命运,总是以令人无法抗拒的形式存在。哈姆雷特难逃复仇的悲剧,俄狄浦斯走不出命运的诅咒,西绪福斯无法逃脱诸神的压迫。那些生命像飘在空中的风筝,无论飞得多高都飞不出命运的手掌。生活于当下的作家,以敏感多情的笔触,在生命的旷野中,描绘出一个个命运的囚徒。他们笔下的命运剪影,像一座座彼此相连的孤岛。我们审视那些人,其实就是审视我们自己。 Fate, always in an irresistible form. Hamlet can not escape the tragedy of revenge, Oedipus can not get away with the fate of the curse, Xoxuosi can not escape the oppression of gods. Those kites floating in the air, no matter how high they fly, can not fly their fate. Living in the moment, the writer paints fateful prisoners in the wilderness of life with sensitive and passionate strokes. Their fate silhouette, like an isolated island connected with each other. When we look at those people, we actually look at ourselves.