Books I'm Following 在追的书

1 夜EN The Naming of the Night 夜的命名术 The Elbow That Can Talk会说话的肘子Urban4.0M WordsCompleted Amid neon lights of blue and purple, beneath a dense canopy of steel, lies the frontier of a flood of data: a world transformed by the technological revolution, and the boundary between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, the past and the future. Here, the surface world and the hidden world coexist. Everything before your eyes seems as close as the wall of time itself. Darkness slowly closes in. But you have to understand, my friend: we cannot face the darkness with gentleness. We must use fi 180Votes8MRecs14.3MFans

Curator note

Amidst the blue and purple neon lights, beneath the dense steel sky, at the forefront of the data deluge lies the world after the technological revolution, and the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and body, past and future. Here, the surface world and the inner world coexist, and everything in front of you is like a wall of time right before your eyes. Darkness gradually enveloped the area. But you must understand, my friend, we cannot deal with darkness with gentleness; we must deal with fire.

7 深EN Beyond the Deep Space 深空彼岸 Chen Dong辰东Urban5.3M WordsCompleted In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy are but a fleeting flash of mottled light. Gazing up at the stars, I can’t help feeling that the ending is already set. Where will you and I be a thousand years from now? Our homeland, the sparks of civilization, the Earth: all are but specks of dust in the depths of space. A moment in the starry sky, a thousand years in the mortal world. A bug’s whole life is but one autumn, and you and I are just the same, struggling to cross the river. Wha 150Votes9.9MRecs8.9MFans

Curator note

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a fleeting moment of dappled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is already predetermined. Where will we be thousands of years from now? Home, country, the flame of civilization, and Earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space. A fleeting moment in the starry sky is like a thousand years on earth. The chirping of insects lasts a lifetime, but autumn is just as fleeting as the night. You and I are both striving to cross the river. What lies at the edge of deep space? See the pinned post in the book club's online community.