在北方荒凉的沙漠上,风暴一直是那里残酷的统治者。它呼啸而来,呼啸而去,将一切有生命的东西深深地埋藏在自己的风沙下。为了将自己的领土继续扩大,风暴决定向南方侵袭。一路上它发出可怕的呼啸声,掀起几层楼高的风沙,飞速前进着。忽然,它看到前面出现了一座种满沙棘树的小山坡,像是一道道栅栏。“哈哈,凭你们就想挡住我的道路吗?”风暴呼啸着冲了上去。沙棘树们牢牢地抱成一团,抵挡着敌人强大的攻击,化解了风暴一次又一次的进攻。终于,看似弱小的沙棘树们依靠集体的力量战胜了可恶的风暴,将它赶回了沙漠。 In the desolate desert of the north, the storm has been the brutal ruler there. It whistled, whistling away, buried all living things deep in their own sandstorm. In order to continue to expand its territory, the storm decided to attack the south. It sent a terrible whistle along the way, set off a few layers of wind and sand, moving forward rapidly. Suddenly, it saw a hillside planted with seabuckthorn trees in front of it, like a fence. “Haha, you just want to block my path?” "The whistling storm rushed up. Seabuckthorn trees are firmly clinging to resist the enemy’s powerful attack, defusing the storm again and again attack. Finally, seemingly weak sea buckthorn trees have relied on collective power to defeat the damn storm and drive it back to the desert.