无声的滑稽戏。我们这种生物，总得靠着“重新开始”的错觉，才背得动过往的行囊。真正的意义不在于那虚构的脱胎换骨，而在于这错觉带来的片刻孤勇——让你猛地抬头，朝别处的天际匆匆一瞥。随后，你转过身，叹一口气，那叹息里不全是失望；你回到原地，继续侍弄脚下那片早已踏熟的土地。Yet the fervor of a fresh start inevitably dulls into the grain of ordinary days. Grand resolutions soften, then settle back into the deep grooves of habit. This is no tragedy, merely the quiet comedy of being human. We are creatures who need the illusion of a new beginning to carry the weight of the past. The value lies not in some fictitious metamorphosis, but in the fleeting spark of courage it ignites—that brief glance toward a different horizon. Then, with a sigh that is not quite disappointment, we turn back to the patient, familiar labor of tending the ground beneath our feet.（完）
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