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这个故事从音浪声开始。某日午后,记者背着沉甸甸的摄影器材站在一处高地,感觉就像身处亚利桑那沙漠的孤独旅人。等待中,眼前水汽蒸腾的赛车场
This story begins with sound waves. One afternoon, the reporter stood on a plateau with heavy photographic equipment, feeling like a solitary traveler in the Arizona desert. Waiting, in front of the steamy racing circuit