The rock is silent because it has no life; My love for the Yangtze River is also heavy, because I love it too deeply. Ah, the Yangtze River, how many simple people have been bred in the green maple forest on both sides of your bank? Because they are sucking your full milk, their blood vessels are full of feelings. I was lucky enough to be born on the edge of one of your tributaries. When I landed, I smelled the fragrance of your waves. But in my whole melancholy childhood, I didn't have a chance to see you. Only in the mouth of migrating geese did I know that you attracted all the elves attracted by the house. On a cold autumn night, I finally came to an ancient town on your shore. Immediately, a magical huge painting unfolded in front of my eyes: boundless, I can't tell whether the sun rises or sets, and the smokehouse is immersed in the deep red waves. Here, it seems that the grass in my hometown has fallen, and it can grow into a towering tree. Take a sip of the Yangtze River water, as if people who have abandoned it will stand up again and become giants who can pull up a mountain. From then on, as long as I came to the bank of the Yangtze River, I couldn't help but feel surging and imagine flying. I can't help but ask the Yangtze River in a low voice: Yangtze River, please tell me that you are a big river born with dry holes. How can we break the chaotic mountains and pull them out of the cold current of vinegar? Many ancient faces on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have collapsed in detail. Where is the smoke village where Dayu once stopped? Wan Chuan flows and chisels, and there are many disputes over water. How did Shenquan open the door to its prosperity?
Unfinished.
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