Before I came to the south, I tried to imagine what the Yangtze River and the Yellow River were like. The north is so dry that it seems that all the rivers have dried up. Blowing Sand in Spring and Autumn is about the forgotten land in the north, which has been desolate.
When I get on the train going south, I always like to sit by the window and watch the scenery rushing by outside. Of all the landscapes, the most important ones are always rivers and river views. When he first came to the south, his father accompanied him. As he grows older, he seldom goes out. My father sat beside me with a solemn face. I knew he had more things on his mind than I did.
Before I saw the Yellow River, I confirmed its position on the map of China many times and measured the distance between them. I often lament why this ancient river does not flow through the land of Zhao Yan's old country, and I have secretly mourned for it. One day when I was leafing through the history books, I saw another scene. It turns out that the Yellow River has changed its course many times in history. I wandered around Hebei, Shandong and Jiangsu many times. At that time, I realized that the yellow land under my feet was the result of the Yellow River alluvial. I am glad that I have finally established some kind of emotional connection with this river, and I have found a reason to swim for it.
Every time I see the Yellow River, I look at it in the autumn twilight at the window of a speeding train. When I first saw this ancient and desolate river, I could hardly believe how weak and emaciated she was. When the breathing river was exiled in the sunset behind me, I tried to see another river more like a river in the direction of the train. To make sure that what happened before was just a mistake and make up for what I imagined. Unfortunately, the train was too fast, and I was completely disappointed. The road extended for a long distance, and the world fell into darkness. She didn't arrive as scheduled. It turns out that under the setting sun, the yellow sand is silent, the black projection and the golden broken light are the legendary Yellow River. Only beauty can not make people have any joy, fragmented, like old skin, thin and can see the shape of subcutaneous bones. Tissue suffocates and rots, blood vessels are blocked, and barren, such as lesions, spread and are difficult to cure. It seems that the Millennium has fallen into the cold of the past.
Loneliness on the river is like this barren and ancient Artemisia, without the original trace. The color of the sun is warm, but the shape is chilling. The wind in the north is very turbid, and there is yellow sand in the north. The setting sun is so commensurate with the river that one will fall into the night and the other will face dry and cold. Three thousand years ago, in order to protect the meadow on the river bank, nomadic people in the basin often fought with machetes against other ethnic groups. The white blade is sharp, and the bodies are everywhere in an instant. Winners pay homage to heroes with blood, and funerals become simpler and simpler until more and more people die. Finally, one day, Leng Yue shone on the cross and the stiff corpse, and a woman sang the song called "Serve the Gentleman" in the Book of Songs on the hillside filled with smoke, so many kinds of blood merged together and could not be separated. Infiltrate into yellow sand, become loess, cold sand, and have body temperature.
The sadness of history has no tears, only bloodshed. The effect of the unfolding tragedy has been diluted by the deduction and changes of the years. With the psychological differences from generation to generation, directly puncture the atrium and warn careless human beings. Time will not heal a kind of pain, but people are good at loving and forgiving their mistakes day after day. Finally, the river is too thin to support the momentum in the poem, the image collapses, and many fragmentary melancholy, magnificent memories and empty imagination accumulate in the heart. Without a word of admiration, most of the former literati and poets were just followers of the trend, wandering in famous mountains and rivers, moaning and posturing. I couldn't help crying when Xian Xinghai wrote about The Yellow River Cantata. The loud boatman's horn echoed on the quiet and dry river beach. I was singing, the Yellow River was silent, and my voice was bleak. Two people were sobbing. In praise, the face faded and left in the lonely dusk. In her body, you can vaguely find the entity as a cultural symbol, the thick yellow sand lying on the river bed, the traces of water on the sand, the magnificent spread and the vast momentum. There is an uncontrollable elasticity, a cultural trait experienced in time, similar to a philosophy that runs through life. The immature face reveals unprovoked shyness, and a culture falls into inexplicable calm.
I used broken porcelain as an inkstone, and wetted the ink separated by three thousand nights with water. The particles in the ink were difficult to grind, leaving rough handwriting on the paper. I want to write a song that can be sung in this ancient prose. I used to like to fiddle with slender nails and play the guzheng, but the sound of the guqin was too low and the world was too noisy, so I had to change the strings. The sunset is expressing a cultural mood with this ancient river. Like when I was studying, I wandered at both ends of my mind. We imagine a lot of wonderful details, but we don't know where to start and where to end. This article always reveals all the secrets in the last paragraph. All the previous guesses were just a game of much ado about nothing. Oil painting pigment is too thick, watercolor is too light, only China ink stick is suitable for painting.
Just like I entered the noisy city with the tranquility of the countryside, it was just a process of transformation, during which the pain and suffering were inevitable.
The Yellow River is once again linked with China culture, and it is also seeking a way to extend its development. I once heard a philosophy about the hourglass, saying that life is like an hourglass. Do you see a passage or a pile? This is a very interesting feeling, but for the Yellow River, whether it is passing or accumulating, it is tragic. Today's water and sediment regulation experiment will have special historical significance and cultural connotation after thousands of years.
In autumn, along the Yellow River, among the reeds, reed flowers are flying, which are used to spread like souls and find new places. In the shadow of the black tree, the ferryman pulled up the white sail, the wooden oars stirred up the muddy Yellow River, and his calm face was deeply wrinkled. He licked his chapped lips with his tongue, and he held his fist tightly so that I wouldn't find out the secret in his hand and drifted away.
The ferryman on the Yellow River said, "As long as the snow-capped mountains don't fall, the Yellow River won't break. When a river is filled and silted up, she always chooses a river and continues to flow. This is her characteristic. As long as there is the Yellow River, ships can still run. ...
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Narrator: Every year, at the elementary level.
Tears can't help flooding my heart, mom! Mom, you witnessed your children killing each other for their own happiness, and even extended their claws to you, but you willingly followed, endured and took pains to spread the great spirit of our nation, ah! My great mother, my beloved mother, you make me admire, you move me, you let me know what responsibility is, you let me know that we should take off, with your spirit, your blessing flows to the world, flows to glory, I get it, I get it, my beloved mother, the Yellow River in my heart.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
-Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never comes back?
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
-Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.
Yellow river poems
Langtaosha
Jiuqu Yellow River and Wan Li Sand,
Waves and strong winds swept from the horizon.
Now go straight to the galaxy,
Go to Penny and Weaver's house.
Yellow river poems
Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen's poem about the Yellow River, which made me excited.
Cui Shu
My friend in the southeastern United States, I have heard of this building. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and traces will be silent. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
Poems crossing the Yellow River
The river is swift and muddy.
The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list.
Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood.
The wilderness is over.
Don't beat people's footsteps.
But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old.
This water is not clear.
Chapter 3 "How does the Yellow River water get out of heaven?"
(Music poetry recitation)
Yellow River, we should follow your example and be as great and strong as you. Here, we want to present a long poem in front of you, crying about the disaster of our nation-
How does the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky/unstoppable/surging/roaring/making people's liver and gallbladder rupture/It is the main artery of China/It runs all over it/The red sun is in the sky/The golden light on the water bursts/The moon rises in Dongshan/The river is as silver as snow/It vibrates/jumps/A thousand miles a day/It pours into the vast East China Sea/The Dragon Gate at the Tiger's Mouth/Arranged in a strange array in the sky/People/Dare not approach/It. It makes you feel warm/actually/forced by a chill/you will feel cold all over/it groans/vibrates/emits 100,000 horsepower/shakes the earth's crust/dispels the dark clouds in the sky/ah, The Yellow River/the king of the river/it is a crazy beast/angry/more than ten million poisonous pythons/it wants to make waves/break through the dikes of the world/so/people on both sides of the Yellow River/suffered terrible disasters/it swallowed people on both sides of the Yellow River/razed villages hundreds of miles away/created millions of compatriots/helped the old and the young/fled/struggled on the hunger line/dying line/now/people on both sides of the Yellow River. Spread the poisonous flame of killing/hunger and death/spread like kala-azar on both sides of the Yellow River/ah, The Yellow River/You have nurtured the growth of our nation/You have seen it with your own eyes/This ancient country with 5,000 years/How many disasters it has suffered/Since ancient times/On the edge of the Yellow River/Countless bloody battles have been fought/There are no bones left in your river/Your river is covered with blood/But you have never seen it/The cruelty of the enemy/Today's appearance/Never seen it/The descendants of the Chinese people/Like today/The national mobilization has begun/On both sides of the Yellow River/The Yellow River In the mountains/in the green tent/a heroic bloody battle/Ah, the Yellow River/You recorded the times of our nation/Since the ages/How many heroes have emerged by your side/But/You have never seen/40 million compatriots/United as iron/millions of national heroes like today/In order to defend the motherland/shed their blood/heroic stories/Like the surging waves of the Yellow River/Heroes like mountains/. Yellow River/Have you heard/been by your side/echoed with the sound of victory/Have you seen/Behind the iron army/enemy of the motherland/A net has been laid/They are guarding the bank of the Yellow River/Don't let the enemy cross/They want to bury the crazy enemy/In the rolling Yellow River/Ah, the Yellow River/You are rushing/roaring/singing extinct carols for fascist demons/You are roaring/.