你气喘吁吁,头上淌下汗水,身后的背包像小山一样仿佛要将自己压垮,手上的拐杖却没法给你助力。脚下的山路延绵蜿蜒,向着山顶婉转而上,你突然开始怀疑起了自己的目的,平日的工作已经将你忙得上气不接下气,周末为何还要来到这里受苦?你停下脚步,抚平呼吸,向两旁望去。 You gasped, his head dripping sweat, like the backpack behind him as if to crush himself, crutches in your hand but can not help you. At the foot of the mountain winding meandering, gently toward the top of the hill, you suddenly began to suspect his purpose, the weekday work has been busy with your breath, why do we have to suffer here on the weekend? You stop Footsteps, heal breathing, looked to both sides.