Liu Changchun
After returning to Jiangnan from Maqu in Gannan, I asked my friend more than once: "Guess what color is the first song of the Yellow River?"
This is a multiple-choice question, and there is only one accurate answer: blue.
Yes, blue, blue, magical and incredible blue, just like the dream of the blue Danube played on the violin from a slight vibrato.
The Yellow River in the world has nine bends and eighteen bends.
When I stood on the hillside of Maqu and looked down at the Yellow River as light as a ribbon, we saw a blue Yellow River! Blue is so beautiful and pure, just like the blue of Erhai Lake I once saw from a distance under the tower of Chongsheng Temple in Dali, which makes people leave their hearts there. At the moment, the blue Yellow River falls from the sky, from the white clouds, from the poems of Li Bai and Wang Zhihuan. In the sun, it flashes blue light waves, which have been flowing through our eyes and feet. I stood there and never looked down at the Yellow River from such a high place. This is the first song of the Yellow River. It flows eastward from Qinghai to Maqu, but it turns a big bend of more than 400 kilometers and then flows back to Qinghai. There is no rolling momentum, no surging noise, and some are quiet and calm. It feels like the wind is blowing, and it twists and turns until we can't see it with the naked eye. It still floats gracefully into the distance like a light ribbon. The First Song of the Yellow River is touching and gentle, neither sad nor irritable. Only when the forest and grassland are continuously lost in the future river basin will it change color, divert, flood and cut off the flow angrily, so that people can see its unruly and strong temperament. On both sides of the river, Maqu grass flourishes in July because of water, and cattle and sheep from far and near swim slowly, dotted with ancient, distant and silent grasslands. Horses with four hooves, chasing colorful clouds, putting wings on vigorous riders, swinging their long tails leisurely, intoxicated with grass and fat, enjoying the beauty of water and the fragrance of flowers, have no idea of moving away from home for the time being ... I don't know when I started, but I have a heart that is not easily moved by mountains and rivers, and I was moved by it.
Ten years ago in July, I was traveling in Shanxi Province and heard the amazing thunder of Hukou Waterfall on the Yellow River. The Yellow River ran all the way from the ancient flood, splitting the mountains on both sides of the river, bypassing the Hetao and Xiekou, hitting Longmen, passing through Tongguan, where heroes entered and exited, flowing into the North China Plain and Shandong, and then rushing into the sea, and the turbid water and yellow waves rolled all the way. Look for the past from now, and look for history from geography. The Yellow River flows into the blood vessels of our nation and into my heart. Turning to history, the eyes of a dissatisfied wife, her husband's boat, and the poet's pen and ink, as long as they touch the Yellow River, are stained with the muddy yellow of the river. "Why did the purity of the source become stagnant sediment as soon as it arrived in the Central Plains?" -The poet asked the Yellow River. Forest reduction, soil erosion and grassland desertification are the important reasons why the Yellow River turns yellow from Gansu. People have changed everything and changed the Yellow River. The Yellow River twists and turns. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, this river, simply called "River", has since flowed into the territory of China with yellow memories.
The water is gone. Can we say that the Yellow River in our hearts will be yellow forever?
I read the newspaper recently: the Yellow River is fifty years old. This is an inspiring prediction made by the Governor of Shaanxi Province at the west forum. The soul begins to awaken, and the echo of history flies down the whirlpool of the Yellow River, wandering in the blue ripples. Don't say that this is just a dream, but that it is a distant yearning. The blue Yellow River is approaching us. If we can't change the image and color of the Yellow River quickly, we are willing to wait another 50 years for this yearning. People's life span is limited, less than 100 years old, so the ancients thought that "human life cannot be delayed." If we connect the life time of generation after generation, we have been waiting for 1800 years and waiting for 1800 years! If there is enough grass all over the world, then every grassland will reproduce the scenery of "wind and grass, cattle and sheep can be seen"; If every place has green trees in full bloom, every mountain becomes a natural reservoir, and "the river is a new river", a blue Yellow River may come back to us from the upstream to the middle and then to the downstream. A blue Yellow River, no, a blue river, when it flows poetically and heartily on the land of China, the mountains are moving, the Longmen is open, and Ye Ping is wide, gentle and swift, but as always clear and blue. Isolated cities, scenery on both sides, towering mountains and white sails in the distance have all become reflections in the water. Even if you can't help it, you should be passionate and lyrical, rushing to the spout, and the water droplets splashed on your face and skirt are also a compliment to blue. The burden of history, the record of suffering, myths and legends have all been thrown into the eternal river bed. The river is still flowing.
A few years later, when we leave the most beautiful river in the world to future generations, the name of the Yellow River should be renamed. If so, we will not only leave a river to future generations, but also an inexhaustible spiritual wealth.