我从山里走来,我的父母是山里的农民。小时候,父亲常常牵着我的手,一路讲着动人的故事……读山,便是读父亲。小时候我最爱做的梦是山的梦。父亲说,呀呀学语的时候,我悄悄溜出父亲的臂弯,磕磕绊绊地蹒跚在大山的小路上,可是却从来没 I came from the mountains. My parents were farmers in the mountains. When I was a child, my father often took my hand and talked about moving stories all the way... After reading the mountain, he read his father. When I was young, my favorite dream was the dream of the mountain. My father said, when I learned my language, I quietly slipped out of my father’s arms and stumbled on the small mountain road, but never