Idiom: the mainstay, Haiyan Heqing, Heqing Haiyan, Heshan Dai Li, the Yellow River is clear, Lishan Daihe, carp jumps over Longmen, and the Qinghe River is initiated. Wang Changling's "Hundreds of Gardens of Master Wangjing" is the mainstay, when the Yellow River is endless. In the poor autumn, there are no pedestrians in the wilderness, and the horse head comes from the east to know who it is. ""The crossing of the Yellow River is a matter of concern, and Cornus officinalis has been away from home for a few days. "
Du Fu's Two Poems of the Yellow River, the Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, is famous all over the world. There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses.
The south bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet. I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade.
He Jingzhi's "Sanmenxia-Dressing Table": "Look at the three doors, the three doors will open, and the Yellow River will not go back to the east", "Order Li Bai to change poetry, and the water of the Yellow River will come!" . Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River Dike": "There was a Yellow River flow in ancient times, but now it is cultivated land.
All roads are flexible, and the sea turns to dust. In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote "Wan Li sand of the Yellow River in nine twists and turns, waves and winds blow from the end of the world", "How the water of the Yellow River moves into the sea and never comes back", "The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his arms", "The Yellow River can hold the soil, but it is difficult to cut the rain and snow from the north wind", "The Yellow River comes to Kunlun in the west, and Wan Li touches the Longmen", "I want to cross the Yellow River and ice the ferry, and I want to climb it.
Wang Wei's "single wood, yellow river in the sky" Li Shangyin said, "The earth is full of flowers and the Yellow River wants to make the sky yellow.".
Bai Juyi "The Yellow River is white and Huang Yun is autumn, and pedestrians are relatively worried by the river". In Song Dynasty, Huang Heqing written by Qiu Pi was full of clear drums.
I like the dust on the side, and it is still quiet today. Add in the first line, and the imperial country will last forever.
Outside the building, thousands of riders, cheers and thunder. When the Taiping official first saw it, the dream bear went first.
The emperor's grace comes out at night, and the clouds fly against the phoenix. Treasure it with 10 thousand nails and celebrate it today.
Meritorious service is so successful, the situation is rectified, and Jianghuai is stable. This time, I just turned back to the tripod.
Liu's "Complaining for the People" In the year when Jinhe returned, Ma Ce and Dao Huan were in the DPRK. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.
Folk songs: The Yellow River is rolling and the waves are turning, and cowhide rafts are used as boats. Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first in Wan Li? Also count the gold and silver mountain Xintianyou at Qiaokou: Do you know the Yellow River boatman Song? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays. Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat. I know there are 99 bays on the Yellow River in the world. In 99 bays, there are 99 boats, 99 boats, 99 poles and 99 ferrymen to move these boats. Wang Changling's "Wang Jing Shi in a Hundred Flowers Garden", when the Yellow River gushes.
In the poor autumn, there are no pedestrians in the wilderness, and the horse head comes from the east to know who it is. ""The crossing of the Yellow River is a matter of concern, and Cornus officinalis has been away from home for a few days. "Du Fu's Two Songs of the Yellow River, the Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, is famous all over the world.
There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. The south bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet.
I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade. He Jingzhi's "Sanmenxia-Dressing Table": "Look at the three doors, the three doors will open, and the Yellow River will not go back to the east", "Order Li Bai to change poetry, and the water of the Yellow River will come!" .
Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River Dike": "There was a Yellow River flow in ancient times, but now it is cultivated land. The roads are soft, and the sea turns to dust. "
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote "The Yellow River bends nine times, the sand in Wan Li is blowing, and the waves are blowing from the horizon", Li Bai wrote "How the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the ocean, never to return", "The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his arms", "The Yellow River can hold the soil well, but the north wind hates rain and snow", "The Yellow River comes from the west to Kunlun, growling at Wan Li and touching the Longmen", and ". Wang Wei's "single wood, yellow river in the sky"
Li Shangyin said, "The earth is full of flowers and the Yellow River wants to make the sky yellow.". Bai Juyi "The Yellow River is white and Huang Yun is autumn, and pedestrians are relatively worried by the river".
