Far broadness of the land of country, the world is strewn at random, mirage brume, mist-covered water is dense. Of hill there, be what is waiting?
山河远阔，人间错落，雾气霭霭，烟波氤氲。山的那边，是什么在等候？
Trail circles and go up, aspersing every bits of bit lichenous flagging to extend Xiang Dashan silently in. Confused, vinegary, I stand below the foot of a hill, in group of hill in ancient dorp between, feel faint. Be agitated, do not wish, I am kicked forcibly to the scree beside, I do not think mouth path “ really climb this mountain, road so rugged and distant, there is not camp of a few small Dong on hill, what to have good-looking! ” goes go, there are a lot of sealed beautiful sceneries in hill oh! ” mother side says to go on Bian Chaoshan. I am forced not the sets foot on that to bestrew finely cobble narrow meandering footpath that affection does not wish.
小径盘旋而上，洒着点点青苔的石板路静静地伸向大山深处。迷茫，不悦，我站在山脚下，在这古村落深处的群山之间，深感无力。烦躁，不愿，我用力踢向身旁的小石子，开口道“我真不想爬这座山，路这么崎岖而遥远，不就山上有几个小侗寨，有什么好看的！”去吧去吧，山中有许多未知的美景哟！”妈妈边说边朝山上走去。我只好不情不愿的踏上那布满细碎石子的羊肠小道。
In big hill, large tree of blue sky is surrounding all around, up extend is worn flagging small narrow, winding extraordinary, from time to time a few turn, let a person do not know terminus is in. This hill does not calculate the United States really, smooth dash forward dash forward land appears that kind is barren, fragmentary and grew a few grass at will, connect wild flower to did not see even. Really bored! I am complaining malcontently. Dim Gansu wears the hill mist of early morning group of hill, in front, it is the cloud and mist that does not unplug is mixed see not clear way. The ground extends branch dryasdust ahead, stop the person of the travel before the move. Do not know which woods to transmit a bird to cry, tore halcyon, delimit noisy sky. My sulkily is going ahead, I go merely, go desperately, expectation arrives at terminus at once.( wWw.zUowENba.NET )
大山深处，四周苍天的大树环绕着，向上伸展着石板路又小又窄，蜿蜒峥嵘，时不时几个转弯，让人不知道终点在哪。这山确实不算美，光突突的土地显得那般贫瘠，零星而随意长了几根草，甚至连野花都没有见到。真是无趣！我不满地抱怨着。清晨的山雾朦陇着群山，前面，是拔不开的云雾和看不清的道路。树枝干巴巴地向前伸，阻挡着前行的人。不知哪片树林传来一声鸟叫，撕破了宁静，划响了天空。我闷闷不乐地向前走着，我只顾走，拼命走，期望赶快到达终点。
In “ hill, have a lot of sealed wait for you to explore. ” father edge goes saying, I care nothing, much more devious place! Have the mountain of so much beautiful lofty obviously, why to choose here unluckily. Ahead, same abrupt, delay euqally.
“山的深处，有许多未知等你探索。”爸爸边走说着，我不以为意，多偏僻的地方啊！明明有那么多美丽巍峨的山，为什么偏偏选择了这里。前方，一样的陡峭，一样的稽延。
Going, we walked into stockaded village of a Dong in, a few children are in stockaded village mouth fight noisely, swiftly has run beside me like that, black face, the bound feet of smooth move, shabby dress, but what they laugh it seems that is very happy, far can hear bell of their Wanre copper shakes cupreous laugh. There are a few old people before every door, stature is small, back stoop is worn, carry it seems that do not rise. Saying me to understand not dialectal, voice is hoarse dumb. My station was decided, looking them up and down curiously. Abrupt, a hand pats the back that pats me, my face about looks, it is an old grandma, the hair is completely white, cannot find black silk, half narrow one's eyes wears the eye, be like do not open, the back is bent extremely lowly, seem to be met easily be tired out. Her lay open hand, there are two above golden, sending bright corn, the hand with her is completely contrary. That is a pair of what kind of hands! Bony, bestrew the trace of ageing, a control that crack is cut flintily in the grandma by years. She won't speak, the hand exerts all his strength to be being extended forth, shabby and footy dress swings as her movement, it is signal so I take these two next corn.
走着走着，我们走进了一个侗寨里，寨口几个小孩在打闹，倏然从我身边跑过，黑乎乎的脸，光着的小脚，破旧的衣服，可他们似乎笑的很快乐，远远的就可以听见他们宛若铜铃摇晃作响的笑声。每户门前都坐着几位老人，个子小小的，背佝偻着，似乎抬不起来。说着我听不懂的方言，声音哑哑的。我站定了，颇为好奇地打量着他们。突然，有只手拍拍我的背，我转身一看，是一位老奶奶，头发全白了，找不到黑丝，眼睛半眯着，似睁不开，背弯得低极了，好像一动就会散架。她摊开了手，上面捧着两根金灿灿，发着亮的玉米，与她的手完全相反。那是一双怎样的手啊！瘦骨嶙峋，布满老化的痕迹，条条裂痕无情地被岁月刻在了奶奶的手心。她不会讲话，手使劲往前伸着，破旧褴褛的衣服随着她的动作而摆动，原来是示意我拿下这两根玉米。
That momently, it seems that all of 10 thousand noise is static, mountains and rivers-land begins silent, offing becomes quiet, the sea of clouds breaks up no longer emerge, river water stops to flow drip, jiang Chao no longer insurgent, water flea of painting of flowers and birds in traditional Chinese style by light and dirt caky. Remain only, one pure the heart that appears clear, a bright soul, a deep in the depth of big hill deep conceal is worn moving beautiful scenery.
那一刻，似乎万籁俱静，山川开始沉默，海面变得静谧，云海不再翻涌，河水停止流淌，江潮不再澎湃，花鸟鱼虫被光与尘凝固。只剩下，一颗纯净透澈的心，一个明亮的灵魂，一个在大山深处深深藏匿着动人的美景。
Later, I had crossed that mountain, flashy, eye shot is open, everythings on earth anabiosises. I discover suddenly, that horizontal stroke blocks the hill before me, not be tortuous path, be opposite however good negligence, the not express an opinion of the travel before be opposite. Original, true happiness and moving, want to pass postscript hill ford, cross that barren mountain in the heart, just can search. This world, have the countless green hill that shining so, hide in the depth, wait for me to discover, awaiting me.
后来，我翻过那座山，一瞬间，视野开阔，万物复苏。我突然发现，那座横挡在我面前的山，从来不是曲折的路途，而是对美好的忽视，对前行的不置可否。原来，真正的美好与动人，要通过跋山涉水，越过心中那座荒山，方能找寻。这世界，有无数这般灼灼的青山，藏在深处，待我发现，等待着我。
Fall glow, the rising sun, 7000 lis;
落霞，朝阳，七千里；
Mountains and rivers-land, jiang Liu, 90 thousand just;
山川，江流，九万顷；
Life, numerous star, all distance.
日月，繁星，皆远方。
1000 hill 10 thousand water regard as foreshadowing, do not want a fault to die a the most beautiful scenery. I had crossed that mountain eventually, found expect my for a long time it.
千山万水就当作伏笔，不要错过世间最美的风景。我终于翻过了那座山，找到了等候我许久的它。(文/徐逸竹)