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我写的双语小说《沐于浮华》Bathing In the Limelight王格斯站在舞台边缘，聚光灯像一把烧红的刀，将他钉在原地。他低头看着自己的手——这双曾经握过锄头、抓过泥土、在寒冬里冻裂过的手，如今戴着金戒指，握着木金权杖，却什么也抓不住。他忽然意识到，这双手已经很久没有触碰过任何真实的东西了。它们触碰过合同，触碰过支票，触碰过那些光滑的、冰冷的、没有温度的东西，却再也没有触碰过另一个人的手。Gus Wang stood at the edge of the stage, the spotlight pinning him in place like a blade of molten steel. He looked down at his hands—these hands that had once gripped a hoe, clawed at the earth, split open from the cold of winter. Now they wore gold rings and held a scepter of wood and gold, but they grasped nothing. He realized, with a clarity that cut deeper than any knife, that these hands had not touched anything real in a very long time. They had touched contracts. They had touched checks. They had touched smooth, cold, lifeless things. But they had not touched another human hand.
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