“I’ve traversed it.No reason not to believe me.”
“Since you’ve passed it，why can’t l？”
“I don’t want you to go such a tortuous way.”
“But I like the experience.I’m not afraid.”
Mother looks at me sadly and sighs，“All right.Go if you insist，you stubborn child.The path is rough going.Do take care all the way.”
When I’m on my way I find mother’s right.The road is rough and tortuous.Sometimes I come to a dead end，sometimes I take a wrong turn，I tumble or even fall headlong and have my head covered with bumps and bruises.Still I keep on going and eventually I pass it.