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那一座窄小的吊索桥,被衔在两山之间,也悬在我胆怯的心上。“走,向彼岸出发!”那时与我同龄的你兴高采烈地眺望着对岸,还记得当初的你顽皮又胆大。我斜了一眼对岸,那桥的尽头,那葱茏的杉林间不时若隐若现地窜出斑斓的花色,让人心生向往,可桥下却是深不见底的深湖,那幽深的墨绿散发着一种莫名的恐惧感。
That a narrow bridge, was title in between the two mountains, also hanging in my timid heart. “Go, go to the other side! ” At that time you and my age you looked at the other side happily, remember the original you are naughty and courageous. I diagonally glance to the other side, the end of the bridge, that lush cedar from time to time looming gorgeous colors, people aspire to life, but under the bridge it is the bottomless deep lake, that deep dark green exudes a Kind of sense of fear.