I sit down to get my breath back. At this time I see a girl， very young， standing at the turning where I used to do and ready to go. I can't help shouting， "No， you must not take that path." But she shows distrust.
"My mother passed it， so did I."
"As both of you've done so， why shouldn't I？"
"I don't want you to go the same tortuous way."
"But I don't mind."
I look at her and look back at myself， smiling， "Then take good care all the way."
I feel deeply grateful to her for she reminds me of my youth gone. I'm now a has-been that can tell what to do or not to. I've already played such a role， with the obsession of advising against doing the same thing one did before，