In the Song Dynasty, Qiu Qiang's "Huang Heqing" drums were clear and magnificent. I like the dust on the side, and it is still quiet today.
Add in the first line, and the imperial country will last forever. Outside the building, thousands of riders, cheers and thunder.
When the Taiping official first saw it, the dream bear went first. The emperor's grace comes out at night, and the clouds fly against the phoenix.
Treasure it with 10 thousand nails and celebrate it today. Meritorious service is so successful, the situation is rectified, and Jianghuai is stable.
This time, I just turned back to the tripod. Liu's "Complaining for the People" In the year when Jinhe returned, Ma Ce and Dao Huan were in the DPRK.
In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro. Folk songs: The Yellow River is rolling and the waves are turning, and cowhide rafts are used as boats. Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first in Wan Li? Also count the gold and silver mountain Xintianyou at Qiaokou: Do you know the Yellow River boatman Song? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays. Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat. I know there are 99 bays on the Yellow River in the world. In 99 bays, there are 99 boats, 99 boats, 99 poles and 99 ferrymen to move these boats.
Legend: Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame. It runs as it pleases, like a grinning monster, growling day and night, devouring thousands of fertile fields. Bite Chung Shan Man, the Hui people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a slash-and-burn life at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the ditch.
At that time, Ningxia was not a plain bordered by Ma Pingchuan, but green mountains and valleys. There is no flat field, and no field can be irrigated with Yellow River water. Legend has it that there are several families living in Niushou Mountain who return to the Han family. They carry water at the foot of the mountain and farm at the top of the mountain for generations.
All ages are busy, but they don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes. For a long time, no one could stand this torture. One year, a 70-year-old Hui Hui man named Del opened a melon garden on the mountain and planted some cucumbers.
He gets up early every day and goes to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers. His shoulders are swollen and his feet are skinned. He carefully cultivated cucumbers, and the yellow ones looked tender and sweet. On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep at the gate of the vegetable garden.
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2. Praise the modern poems of the Yellow River. I stood at the top of the mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward. Tao Jin is surging, causing huge waves; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; From the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea; Split the Central Plains in two. Ah, the Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah, the Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and building the barrier of our nation with your heroic body. Ah, the Yellow River! You pour down like a raging torrent, stretching out thousands of iron arms to the north and south. The great spirit of our nation will be carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you.
3. A modern poem praising the Yellow River, Ode to the Yellow River. I stood at the top of the mountain and watched the rolling Yellow River running southeast. Tao Jin is surging, setting off a spring tide; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; From the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea; Split the Central Plains in two. Ah, the Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah, the Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and building the barrier of our nation with your heroic body. Ah, the Yellow River! You pour down like a raging torrent, stretching out thousands of iron arms to the north and south. The great spirit of our nation will be carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you.
4. Modern Yellow River Poetry: Yellow River Writing/Picking up Wild Cold
Yellow River, you meander.
There is no muddy yellow that is too thick to melt.
Could it be the morning makeup of euphemistic Jasper in prosperous Jiangnan?
The Yellow River, if there are no neat rows of exposed piers.
Seen from a distance, this long, dry and thin beach,
Could it be a beautiful and rich summer coastline with surging spring tides?
Yellow River! I recite that mountains cover the white sun.
Back in a fog.
When I was about to enter the wine, I sang softly, yelling at Wan Li to touch the Dragon Gate!
Yellow River, can tears also affect the pale earth and chest of Fengze?
I would like to flow with you silently and persistently.
This kind of sadness that goes far away from Wan Li and sinks into the sea and wants to hide deeply!
