世上本来没有路,走的人多了,便成了路。路,是人走出来的。曾经,多少风雨霏霏的夜晚,我独自坐在书桌前,茫茫然地走进本以为枯燥乏味的文字迷宫,却在茫茫然中忘记了自我,忘记了一切。曾经,多少清水般平静的周末,我刚跨进家门,面前是双亲那严峻而又充满希冀的目光,以及手里捧着的一沓知识养料。我无奈地接过书,迎面而来的又是一扇令人望而生畏的房门。我知道只有刻苦钻研,才能满足父辈们那“望女成凤”的心愿。 The world has no way, many people go, it has become a way. Road, people come out. Once, how much rain began to fall, I sat alone at my despair desk, confused into the thought of the boring text maze, but in the blank forgotten self, forget everything. Once, how much fresh water calm weekend, I just entered the house, in front of my parents that harsh and full of hope, as well as holding a stack of knowledge nourishment. I was helpless to take over the book, on the other hand it was a daunting room. I know that only hard study, in order to meet the fathers who “Wangnv Cheng Feng” wish.