我知道,什么都不能改变我对道路的热爱,即或留给后人的是带血的足迹和疲惫的身影,我不屈的双腿还是要丈量道路的短长。我不去想明天的道路是平坦还是崎岖,既然这片土地已接纳了我青春的双脚,唯有用胸膛去抵御每一缕撞击意志的风,用头颅去包容每一注抽打信念的雨。 I know that nothing can change my passion for roads. I think it is bloody footprints and tired figures for future generations. I still have to bend my legs to measure the length of the road. I don’t think about whether the road to tomorrow is flat or rugged. Since this land has accepted my youthful feet, I have to use my chest to resist every wind that strikes the will, and use my head to contain every rain that whipped my faith.