他低頭瞄了一眼儀表板,時速的指針沉沉地卡在底部的0,不管他現在能確切地感覺到風切在臉上的刺痛有多麽實在,他的時速說0就是0。
他突然有股火衝上來,又把油門摧得緊了,腕關節都已經不可能再有任何角度,安全帽的風鏡都被吹開直接抵到後腦,頸部瞬間感受到一股壓力。他又往儀表表瞄了瞄。
指針依然不為所動。
If the pages of this book contain some successful verse, the reader must excuse me the discourtesy of having usurped it first. Our nothingness differs little; it is a trivial and chance circumstance that you should be the reader of these exercises and I their author.
If the pages of this book contain some successful verse, the reader must excuse me the discourtesy of having usurped it first. Our nothingness differs little; it is a trivial and chance circumstance that you should be the reader of these exercises and I their author.
If the pages of this book contain some successful verse, the reader must excuse me the discourtesy of having usurped it first. Our nothingness differs little; it is a trivial and chance circumstance that you should be the reader of these exercises and I their author.
If the pages of this book contain some successful verse, the reader must excuse me the discourtesy of having usurped it first. Our nothingness differs little; it is a trivial and chance circumstance that you should be the reader of these exercises and I their author.