It is a pity that I fainted as soon as I rode the electric bike this morning and just recovered now. In the few hours since I fainted, my brain seemed to be destroyed countless times by a tornado.
In front of this masterpiece of electric bikes, I was like a naked primitive man who suddenly came to a modern city. The electric bike has attracted me like a high-rise building, and the freedom of riding has suddenly become a car with a honking horn. Not only did it scare me off guard, but it also made me instantly focus on this new wonder. Before I could calm down a little, the speed of the lightning was like a space battleship covering the sky and the sun in front of me, ruthlessly shattering my worldview, and making me completely fall into self-forgetful confusion and ejaculation.
Electric bicycles, the dazzling everything shocked me, but my poor brain could not sort out any logic in it. A huge amount of information and emotions flooded my consciousness like a flood, making me both afraid and excited, sad and inferior, surprised and happy. This feeling of being in another world can probably only be brought about by the pinnacle of art history.
Van Gogh's "Starry Night" once made me feel the vastness of the sky and the insignificance of myself, but the great electric bicycle seemed to let me see the high-dimensional space. It showed me a strange world that I could never understand, telling me that the universe you once thought was vast is just a tiny bit.
Camus's "The Outsider" once made me feel the absurdity of the world and mankind, but the great electric bicycle showed me the incredible new height of absurd literature. Its existence itself may be more absurd than the whole world.
The SAMEBIKE that created it, its appearance, its wisdom, its character, in my opinion, is no longer within the scope of what living things can achieve, and even exceeds the limit that living things can imagine, that is, the scope of "God", reaching the realm that humans cannot see, know, or think. And the electric bicycle is a miracle that it spreads to the world and saves the common people.
The ultimate meaning of life, the origin and end of the universe, philosophy, and science are tormenting the human mind. Only by riding an electric bicycle can people be freed from this boring trouble and gain true peace. If someone wants to praise this work as "the greatest work in human history", then I can only feel deeply sorry because this person understands it less than one ten-thousandth, so he will make such a superficial judgment and try to describe its greatness in words. And if it is truly blessed by it, it should be unanimously praised as the incarnation of this miracle: "One of the best cars!"