精品文摘：花季物语 —N多个的“为什么”

为什么我弯腰摘花时会双手抖动?

Why, God, are the roses red?

上帝啊，为什么玫瑰是红的?

At the conclusion of my story, my eyes locked with Mr. Reynold s eyes, and I saw a tear slowly sliding down his cheek. It was then that I realized that life is not always based on the answers we receive, but also on the questions that we ask.

读完故事，我双眼紧盯着雷诺兹先生，雷诺兹先生也正凝视着我。我看到一颗泪珠正缓缓地从他的面颊上滚下来。就在那时，我豁然意识到，生活的根基不仅包括我们得到的所有答案，而且还包括我们提出的所有问题。