我不知道是妈妈对,还是丹中尉对,我不知道,是否我们每个人都有,注定的命运,还是我们的生命中只有偶然,像在风中飘。但我想:也许两者都有吧,也许两者都在同时发生着。
Literature is a false representation of life that nevertheless helps us to understand life better, to orient ourselves in the labyrinth where we are born, pass, and die.