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成长的路就像那登山之路,两边的风景美好,但却暗潮涌动;路途有人相伴,但不能永久跟随;愈高人愈少,愈远就愈想放弃。昨天我去拜佛。但是让我印象最深的却不是那座金光闪闪的寺庙,也不是那慈眉善目的僧人,我到现在还在回味的,倒是那路。站在路的起点,我仰起头打量这座山。树木密密麻麻像是画家点在山上的点,黑漆漆的大山像是一个深不见底的黑洞。妈妈只是叉着腰看了一看,就皱了眉:“这要走到什么时候呀?我们也不租个车子,徒步走还不累死!”说完就转过身去:“我在山脚下等你们!”
The road to growth is like the road to mountaineering. The scenery on both sides of the road is beautiful, but the tide surges; others are accompanied by the road, but can not be followed forever; the higher the fewer people, the farther they want to give up. Yesterday I went to worship Buddha. But what impresses me most is not the glittering temple, nor the benevolent monk, and I am still aftertaste, but that way. Standing at the beginning of the road, I looked up at the mountain. The trees are densely covered with spots like painters point in the mountains, dark mountains like a bottomless black hole. Mom just looked at the waist with a fork, he frowned: “This time to go? We do not rent a car, walking is not exhausted!” “Finish and turned around: ”I’m waiting for you at the foot of the mountain!"