OK. I've translated the (correctness) requirements of LeetCode No.22 to Lean, and ask Claude Code to both implement a solution and prove it.
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็ๆฅๅฏไปฅๅไธญๆใๅ ไธบๆฒกๆ่บซไปฝ่ฏ๏ผๆไปฅไธ่ฝๆฅๆๆๆบๅท๏ผๆฅ็ไธ่ฝๆณจๅ็จณๅฎ็email๏ผไนๅฐฑๆฒกๆณๆณจๅๅ
ๅฎนๅนณๅฐ๏ผๅๅธๅ
ๅฎนใhotmailๅ ไธบๆๆฒกๆ็จณๅฎ็ipๅฐๅ๏ผๅธธๅธธๅฐ็ฆๆ็email่ดฆๅท๏ผๆ็mastodon่ดฆๅทๅ ๆญคไนๆฒกๆณ้ฟๆไฝฟ็จใๆๅธๆ่ฟๆฏไธไธชๆๅฏไปฅ้ฟๆๅๅธๅ
ๅฎน็ๅฐๆน
It seems I can post in Chinese. Because I don't have an ID card, I can't have a phone number, and therefore can't register a stable email address, which means I can't register on content platforms or publish content. Hotmail frequently blocks my email account because I don't have a stable IP address, so my Mastodon account can't be used long-term. I hope this is a place where I can publish content consistently.
ๅฏนไบๆดไธชไบ่็ฝๅๅฒ๏ผๆๅฏ่ฏดๅบๆฌไธๆฏไธไธชๆ่ง่
๏ผๆไธ็ดๅจๆถ่ดนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไฝๆฏๆฒกๆ็ไบง่ฟไปไนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไบ่็ฝไธๆฒกๆๆ็็่ฟน๏ผ่ฟๆฏๆๅคๅๆ๏ผๅ ไธบไธญๅฝ็่บซไปฝๅๅ
ๅฎนๆฟ็ญ
Regarding the entire history of the internet, I can say I've been largely an observer. I've always consumed content, but I haven't produced any. There's no trace of me on the internet, which is an unforeseen consequence due to China's identity and content policies.
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea

