After waiting for five thousand years, I saw this solemn moment. After the yellow tableland was dyed red, the sun, rushing, looked at the whirlpool of the waves, finally fell, brilliant and dignified, sank into the rolling turbid waves, faded, and the sails went away. At this moment, the earth is silent, the thoughtful trees, the serious eagle, the stubborn and steep earth wall,
The trembling earth is so thrilling, drunk with red waves, igniting thunder and fire, trudging through the sun all day, sitting by the river, remembering the way. History is in ruins, the grass beach is burning, the towering mountains are stubborn, the bare tendons and bones, and the loess layer is deposited with the ancient East, an epic and legend of a heroic nation, which is far away, A?vagho?a, broken, long and long.
The poem Sunset on the Yellow River makes people think about the life essence of history, the earth and all beings in the process of appreciating great beauty. Enthusiastically praised the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation and finally found a road suitable for their own development!