只有挣扎会使山穷水尽变得柳暗花明,会使卑微的生命变得悲壮而伟大。那是一个初冬的早晨,呼呼的北风将太阳的光芒吹得柔弱无力,法桐的落叶被来往的车辆碾压着飞卷着,有的已经零落成泥。寒意使匆匆赶路的人们萎缩 Only struggling will make the ends of the road averted, and the humble life will become tragic and great. It was an early winter morning when the whirring north wind blew the sun’s rays weak and the fallen leaves of Fatong were crushed and rolled over by rolling vehicles, some of which had fallen into mud. Chill hurries hurried people