多奇怪,竟然是一直往下走。参差不齐的石阶,夹在突兀嶙峋的峭壁之中,朝望不见底的深谷延伸,两边时而钻出一株已被无数路人摸得光滑了的树干。飘忽不定的雾气,在密密的林间回荡,只听得那一路召唤我们的山泉,就在不远的石壁后、溪涧里哗响,却总也走不到头,总也不见这座名山最最吸 How strange it is, it is always going down. The jagged stone steps, nestled in the steep cliffs, extend toward the bottomless valley, and on both sides drills a trunk that has been smoothed by countless passers-by. The erratic fog reverberated in the dense forests, only to hear that all the way to summon our springs, and they rang in the back of the stone walls and in the streams, but they never reached the end, and they never saw the most famous mountains. Most suck