“A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind. With neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish. For yet another summer. Yet another winter.”
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我最先出现的想法竟然是我要研究原子弹、我能读完很多书、我要把 Python 写得很好、我可以不用担心时间的有限和知识的无限诸如此类所以看来当生命被无限拉长的时候我并不讨厌学习那我为什么如此懒惰呢wecg是生命的有限让我觉得 I'm gonna die and not gonna figure this out anyway 吗还是想做的事太多没法耐心冷静一一进行呢而我的解决方案竟然是混吃等死以及安心于重复度日which sounds unreasonable...
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