I started to understand Mianshan Mountain from its ¡°perilousness¡±. Our bus drove along the winding road in the mountain. When I opened my eyes from my sleep, our bus had come to half way up the mountain. I raised my head to look out through the window. All of a sudden I had my heart in my mouth. The precipice, over 1,000 m high, stood vertically like a ladder between heaven and earth. The precipice was as steep as it had been cut by a knife; and as was straight as a ramrod, making me tremble with fear. The wheels of our bus were like being hung in the air. We were driving along the cliff faces, under which was a bottomless chasm.
Our bus spiraled along the road and kept going up. It grew darker and darker; the evening mist became heavier; the mountain was more mysterious; and the precipices under the bus became more unfathomable. The buses going down the mountain came one after another. Seeing it, I regretted. But when finding the driver remained calm, I understood that I would not be buried in the deep valley. But I was still afraid.