On both sides of the road Yinyun a milk-white mist, preceded by a long, long trail, blurred magic.
I am prepared to follow the trail of this mystery to find their own happiness in life, a bunch of very fine light from the distant sky projection over, stroked kept trained countless more days after the Trail notches, it shines brilliantly.
A string of footprints scattered across the road in the years to come, I decided to go looking for that person's life that step, heart to find an engraved happy exports.
I drift away, I gradually distanced ... ...
Finally, I found that road at this time divided into two fork in the road, two tall doors before us, they are inscribed on top of "step and the life", the font in the vigorous flowing streams full of reason.
I opened the door of which was found carved above many of the small print, I am careful stare, as if time here reincarnation Flip ... ...
"Chuang Tzu once came from here, in order to get rid of a yield to the powerful society, he pushed open the door, and then outrightly across the past, made a watch in the night alone in the moon trees.
"Once the five Mr. Yoo came from here, in order to discard the officialdom of the ugly, dilapidated carriage drove from his door passing, and then 'adopt-Ju Dong-li, the leisurely to see the mountain'."
"Once the Su came from here, in order to forget the pain of frustration, he walked past wearing Cuyidanding manner, in the desolate Huangzhou 'lean stick to listen to Jiang's voice', left to life's frustrations and singing 'River of No to go, waves淘尽'. "
This product has been reading my story, the roadside bamboo is also singing, I'll write it into an vicissitudes of life and beautiful songs.
路的两旁氤氲着乳白色的雾气，前面是一条悠长悠长的古道，迷离神奇。
我准备沿着这条充满神秘的古道去寻找自己的幸福人生，一束极细的光芒从遥远的天际投射过来，抚摸着那历经悠悠岁月的古道刻痕，它闪耀着夺目的光芒。
一串串脚印散落在岁月的路途中，我要去寻找那决定人一生的那一步，用心去发现一个刻满幸福的出口。
我渐行渐远，我渐进渐远……
终于，我发现路在此时分成了两个岔口，两扇高大的门摆在面前，它们的上面镌刻着“一步与一生”，苍劲的字体中流淌着充满理性的溪流。
我打开其中一扇门，发现上面雕刻着许许多多的小字，我仔细凝视，仿佛时光在这里轮回翻转……
“曾经的庄子从这里走过，为了摆脱一个屈从权势的社会，他推开了这扇门，然后决绝地跨了过去，做了一棵在夜里独自守望月亮的树。
“曾经的五柳先生从这里走过，为了摒弃官场的丑恶，他驾着破旧的马车从这扇门驶过，然后‘采菊东篱下，悠然见南山’”。
“曾经的东坡先生从这里走过，为了遗忘痛苦的失意，他穿粗衣淡定地走了过去，在荒凉的黄州‘倚杖听江声’，任凭人生的失意而高唱‘大江东去，浪淘尽’”。
我品读着这曾经的故事，路旁的竹林也在歌唱，我要把它谱写成一曲沧桑而美丽的歌谣。