5. Praise the modern poems of the Yellow River. I'm standing at the top of the mountain.
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
6. Modern poem "Praise the Yellow River" Author: Day and night when the snow in my eyes roared away, the green grass and gold surged in my chest, the tears and expressions of Emperor Yan's robes and Huangdi's Neijing, my endless youth, my bloody breath, when I held a copper pot in my hand, it warmed a river of tears. Who is your drunken boat? I look forward to a thousand diaries full of thunder in Beidou Yellow River. The 1000 diary you took away is the back of Qian Fan and Qian Fan. You are the roaring back of my emotions, the luxurious toilet paper, my destiny, the silent father who was choked with dry smoke, the nagging mother whose forehead was blackened by stove fire, the Lanzhou beef noodles with too much pepper, and the Shaanxi mutton with too much salt. When I lead the animals and birds to disappear at your noisy door at dusk, when I drag the children and take care of the elderly. Living and roaming on your road with teenagers, when the brazier above my head bows to your deep source, when I open your muddy Yellow River with memories, I am eager for the harvest of the earth after the storm. My black hair and white hair are three years old, thousands of feet, my flying down the Yellow River in thousands of feet, my iron horse glacier dreams of the Yellow River, and my canoe crosses the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain. My photos can't take away my face, but my songs can't take away my emotions. The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart, and the rivers can't bury the red dust in my eyes. I don't hit the south wall, I don't look back, I don't look at coffins, I don't cry, I don't look at the Great Wall, I don't want to die, I blow the bustling river, I stumble, I can't see an inseparable river, when stones turn into foam, when bones turn into waves, when sorghum turns into blood, when tears form. When my feet are covered with muddy water, there is an industrious Yellow River in my hands. You are the song I want to sing when I am tired. Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears. Folk songs are full of apricot flowers and wet villages. The north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei Yellow River. I am the mountain you grew up watching. My great-grandson, Zhao Li, Wu Zhou, Wang Zheng, has a hundred surnames, which is the beginning of my life's thousand-word similarity knowledge. Mine is all Chinese medicine. Singing Compendium of County Materia Medica while drinking, my twenty-four history of China, my dream of red mansions with sleepless eyes, my tears and laughter, my songs of ups and downs of boatmen, my lively and bright lights, my vigorous efforts, my sonorous bones, the red mountains made of blooming water and the stars in the sky will ignite you little by little. "Jiuqu 18 Zhuan" raises a glass to dispel worries. The Yellow River is still there, and although the water is cut, it is still flowing. When the sun shines on my head, Frost hums that nursery rhyme, you are the Yellow River in China, and my dream is my horse. From an unknown mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the yellowed water began to stretch, and the rough stone tools of ancestors and the sobs of China people were deeply buried into a cry. The exotic yellow carpet that expands life will extend along Bohai Bay to Dragon Palace, and one day Donghai Dragon will carry its charm. The beautiful dragon lady stepped on the carpet and came to the old moon to drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine with the majestic boatman songs. The Yellow River is the mother river of the Chinese nation and the national soul of the Yellow River. You come from the snow-capped mountains. I know purity and cleanliness are your nature.
At this moment, I stand by your side and feel the spiritual shock you brought me. Silent mysterious light and shadow appeared on the water, the horizon retreated to the periphery of time and consciousness, and all was silent in the depths of the bare plain.
Avoid your rolling waves, I listen to your water drops. The voice of the sage comes from ancient times and rises and falls with the sacred trace of its origin.
Listen, the water is beating, which is an inviolable appointment and power, making women look like water, and men are surging with emotion. The surging waves record the eternal passing, and bells and drums ring in the depths of running water.
I know, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's.
There you are, running all the way east. You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry.
You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets. Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage.
With a loving life, you fell from the sky. Nourish all the way, I praise you, Guhe! "I am the Yellow River" The bitter white hair of the mother of Mount Everest fluttered in her forehead and cried all the year round. This hopeless fate, tears, the first and last torture of the living came to me. My god doesn't know where to go in the Yellow River, wandering in the boundless mountains and rivers, his eyes glazed over. What are you doing between heaven and earth? Who am I? I am the Yellow River? Shapotou's eternal collapse and longing for a pitying smile. Admiralty sand camel team silent bow golden wind chimes dazzling skin color, like a golden silk. Beautiful golden complexion. Listen to the desert wasteland, ancient battlefield, iron horse, Jin Ge, listen to the cry to kill the proud Qingtongxia, the beautiful Qingtongxia, the desolation of the sunset, and gradually show the true colors of bronze. Oh, by the way, great son, I am the imperial palace on the dense bones at the foot of the Yinshan Mountain of the Yellow River. The black devil came on a white horse. The horse fell and touched the grass on the grave. My fingers are shaking. I am the Yellow River. I am the winding brush strokes of the Yellow River and Wan Li Great Wall. Write a high-profile fantasy of national self-esteem.
