他不是在游泳,而是在战斗,在反抗,他一生都如英雄般在反抗权威,但他却无法反抗自己这个权威。他永远都仇恨那些走在老路上的人,但他不知道自己在一条老路上走了多久了。他遵循的是一种古怪的逻辑,你感觉不到他身上有多少东西来自信仰,更多似乎来自他的天性和本能,对这个世界本能的敌意、本能的挑战与叛逆,以及由此而产生的一种反叛的快感。 He was not swimming, but fighting, resistance, his life as a hero against the authority, but he could not resist his authority. He will always hate those who walk on the old road, but he does not know how long they have been on an old road. He follows a weird logic that you can not sense how much of his body comes from faith, more from his instincts and instincts, from its instinctive hostility toward this world, its instinctive challenges and treason, and from it A rebellious pleasure.