母亲
迎上门来堆一脸感激, 仿佛我的到来是太多的赐予; 探问旅途如顽童探问奇迹, 一双老花眼总充满疑惧。
My mother was an atheist. She used to say that there was good news and bad news about hell. The good news is, hell is just the product of a morbid human imagination. The bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create.