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I revisited Liu Cixin’s The Mountain, and it made me feel how extraordinary it is to be living in the age of AI. One of the greatest differences between humans and other animals is that we are willing to explore things beyond the immediate needs of survival. At least some of us will always try […]
Stripped of the label, is the self that remains still an excellent self? 脱去名号的自己，还能是优秀的自己吗？
The stars scattered across the sky — are they lighthouses among the clouds? 漫天的星辰，是否为云间的灯塔？
The beauty of reminiscence needs no embellishment. 原来回忆的美丽无需装点。
Every rustle of the wind, every sway of the grass, can freeze me in the road. 每一个风吹草动，都可以把我凝固在路上。
The beautiful shore is right under my feet — yet beautiful imaginings dwell forever on the far side. 美好的彼岸就在脚下，而美好的想象永远在美好的彼岸。
The nights of London are sweet and melancholic, like poetry. 伦敦的夜，像诗一样甜蜜而悲凉。
Those faces are more than a mirror; they are an unbreakable spell. 岲止是无形的镜子，那牢不可破的囚笼。
The sun does not rise, yet my sleeves are dotted with stars. 太阳没有升起，而我的衣袖上留下了繁星点点。
Only the holidays are so gentle — as if time itself were intoxicated. 只有假期是那么温柔，仿佛迷醉了时光。
What are those in the distance? They are silent and sleepless nights. 在远方，在远方，无言，彻夜难眠。
I am the ghost on this mountain road; my murmurs stir the darkened paths. 我是这条山路上的幽灵，我的低吟凌乱黑色的走廊。
The mirror of Hyde Park holds not the you of now, but the you of the future — the free you. 海德公园的明镜里没有现在的你，但是有未来的你，自由的你。
I walk alone on the empty street — only shadows move with me, no one else. 独自在空荡荡的街头行走，行走的却只有影子，没有人。
I shall chase the racing shadow of the moon, to find the dawn of freedom. 追逐月亮奔走的影子，去寻找自由的黎明。
The love-and-hate story between fungi and plants — a scientific paper told as a story on film.
I raise my pole, steering into the reflections of the stars. 我撑起长篙，驶进星星的倒影。
I wish to dance with autumn leaves, even if I am to wither alone in a corner. 我愿与秋叶共舞，即使我将在角落独自凋零。
With one breeze the world loses the trace of time, and solitude reigns over the slumber of the universe. 一跃世界失去了岁月的踪迹，从此孤独主宰宇宙的沉眠。
I am the messenger of poetry, turning the dawn’s thousand golden strands into praise. 我是诗的使者，将日出的千缕金丝化为美好的赞词。