风吹醒梦。捻着一株野生小麦,拜寺口斜坡上丛丛生长的芨芨、野麦正把贺兰山的绿色星星点点地铺展。焦灼的太阳把人暴晒着,把山脚下的戈壁暴晒着,也把野生小麦和芨芨草暴晒着。望着一侧山峰,心里盼一场雨的光临,眼里盼一座山的雄峻。没有雨的光临,百草焦渴;没有山的雄峻,百川难宁。沿着山脚,起起伏伏的戈壁砾石散落、沟道纵横,偶尔从石头缝里蹦出的一棵树、一丛绿,蓦然让困倦的眼神绽放清醒。从拜寺口到插旗口,从天气沟到南 Wind awake Twisted a wild wheat, thanks to the temples slopes grow Cong Cong, the wheat is Helan Mountain green stars spread a little bit. The sun was burning the sun, the Gobi sun at the foot of the mountain, but also the wild wheat and shisha grass exposure. Looking at the side of the mountain, my heart hope a rain, looking forward to a mountain majestic. Without rain, Baicao is thirsty; Along the foothills, undulating gobi gravel scattered, vertical and horizontal channels, and occasionally jumped out from the rock in a tree, a bunch of green, suddenly let sleepy eyes bloom awake. From worship the temple mouth plug flags, ditch from the weather to the south