贺兰山,我心中的山。上世纪60年代中期,我们家就住在贺兰山脚下,我在这里度过了自己的童年时代。雄伟的山,让我感到神秘、恐惧,但我又对它很崇拜、很向往。我爬不到它的顶部,爬到半山腰,像是在它的怀抱里。我渺小得几乎消失了。我是山上的一块小石头、一棵小树、一株小草。满山的绿,杂草丛生,灌木成林。山坡上的一种植物,有粗大的根,上面长满了针刺,它枯死之后成为干柴。 Helan Mountain, the mountain in my heart. The mid-60s of last century, our family lives at the foot of the Helan Mountain, I spent my childhood here. Majestic mountains, make me feel mysterious, fear, but I admire it, yearning for. I can not climb to the top of it, climb to the hillside, as if in its arms. I’m so small that I almost disappeared. I am a small rock in the mountains, a small tree, a grass. Mountain green, overgrown, shrubs into forests. A plant on the hillside, with thick roots, covered with acupuncture, which becomes dry wood after it has died.