The poem describing Hukou Waterfall is as follows:
Hukou
The Yellow River roared and sent a torrent, surging into the hukou. Wonders attract visitors from all over the world, and the mother river warms the water for a thousand years. The north wave of Qilv Hukou Waterfall is near the boulder beach, and the cliff end of the river is suddenly piled up. The beam plunged into the slope and splashed the fog to climb the iron lock fence. Wrapped in flowers and taking advantage of the situation, the floating waves are not turbulent. The sound of beating the rock is broadcast for two or three miles, and it is only then that the heart-pounding waterfall is cold. Niannujiao Hukou Waterfall.
the yellow river is rolling, filling the spout. It's hard to measure the scenery from a broad perspective. Waves and waves, splashes, waterfalls hanging upside down. Sailing on dry land, clear sky and rain, turbid waves like snow. You've been drinking Li Shu's heroes for ages. Think of Taibai in the past, drunk and sing the water in the sky, and good poetry will grow. Slow flow on the stone, gently lifted, the shadow vaguely faded. I waste my infatuation, I stay in a daze for a long time, and the fog is wet and silky. Looking back now, it is difficult to read the bright moon on the river.
Composition describing waterfalls:
The Yellow River is the mother river of the Chinese nation. Hukou Waterfall above the Yellow River is a great spectacle. Although I have already heard the name of Hukou Waterfall, I have never had a chance to watch it with my own eyes. When we came to Shaanxi this time, we drove away regardless of the distance, just to see the true content of Hukou Waterfall.
Before I saw the Yellow River, the deafening sound had already reached my ears. The sound of the rapids hitting the rocks was particularly boiling. For the Hukou Waterfall, which I haven't seen yet, I have already stirred up a thousand waves with a stone in my heart. Sitting on the scenic bus, I saw a series of yellow water curtains flying back and forth through the layers of trees.
The voice is getting louder and louder, and Hukou Waterfall has unveiled her mystery. What comes to my face is layers of water vapor like mist. Close your eyes and listen carefully to the roar of the Yellow River, which is the teachings of a strict mother. Under her guidance, the Chinese nation is United and self-reliant, creating a miracle of an eastern power.
The tortuous rocks under her feet have been washed out bit by bit in tens of millions of years. Every inch of loess and every reef is a witness to her vicissitudes. When I opened my eyes, Hukou Waterfall fell from the flat to a cave tens of meters deep, and it broke into pieces of water spray, which became layers of water mist floating on the Yellow River and then fell back into the water. Everyone in China, like the layers of spray and the Yellow River, will always be home.