山樓外樓”，這正說明了人生的旅途是無止境的。不管學習也好，工作也罷，每過一段時間，或者每走一段路，回過頭來看一看，或者乾脆停下來，問問自己：我要去哪裡？我在幹什麼？這樣一來，你就能把握好現在，不至於迷失自我，生活也可以更精彩。
The Last Hill
Francis Russell
On this waning autumn afternoon the northern Maine landscape is tart； pelling； shadowed here and there by puffs of fair…weather cumulus； remnants of summer。 Here； a dozen miles west of Waldoboro； I once spent my summers from the age of 12 to 14 at one of those Indian…named boys’ camps—more years ago than I like to think about。
I stand on the rise near what was once the baseball diamond。 To my right is the black oak； several hundred years old； beside which we used to hold our Saturday night campfires。 How many times on heat…heavy August days have I stood on this rise looking out over the wooded landscape toward the Camden hills？ For me it was always a magical prospect； the austere countryside stretching away with the sharp definition of an 18th…century aquatint across hill and woodland to Mt。 Battie outlined against the horizon。 At our campfire evenings； when we gathered around the great oak just after sunset； Mount Battie without losing its definition would take on a blue luminosity。
最後一座山（3）
Over the years a ragged second…growth of aspen and birch and speckled alder； at the far edge of the baseball diamond； has blotted out that view。 Now there is nothing to see beneath the crystalline sky but the uneven tops of second…growth trees。 Already the sky has begun to taken on the steelier tints of w