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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他感到一种荒谬的刺痛：那些他用算法编织的精密网络，竟不如这颗愚蠢小球的一跳来得真实。他想伸手去抓住什么，却只握住了空气——空气中弥漫着廉价香烟和汗水的味道，提醒着他，自己早已从云端跌落至此。每一次小球停下，都像是一记重锤，砸在他胸口：他选择用这种方式来赎罪，还是逃避？他不知道。他只是盯着那旋转的轨迹，仿佛在看自己人生的缩影——从高处坠落，终归于尘土。He felt a piercing absurdity: the intricate webs he had woven with algorithms were no more real than a single bounce of that foolish little ball. He reached out to grab hold of something, but caught only air — air thick with the stench of cheap cigarettes and sweat, reminding him that he had already fallen from the clouds to this grimy floor. Each time the ball came to a stop, it hit his chest like a sledgehammer: was he choosing this path to atone for his sins, or to run away from them? He didn't know. He just kept staring at its spinning arc, as if watching his own life in miniature — plunging from a great height, finally settling into dust.
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