欧亨利短篇小说书评理解

As long as it is not to the last moment, you will never know how the story will end. Fate. God. What governs the world and life. Why is life always playing tricks? I have seen the raised angle of her mouth, careless, but it is deep into the bone marrow for me. Damn mood, damn time. Do you have a heart? Is your heart still beating? Forget it. I can't afford to lose. Why the moment before the tears of the eyes caress resolutely firm, the twinkling of an eye has been the clouds light breeze life as before? The thin lips moved slowly. So cruel that I can't even cry. Close your eyes and run away again. I don't even have the courage to face it. Utter long wheezing cries in the open air, Pretending to be a poet full of sadness, Let out beautiful moans.