往往是 ,在难敌病魔一次又一次地疯狂蹂躏 ,感觉再也没有力量去扼住命运的喉咙 ,打算来一次“良好的堕落”时 ,西西弗便推着那只巨大的石辗轧过来大喝一声 :“如果你还有创造力 ,那么 ,穷尽他！”“大神……”我惺眼悚然。我还有创造力么？血 ,几乎天天都在流 ,从牙龈、鼻孔、? Often it is time and again again and again in an infamous devastating rage that I feel no longer powerful enough to strangle the throat of my destiny and to plan a “good fall” when Sisyphus is pushing the huge stone mill Drink: “If you still have creativity, then exhausted him!” “God ... ...” I am horrified. Am I still creative? Blood, almost every day, from the gums, nostrils,?