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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟感觉自己就像一个在原始丛林中艰难前行的行人——那片丛林极为茂密且古老，空气里都弥漫着腐朽的气息。他的脚下是腐烂树叶构成的柔软而令人作呕的碎屑；周围则布满了各种他看不见的陷阱，那些铁制的陷阱就隐藏在泥土之下，随时准备发动攻击。唯一的光源——那微弱而摇曳的光亮——就是他手中颤抖着的火把。那火把无法照亮通往安全的道路，反而向黑暗中的所有捕食者发出信号：我在这里。Chen Wei felt like a man staggering through a primeval jungle — a jungle so thick and ancient that the very air tasted of rot. Beneath his soles, the soft, morbid pulp of decaying leaves; all around him, traps he could not see, their iron jaws hidden beneath the loam, waiting. And the only light — the only pitiful, flickering light — was a torch clutched in his own trembling hand, a torch that did not illuminate the path to safety, but rather screamed to every predator in the darkness: Here I am.
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