We have to take a detour

在青春的路口，曾经有那么一条小路若隐若现，召唤着我。

母亲拦住我：“那条路走不得。”我不信。

“我就是从那条路走过来的，你还有什么不信？”

“既然你能从那条路上走过来，我为什么不能？”

“我不想让你走弯路。”

“但是我喜欢，而且我不怕。”

母亲心疼地看我好久，然后叹口气：“好吧，你这个倔强的孩子，那条路很难走，一路小心。”

上路后，我发现母亲没有骗我，那的确是条弯路，我碰壁，摔跟头，有时碰得头破血流，但我不停地走，终于走过来了。

坐下来喘息的时候，我看见一个朋友，自然很年轻，正站在我当年的路口，我忍不住喊：“那路走不得。”她不信。

“我母亲就是从那条路走过来的，我也是。”

“既然你们都从那条路上走过来了，我为什么不能？”

“我不想让你走同样的弯路。”

“但是我喜欢。”

我看了看她，看了看自己，然后笑了：“一路小心。”

我很感激她，她让我发现自己不再年轻，已经开始扮演“过来人”的角色，同时患有“过来人”常患的“拦路癖”。

在人生的路上，有一条路每一个人非走不可，那就是年轻时候的弯路。不摔跟头，不碰壁，不碰个头破血流，怎能炼出钢筋铁骨，怎能长大呢？

At the crossroads of youth, there was once a path that loomed and beckoned to me. Mother stopped me and said, "that's not the way to go." I didn't believe her. "I came that way, what don't You Believe?""If you can come that way, why can't I?""I don't want you to go the wrong way.""but I like it, and I'm not afraid." Mother looked at me lovingly for a long time, then he sighed, "Well, you stubborn boy, that's a hard way to go, be careful all the way." On the way, I found that my mother did not deceive me, it was indeed a detour, I hit a wall, fell on my head, i hit my head pretty hard sometimes, but I kept walking, and I came through. As I sat down to catch my breath, I saw a friend, Young of course, standing at the crossroads where I had been, and I couldn't help shouting, "that road won't go." She didn't believe me. "my mother came that way, and so did i.""if you all came that way, why shouldn't I?""I don't want you to go the same way.""but I like it."" I looked at myself and smiled. "take care." I was grateful to her for making me realize that I was no longer young and that I was already playing the role of someone who had been there before, at the same time suffering from "experienced people" often suffer from "road blocking addiction. In the road of life, there is one road that everyone must take, and that is the detours of youth. Do Not Fall, do not hit the wall, do not hit a head broken blood flow, how can you make steel and iron, how can grow up?

标题: 非走不可的弯路
作者: 张爱玲
字数: 464
简介: 在青春的路口，曾经有那么一条小路若隐若现，召唤着我。母亲拦住我：“那条路走不得。”我不信。“我就是从那条路走过来的，你还有什么不信？”“既然