Which poems are best used to describe the loess high slope?

In the hinterland of East Asia, there is a vast expanse of shocking yellow and yellow. Who can tell from which moment, regardless of season, day and night, the tireless westerly belt began to exert its magic? Takla Magan, Gurbantonggut, Badain Jaran, Wulanbuhe ... and Tengger. These mysterious deserts, all over the place, were lifted up by the strong and almost rude glory of Jingxue, and poured over to the basin at the northern foot of Qinling Mountain. The empty space was full of yellow dust. The basin disappeared. A mound of loess rose on the depressed land. The more loess it was. And piled up into a large tableland. This is the plateau, the loess plateau. At the extreme, there are four wild and eight barren places, only yellow. It's all yellow, yellow, yellow. Even the big river that took its way from the rocks in Bayan Kara shed a thick yellow violently! Between the muddy yellow heaven and earth, an old man with yellow skin came. His face could not be seen clearly, and his voice could not be heard clearly. Only the long beard dyed brown by loess fluttered in the floating dust sprayed purple by the sun ... Behind the old man, there were long, long rows of men and women wrapped in animal skins only in the secret place of the body. A huge cypress tree was here. Everyone calls this giant tree XuanYuanBai. Its roots dig deep into the loess like countless fingers, plunge into the center of the earth, reach out to the sky, and hug the whole plateau hard. The first emperor swept the chariots of Liuhe, the heroic warrior of Emperor Gaozu who sang strong winds, the business travelers who leaned on the hump and went out of Yangguan in the west, and Genghis Khan's fighters, whistling, dancing with machetes and smelling of alcohol, walked proudly from this golden plateau with five thousand years. Until ..... merchants who were afraid of pirates left the ancient silk road trodden by camel team. Facing the alien warriors, they abandoned the weapons and armor that were thousands of miles away. All the way, they were surrounded by jade rafts and canopies. They turned to the rich and rich south. The south was green, soft and greasy. There was no strong ultraviolet radiation. There are enchanting moths, graceful waists, fascinating smoky wind and drizzle ... That heart-rending apricot blossom spring rain has melted the heroic soul and brawn of the Chinese people! History, on the other hand, was buried in the deep loess at a confused dusk. How thick the loess is, there will be a mysterious plateau. Every painted pottery jar and bronze sword will tell you a story of our ancestors. It is silent. Accompanied by it, it is a lonely moon that never sinks for thousands of years. There is no wind. There is no sound. The plateau is silent. A land without strong and bloody men is sad. That's China. He who groaned on his deathbed for 8 years and was humiliated for 2 years is not the real China. The real China is shining with the light of silk and Dunhuang, building the Great Wall, digging canals, creating Confucianism and Taoism, and integrating Buddhism and Islam. China, who assimilated various foreign invaders, is a hero. The real China is also a hero. The plateau with bare veins and pride is also a hero. To revive this barren and bleeding land, it needs stronger muscles, harder bones and faster blood flow than Magellan and Columbus.