我刚上中学,爸爸拿来一本书,说这本书你要好好读一下。他并没解释为什么是我——而不是别人——要好好读这本书。书的名字现在想不起来了,作者却记得:李若冰。此书用现在的话说叫散文游记集,写青海的风光物产。我开始好好读这本书,大约看了10遍,对青海心驰神往,最神往青海的盐场。盐,对我而言是房后国营小卖店木柜里的青盐粒。在青海,盐的面积比广场还要大,有盐的房子。我回想, I just go to high school, my father brought a book, say this book you have to read it. He did not explain why I - not someone else - should read this book well. The book’s name can not remember now, but the author remembers: Li Ruobing. This book is called prose essays in the present case, writing the scenery of Qinghai property. I began to read this book, read about 10 times, fascinated Qinghai, the most fascinating salt fields in Qinghai. Salt, for me, is the green salt in wooden cabinets in the post-mortem storehouse. In Qinghai, the area of ​​salt is larger than the square, with salt houses. I think back