风中的花朵日渐凋零，美好的相会之期依然遥远。
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
The art of the novel is to make the reader forget that the writer exists.
文学不过是一个有引导的梦。
母亲的心是一个深渊，在它的最深处你总会得到宽恕。