The real Great Wall is built on the bones of a nation. I am the golden skeleton of the Yellow River, with strong love and hate, strong compassion and strong resentment. People with bitter hukou will stop talking, beat their chests and feet, and return to their hearts. Now that I'm here, I'll never come back. Oh, fate, I am a muddy tear of the Yellow River, which hatched a high-pitched wandering soul who resigned to fate and lingered in love for a long time on the Loess Plateau. Because of the high cost, it turned into an epic gamble, and the red wandering sky was full of souls until the throat choked to an abrupt end.
I am pregnant between Yinshan Mountain of Helan Mountain and Ordos Plateau, with rich breasts and fat buttocks.
7. Modern poetry quotations praising the Yellow River Proverbs: If you jump into the Yellow River, you can't wash it clean, and the Yellow River is the richest in Funing summer. Wuzhong and the Yellow River have another clarification day. In Ningxia, Huang Hefu, how can you not be lucky if you don't die until you reach the Yellow River and don't cry until you see the coffin?
Idiom: the mainstay, Haiyan Heqing, Heqing Haiyan, Heshan Dai Li, the Yellow River is clear, Lishan Daihe, carp jumps over Longmen, and the Qinghe River is initiated. Wang Changling's "Hundreds of Gardens of Master Wangjing" is the mainstay, when the Yellow River is endless. In the poor autumn, there are no pedestrians in the wilderness, and the horse head comes from the east to know who it is. ""The crossing of the Yellow River is a matter of concern, and Cornus officinalis has been away from home for a few days. "
Du Fu's Two Poems of the Yellow River, the Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, is famous all over the world. There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses.
The south bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet. I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade.
He Jingzhi's "Sanmenxia-Dressing Table": "Look at the three doors, the three doors will open, and the Yellow River will not go back to the east", "Order Li Bai to change poetry, and the water of the Yellow River will come!" . Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River Dike": "There was a Yellow River flow in ancient times, but now it is cultivated land.
All roads are flexible, and the sea turns to dust. In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote "the sand in Wan Li of the Yellow River in nine twists, and the waves and winds blow from the end of the world", "How does the water of the Yellow River move into the sea and never return", "The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his arms", "The Yellow River can hold soil, but it is difficult to cut the rain and snow from the north wind", "The Yellow River comes to Kunlun in the west, and Wan Li touches the Longmen", "I would like to cross the Yellow River and ice plug the ferry, and I would like to climb Taihang Mountain and cover it with snow
Wang Wei's "single wood, yellow river in the sky" Li Shangyin said, "The earth is full of flowers and the Yellow River wants to make the sky yellow.".
Bai Juyi "The Yellow River is white and Huang Yun is autumn, and pedestrians are relatively worried by the river". In the Song Dynasty, Qiu Qiang's "Huang Heqing" drums were clear and magnificent.
I like the dust on the side, and it is still quiet today. Add in the first line, and the imperial country will last forever.
Outside the building, thousands of riders, cheers and thunder. When the Taiping official first saw it, the dream bear went first.
The emperor's grace comes out at night, and the clouds fly against the phoenix. Treasure it with 10 thousand nails and celebrate it today.
Meritorious service is so successful, the situation is rectified, and Jianghuai is stable. This time, I just turned back to the tripod.
Liu's "Complaining for the People" In the year when Jinhe returned, Ma Ce and Dao Huan were in the DPRK. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.
Folk songs: The Yellow River is rolling and the waves are turning, and cowhide rafts are used as boats. Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first in Wan Li? Also count the gold and silver mountain Xintianyou at Qiaokou: Do you know the Yellow River boatman Song? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays. Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat. I know there are 99 bays on the Yellow River in the world. In 99 bays, there are 99 boats, 99 boats, 99 poles and 99 ferrymen to move these boats. Wang Changling's "Wang Jing Shi in a Hundred Flowers Garden", when the Yellow River gushes.
