Woman chasing a car.

No one could miss a face with tearful eyes and a whimper that said, "Please, please." The night trembles, and there must be a pair of red, swollen, sunken eyes that are beautiful because of their despair.

"It was a mild autumn night and she was driving along a quiet highway with her two children, ages 3 and 14 months, when a man jumped into her car, forced her out at gunpoint, took her children and drove off," said Susan.

And she, standing helplessly on the side of the road, waved at the vanishing car and shouted, "Goodbye, babies, mommy will always love you." And the darkness is cold.

While all of America wept and prayed for her, one woman appeared on the television: Susan was lying.

The woman said, she is also a mother, also once in the landslide rock crack moment, get off to ask the way, a turn, the car was driven away, and the car, there is her or childish daughter.

She said she was madly throwing herself into a cloud of smoke and mud, her handbag flying out of her hands, screaming, not knowing what she was saying, not knowing what anyone else could understand -- she was gorgeous, but forgetting English, screaming in her native tongue, "Help" or "leave my baby". It can't be any other language.

High heels get in her way, and she throws them at her. Forgetting that the speed of a man could not compete with the speed of a car, and losing sight of the gravel, glass, and tar under his feet, the only thought was: daughter. She was a slender Asian woman, but at that moment she was like a leopard, like an eagle, like a mad tiger. Her skirts were torn, her ankles sprained, and blood ran from the soles of her feet.

Life and death taught her sharpness and determination. So at that moment, she said, no mother could be as noble and calm as Susan.

After nine days and nights of hunting, the boys were found. Not at night, not in the forest, but at the bottom of a cold lake. Susan, who at last surrendered to the police, did indeed, in a little lust, kill her own child.

It was 1994. Occasionally in a book, read the cause and effect, and that strange woman's letter. I bowed my head, but there were no tears. I think I do.

I have not yet been a mother, and I have not yet seen death, but I have stood high under the trees and watched my love fly away, as if a stork were flapping on the sole of his shoe. Was he in a hurry to meet another woman? The truth was staring me in the face. I don't know that I should say goodbye before tears fall, but I can't. Because I love him.

I began to fake, listen to lies but pretend to know nothing; I learned to pry, to ask about like a snake, and to despise myself very much;

My story gets better and better, and Hollywood screenwriters don't get better and better, just to keep him around for one more minute.

Finally, I gave him a slap. Simply, the moment of action, like the desperate mother, throw her high heels far away. Did you get it? It doesn't matter.

How much love, how much do not give up; How gentle, how violent, love lips with blood, eyes with tears, chest with entangled love and hate, love like Siamese twins. Give up love, it must be impossible to smile as easily as a leaf.

Knowing that can not stay, can not stop, but can not control my upside down crazy steps. That time, I was a woman chasing cars down the street at night. And my silent cry, he did not hear.