一座山,如果它沉睡,那是因为我们的目光没有与它相遇。事实上,它一直在时间里,风来,它用密林的枝条舞蹈;雨来,它敞开大地的胸膛去接受;即使铁蹄践踏,刀兵相见,它也会用宽阔的土地与沟壑去收藏那些血痕、箭簇和呻吟,用土壤去掩盖曾经流离失所的足迹。若干年转眼就过去了,我们重新发现这座山,为山里被 A mountain, if it is asleep, it is because our eyes do not meet with it. In fact, it has been in time, the wind, it dance with the branches of the jungle; the rain, it open to the chest of the earth to accept; even if the iron trot trampled, knife and meet, it will use the vast land and ravines to collect those Bloodstains, arrows and groans, use the soil to cover the once-displaced footsteps. A few years later, we rediscovered the mountain, was the mountain was