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我写的双语小说《沐于浮华》Bathing In the Limelight同宿舍的老张是个老油条，来深圳五年了，换了十几个厂，每一根头发丝里都藏着工厂的灰。他看王狗剩总是发呆，便拍拍他的肩膀，那手掌厚得像一块砧板，拍上去闷响："阿弟，别闷闷不乐了。在这里，你就是块电池——电用完了，就被扔掉，都懒得回收。赶紧攒钱，回家盖房子，娶老婆，这才是正经事。别学那些诗人，诗写得好有什么用？诗能当饭吃？能当老婆搂？"Old Zhang, who shared the dorm with him, was a sly old fox of the factory floors. He'd been in Shenzhen for five years, bounced through a dozen different plants, with factory dust ground into every last strand of his hair. Seeing Doggy Wang always staring off into space, he thumped him on the shoulder—his palm thick as a chopping block, landing with a dull, heavy smack. "Little brother, stop moping. Out here, you're just a battery—once you're drained, you get tossed, not even worth recycling. Hurry up and save your dough, go back home, build a house, find yourself a wife—that's the real deal. Don't go chasing after those poets. What's the use of writing good poems? Can poems fill your belly? Can you hold a poem in your arms like a wife?"
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