人类基因组不仅仅是一份蓝图，它仍是一个正在书写的故事。
The human genome is not just a blueprint—it's a story still being written.
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
