Torrents of water swept between the rocks, but my uncle let go of my hand and said: 'Now that your brother is gone, you will have to learn how to cross the river yourself.'
走到一條溪邊，溪水很急… … 童仙伯伯竟放開了牽我的手說：『小春，膽子大一點，自己跨過去。』… … 童仙伯伯說：『現在沒有哥哥牽你了…… 路無論怎樣高低不平，總得自己走的呀！』