有一首诗是这样写的:“他想,这一辈子是走不出这里的群山了。海是有的,但十分遥远。”母亲曾对我说过,山里的孩子,梦里都想要走出深山。打着卷的梯田,束缚了孩子追逐知识的脚步,多少可怜的文盲,是大山打下的深刻的烙印。小时候,我也常捧着一本童话,想,海,很大很大呀,养活了数以万计的鱼儿,承载了来来往往的帆船。直到有一天,我看到了太平洋,在台湾。我发短信给母亲:“我看到海了。 There is a poem written like this: ”He thought, this life is the mountains that can not get out here. “ The sea is there, but very far. ”My mother once said to me, the mountain child, dream all Want to go out of the mountains. Named volumes of the terraced, bound the children chasing the footsteps of knowledge, how many poor illiteracy, is the deep imprint of the mountains. As a kid, I often hold a fairy tale, like, sea, big and big Yeah, feeding tens of thousands of fish, carrying the coming and going sailing. Until one day, I saw the Pacific Ocean in Taiwan. I texted my mother: "I see the sea.