In the poor autumn, there are no pedestrians in the wilderness, and the horse head comes from the east to know who it is. ""The crossing of the Yellow River is a matter of concern, and Cornus officinalis has been away from home for a few days. "Du Fu's Two Songs of the Yellow River, the Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, is famous all over the world.
There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. The south bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet.
I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade. He Jingzhi's "Sanmenxia-Dressing Table": "Look at the three doors, the three doors will open, and the Yellow River will not go back to the east", "Order Li Bai to change poetry, and the water of the Yellow River will come!" .
Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River Dike": "There was a Yellow River flow in ancient times, but now it is cultivated land. The roads are soft, and the sea turns to dust. "
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote "The Yellow River bends nine times, the sand in Wan Li is blowing, and the waves are blowing from the horizon", Li Bai wrote "How does the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky and into the ocean, never to return", "The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his arms", "The Yellow River can hold the soil well, but the north wind hates rain and snow", "The Yellow River comes from the west to Kunlun, growling at Wan Li and touching the Longmen", and ". Wang Wei's "single wood, yellow river in the sky"
Li Shangyin said, "The earth is full of flowers and the Yellow River wants to make the sky yellow.". Bai Juyi "The Yellow River is white and Huang Yun is autumn, and pedestrians are relatively worried by the river".
In the Song Dynasty, Qiu Qiang's "Huang Heqing" drums were clear and magnificent. I like the dust on the side, and it is still quiet today.
Add in the first line, and the imperial country will last forever. Outside the building, thousands of riders, cheers and thunder.
When the Taiping official first saw it, the dream bear went first. The emperor's grace comes out at night, and the clouds fly against the phoenix.
Treasure it with 10 thousand nails and celebrate it today. Meritorious service is so successful, the situation is rectified, and Jianghuai is stable.
This time, I just turned back to the tripod. Liu's "Complaining for the People" In the year when Jinhe returned, Ma Ce and Dao Huan were in the DPRK.
In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro. Folk songs: The Yellow River is rolling and the waves are turning, and cowhide rafts are used as boats. Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first in Wan Li? Also count the gold and silver mountain Xintianyou at Qiaokou: Do you know the Yellow River boatman Song? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays. Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat. I know there are 99 bays on the Yellow River in the world. In 99 bays, there are 99 boats, 99 boats, 99 poles and 99 ferrymen to move these boats.
Legend: Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame. It runs as it pleases, like a grinning monster, growling day and night, devouring thousands of fertile fields. Bite Chung Shan Man, the Hui people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a slash-and-burn life at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the ditch.
At that time, Ningxia was not a plain bordered by Ma Pingchuan, but green mountains and valleys. There is no flat field, and no field can be irrigated with Yellow River water. Legend has it that there are several families living in Niushou Mountain who return to the Han family. They carry water at the foot of the mountain and farm at the top of the mountain for generations.
All ages are busy, but they don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes. For a long time, no one could stand this torture. One year, a 70-year-old Hui Hui man named Del opened a melon garden on the mountain and planted some cucumbers.
He gets up early every day and goes to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers. His shoulders are swollen and his feet are skinned. He carefully cultivated cucumbers, and the yellow ones looked tender and sweet. On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep at the gate of the vegetable garden.
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8. Praise Yellow River's modern poem "Yellow River"
Turn my pen into a spear,
Across the snow-white paper;
Ah, that's not paper,
That's the giant's chest!
The spear cut the giant's chest,
The giant groaned,
It's starting to bleed.
The bleeding was stained with clear tears,
So it became the Yellow River in Tao Tao.
Things have turned around,
The disaster repeated itself,
Nu Wa buried human beings under heaven and earth,
Is it to kill people?
The Yellow River has groaned in pain for thousands of years.
Tears in the west are full of its inexhaustible source.
I walked west,
So there is the character of the Yellow River.
