我们一直坚持的走下去。脚步越来越沉重，汗水浸透了，我们的衣服背上的背包

We have been insisting to go on. Footsteps getting heavy, soaked with sweat, our clothes back increasingly heavy backpack, as if we should overwhelm our bodies. But I always have a voice, shouting can not give up.

We've been going on. Footsteps are getting heavier, sweat is soaked, and the backpacks on the backs of our clothes are getting heavier and heavier, as if to crush our bodies. But there has been a voice in my heart, shouting can't give up.

We keep going. The footsteps are heavier and heavier, the sweat is saturated, and the backpacks on our clothes are heavier and heavier, as if they are going to crush our bodies. But there is always a voice in my heart, shouting that I can't give up.