有一条路,无论怎么走,也走不到尽头。——题记夜色朦胧中,我漫步在秋日的庭院,雨后的空气,格外清新,也有几丝寒意。静静地踱着步子,周围的一切似乎还是老样子,十几年来没有太大的改观。唯有那院角的一小片翠竹随风摇摆,时光使它“人丁兴旺”。然而看竹人,他不在了。七岁时,我染了一场大病,手脚开始不 There is a way, no matter how to go, but also come to an end. - Inscription night hazy, I walk in the autumn courtyard, the air after the rain, especially fresh, there are a few chills. Quietly paced pace, everything seems to be the same around the old, more than a decade has not changed much. Only that small corner of a small bamboo swinging in the wind, the time to make it “people flourished ”. However, looking at bamboo, he is gone. When I was seven, I had a serious illness and my hands and feet did not start