大山的力量山是有力量的。它的巍峨,它的壮观,它的风骨,它的遮天蔽日,它的曲径通幽,它的藏而不露,它的高而仰止,它的大起大落,它的淡定从容。山是一本书,爬山亦如读书。每每进山,我从山下、山中、山上的所见所闻所思所悟中汲取属于我的营养。大山的故事让我感动,大山的情怀让我开阔,大山的发现让我思考。我总是忘不了25年前泰山顶上的那一幕。那是1987年的仲春,我们一群年轻人在泰山游览,一位两鬓斑白、衣衫褴褛的大娘引起了我们注意,她几乎见佛就拜,每次都从怀里掏出一个叠得方方正正的小布包,一层一层地打开,钱包挺厚可都是一块两块的零钱,她先是拿 Mountain power mountains are powerful. Its majestic, its magnificent, its strength, its hiding its shadow, its winding path, its possession without revealing, its high and Yangzhi, it’s ups and downs, it’s calm and calm. Hill is a book, hiking is like reading. Often into the mountains, I learned from the mountain, the mountains, the mountains of what I saw and learned from my nourishment. The story of the mountains touched me, the feelings of mountains let me open, the discovery of the mountains let me think. I always forget the scene on top of Taishan 25 years ago. It was in mid-spring 1987, and a group of young people were visiting Tarzan. A lady with a white plaque and a ragged coat caught our attention. She almost met the Buddha, and every time she pulled out her arms, Positive small cloth, opened layer by layer, the wallet quite thick are two pieces of change, she first take