:“Thousands of years ago, the great philosopher Mencius said:‘A trail through the mountains, if used, becomes a path in a short time, but, if unused, becomes blocked by grass in an equally short time.’”(山径之蹊间,介然用之而成路;为间不用,则茅塞之矣。今茅塞子之心矣—《孟子?尽心下》)。
节选自鲁迅小说《故乡》,原文为:我在朦胧中,眼前展开一片海边碧绿的沙地来,上面深蓝的天空中挂着一轮金黄的圆月。我想:希望本是无所谓有,无所谓无的。这正如地上的路;其实地上本没有路,走的人多了,也便成了路。thereisn’t any roads in the world(under the land).but,many people ru