Cold stars in the sky,
Whose eyes are they?
Indifference swept the sky,
In the eyes,
Jing fell into the Yellow River.
Groans fell from the sky:
Don't forget, the Yellow River in the west!
9. Praise for the Yellow River Modern Poetry "Yellow River" Author: Snow whizzes away in my eyes day and night, green grass and gold surge in my chest, the dragon robe of Emperor Yan Di, the tears and expressions of Huangdi Neijing, my endless youth, my bloody breath, when I hold a copper pot to warm a river of tears, who is suppressing my pounding chest in your drunken boat? I expect the Beidou Yellow River to be full of thunder, and a thousand diaries are yours. Taking away a thousand diaries is the back of Qian Fan and Qian Fan. You came back growling. My emotions are extravagant and wasteful. My destiny is a dark road. My silent father was choked to tears by the dry smoke. My nagging was blackened by the fire. My mother put too much pepper on Lanzhou beef noodles. My salt put too much Shaanxi mutton in the foam. When I lead the animals and drive the birds away from your noisy door at dusk, when I drag my children, old and young, to caress. Roaming along your road, when the brazier on my head bows to your deep source, when I open your muddy Yellow River with memories, I am eager for the harvest of the earth after the storm. My black hair and white hair are three years old, thousands of feet, my flying down the Yellow River in thousands of feet, my iron horse glacier dreams of the Yellow River, and my canoe crosses the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain. My photos can't take away my face, but my songs can't take away my feelings. The rising sun can't drown the sunset in my heart, and rivers can't bury the world of mortals in my eyes. I don't hit the south wall, I don't look back, I don't look at coffins, I don't cry, I don't look at the Great Wall, I don't want to die, I blow and play the bustling river, I stumble, I can't see an inseparable river. When the stone turns into foam, when the bone turns into waves, when the sorghum falls, a piece of blood turns into a tear and an ear. Highland barley When my feet were covered with muddy water, I held a hard-working Yellow River in my hand. You are the song I want to sing when I am tired. Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears. Folk songs are full of apricot flowers and wet villages. The north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei Yellow River. I am the mountain you grew up watching. My great-grandchild Zhao Li's family name of Zheng Wang in Wu Zhou is the beginning of a thousand words in my life. My herbs are all Chinese medicines. Outline the glory of my twenty-four Chinese history, a dream of red mansions with my eyes open and my eyes awake, my everlasting regret song with a tearful smile, my ups and downs, the boatman's song of life and death, my enthusiasm and noise, my surging, my sonorous bones, Shandandan, blooming, red and colorful, the hills built by your water, the stars in the sky, and little by little light your pulse of turning from nine to eighteen to raise a glass. I am more worried about the Yellow River, because the water is still flowing, although we cut it off with our swords. When I was humming that nursery rhyme against the scorching sun and frost, you were the Yellow River in China with my dream as the horse. Starting from an unknown mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the yellowed water began to stretch, and the rough stone tools of our ancestors and the sobbing of China people were buried deep, forming a yellow carpet full of exotic customs, with the cry of expanding life. One day, the East China Sea Dragon will walk along the Bohai Bay to the Dragon Palace to step on the carpet and bring its beautiful dragon girl to the moon. Drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine with the majestic boatman's ballad, climb the Yellow River with yellow skin and black hair, the national soul of the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation. You come from the snowy mountains, and I know that purity and cleanliness are your nature.
At this moment, I stand by your side and feel the spiritual shock you brought me. Silent mysterious light and shadow appeared on the water, the horizon retreated to the periphery of time and consciousness, and all was silent in the depths of the bare plain.
Avoid your rolling waves, I listen to your water drops. The voice of the sage comes from ancient times and rises and falls with the sacred trace of its origin.
Listen, the water is beating, which is an inviolable appointment and power, making women look like water, and men are surging with emotion. The surging waves record the eternal passing, and bells and drums ring in the depths of running water.
I know, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's.
There you are, running all the way east. You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry.
You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets. Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage.
With a loving life, you fell from the sky. Nourish all the way, I praise you, Guhe.