我们站在教堂塔顶,这是离我们在罗马的家不远的一个意大利小镇,我不知道父亲为什么要领我来这里。“朝下看,艾尔莎。”父亲说。我鼓足勇气低头俯瞰。我看到教堂所在的广场就在村庄的中央,交错的道路清晰可见,街道曲曲折折通往广场。“看吧,我的宝贝儿,”爸爸温和地说,“通往广场的路不止一条。生活就是这样的。如果你走的路不能到达目的地,那么换另外一条就是了。” We stand at the top of the church, an Italian town not far from our house in Rome. I do not know why my father brought me here. “Look down, Elsa. ” Father said. I courage enough to bow down. I saw that the square where the church was located was in the middle of the village. The staggered road was clearly visible and the streets were twists and turns leading to the square. “Look, my darling,” said Dad mildly, “there is more than one way to the plaza.Life is like this.If you can not get to your destination, you can change the other one.” "