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我写的双语小说《沐于浮华》Bathing In the Limelight他走过一条巷子，闻到炒辣椒的气味扑面而来，听到麻将牌碰撞的声响，像古代占卜中掷出的骨头。一个醉汉在墙角呕吐，月光把那摊秽物照得像银子。他停下脚步，看着那摊东西，忽然明白了：那就是自己——被生活反复咀嚼后吐出的残渣。但在下一秒呼吸间，他把书抱得更紧了。书角硌着他的肋骨，生疼。这疼是真实的，像一根针扎进他麻木了十年的神经。他第一次觉得，疼比麻木好。He walked down an alley, the scent of frying chili peppers assaulting his nostrils, the clatter of mahjong tiles echoing like bones cast in some ancient divination. A drunkard retched in a corner; moonlight rendered the pool of vomit a shimmering silver. He paused, gazing at that mess, and suddenly understood: that was himself—the residue spat out after life had chewed him over and over. Yet in the next breath, he clutched the books tighter. Their corners dug into his ribs, a sharp, real pain. The pain was authentic, a needle piercing nerves numbed by a decade of repetition. For the first time, he felt that pain was preferable to numbness.
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