1, you come from the top of the snowy mountain.
Surging is your style.
In the summer breeze.
You are as elegant as a lady.
The scenery on both sides is your skirt.
You roll to the east and run to the sea.
The twists and turns are your feelings.
In the warm sunshine in winter.
You are as beautiful and gorgeous as a girl.
The rippling waves are your shy cheeks.
2. When the Yellow River surges.
Leave the footsteps of the years.
We are on a busy journey.
It should have become a habit.
Dark willows send coolness in dreams.
Mother's tears are also full of bitterness.
So vastness is in vain.
When the Yellow River is strong and tough.
Branded with traces of history.
We provide feelings of sadness.
Fear of loss delays youth.
Afraid of missing it but forgetting to look back.
Afraid of sadness, but blindly absorb.
Mom's tears are also full of expectations.
So time became a memory.
When the Yellow River is normal.
Keep the oath of migratory birds.
We are shouldering the hope of the future.
I forgot to keep my promise.
Forget to cherish the company you have.
Mother's tears always dry up.
So time becomes sad.
Yellow River, my mother!
Your face spans a thousand years.
You have a hundred battles in your arms.
The zigzag word "several"
It is the ardent expectation of the Chinese people.
That distant and high-spirited song.
This is the call of overseas travelers eager to go home.
Yellow River, my mother!
You come from the top of the snowy mountain.
Surging is your style.
You roll like the sea.
Nine twists and turns are your feelings!
The Yellow River flows to Wan Li, and dragons and tigers roar all over China.
Rough waves make history, and golden waves wash away grievances and troubles.
In prosperous times, the world will achieve great things, and the spring breeze will melt the rain and absorb the fragrance.
At present, I am at the top of Mangshan Mountain, singing and traveling in the valley.
4, the true feelings that stand tall in the department of Dachuan and are blazing to the sky.
There are thousands of layers of "peach water" in spring and "ditch-building" in Wan Li in autumn.
Iron shoulders and steel bones shoulder heavy responsibilities and faithfully defend their homes.
A song of Long song is full of righteousness, floating in the wind.
5. Jinbo Wan Li runs in the embankment, and the green willows on the shore are shaded early.
Reed bushes and reeds dance with the wind, herons, birds, ducks and ducks patrol the water.
Han Yu's hometown is elegant, and the Yellow River culture builds the soul of poetry.
Natural simplicity and comeliness, drunk in the wind.
6, rolling the Yellow River crazy flow, something for nothing.
Wan Ali cup of wine in Yunshan, each falls into his own sorrow.