Grass and gold surge in my chest.
I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing
My tears and expression are turbid.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back. You're back.
My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.
My destiny has a bright future.
My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.
My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.
I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.
My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.
When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.
When I drag my children, take care of the old and the young, and walk on your road.
When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head
When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.
At the beginning of my life, it was a thousand words with similar nature and kindness.
My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.
A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia
I smile with tears in my eyes.
My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song
My excitement is full of light.
My surging efforts
My sonorous bones
The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my dream-driven China.
The Yellow River sank.
From Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
A little-known mound began.
draw out
Yellowing water
Put the rough stone tools of our ancestors
And the sobs of China people.
Bury sth deeply
Converge into a cry and expand the exotic life.
Yellow carpet
Bohai bay coast
Extend to the Dragon Palace
One day.
Wang lung in Donghai
Bring a beautiful dragon lady.
Come to the carpet.
Yuelaoxia
Accompanied by the vigorous "boatman ballad"
* * * Drink a glass of cold moonlight.
Hejiu
Yellow skin and black hair
Claiming to be related to ...
The Soul of the Yellow River Nation
Ah, the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation,
You come from the snow-capped mountains,
I know, simplicity is your nature.
At this moment, I stand beside you,
Feel the spiritual shock you brought me.
Quiet, quiet
Mysterious light and shadow are projected on the water,
The horizon retreated to the edge of time and consciousness,
Thousands of voices are silent in the depths of the bare plain.
Avoid your rolling waves,
I am listening in a drop of your water.
The voice of the sage comes from ancient times,
Ups and downs are sacred traces of origin.
Listen,
The water is beating,
This is an inviolable appointment and power,
Make women look like water,
Men are surging.
The turbulent waves record the eternal passage,
The sound of bells and drums in the depths of running water.
I know, that's
That's the principle of life that you convey to the world in the form of running water, which is guarded by waves.
I clearly remember,
You lit up your first face,
You lit your first dream,
You are in charge of all the fruits of autumn,
It is a platform for you to pass on the Millennium historical story to future generations.
There you are, running all the way east.
You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry.
You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets.
Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage.
Love life,
You fell from the sky.
Moisten all the way, nourish all the way,
I praise you, ancient river!
I am the Yellow River.
The bitter white hair of Everest's mother fluttered on her forehead.
Crying all the year round, this hopeless fate, this helpless fate
Tears are the first and last torture of the living.
I'm coming, I'm the Yellow River.
I don't know where Bayan Kara is going.
Wearing blue clothes, wandering in the boundless mountains and rivers with low eyes.
My eyes are dull. What am I doing between heaven and earth?
I am the Yellow River?
Shapotou long-term collapse, longing for a compassionate smile.
The golden wind chime of the peerless golden bell silently bowing to the sand camel team.
The dazzling skin color of the desert is like a golden silk.
Beautiful complexion, golden complexion
Listen to the desert wasteland, ancient battlefield, iron horse, Jin Ge, whistling and killing.
Proud Qingtongxia Beautiful Qingtongxia Desolate Sunset
Gradually show the texture of bronze, the true color of bronze, the great son
Oh, by the way, I'm the Yellow River.
On the dense bones at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the emperor was dark.
Layers of palaces, a dark one came riding a white horse, and the horse collapsed.
Touching the grave, the grass is green and my fingers are shaking. I am the Yellow River.
I am the Yellow River.
The winding strokes of the Great Wall in Wan Li write down a nation.
High-profile fantasy of self-esteem, the real Great Wall is built.
The skeleton of a country. Bones like gold.
I am the Yellow River.
Strong love and hate, strong sympathy, strong resentment.
People who are suffering from the backlog of registered permanent residence will not say, beat their chests and feet.
Due to the inner level 8 thunder, since I have come, I will never come back.
Oh, fate, I am the Yellow River.
A drop of turbid tears hatched a loud and clear letter swim.
Listening to the wandering souls of heaven lingered on the Loess Plateau for a long time.
Love, because of its high price, has become an unparalleled gamble.
A romantic trip to heaven.
It was not until the throat obstruction came to an abrupt end that my heart was broken.
The acacia ship sails from me to you.
The roaring roar still longs for the embrace of the coast.
Oh, Niangniang Beach, Prince Beach.
It was conceived between Yinshan Mountain in Helan Mountain and Ordos Plateau.
Rich breasts and fat buttocks have raised a lush yellow-skinned population.
Children with yellow skin are running happily in the fields.
What do warm people still yearn for?
The picturesque and colorful Hetao Plain unfolds with the wind.
Countless disasters, countless patience, countless expectations, countless setbacks.
The mellow wine is still held high above the head, facing the gods.
I am the Yellow River.
And in the yellow area, it is difficult to say pain and worry.
The stormy waves beat against the coast, and the huge practice of breaking silver scattered shrapnel everywhere.
Disaster. Innocent people have been frightened and confused for a long time.
Inexplicably agitated, I am the Yellow River.
The winding tide put hands together and returned to calm.
There is always such a clear peace that has saved me.
Listen attentively to the dignified Sanskrit, which is the voice of nature.
I am a human being, and I yearn for God.
Pray to the gods, to God, and to all beings.
I know there are diseases, suffering, death and aging.
Gods, please avoid the disaster of life and love God, Buddha and Buddha.
To my people, I am the Yellow River.
Gently touch the dimples on your lips with the soft spring breeze.
Touch your rough palm, touch your air-dried dream.
Touch your meditation in the middle of the night and touch your morning glory.
Dear, I am the Yellow River.
When I came, Maduo Zhaling Lake took the wisdom beach and sat on the Buddha.
What disappeared, God or Wisdom?
The sandstorm swept away the soul of the vegetation and left the body in the desert.
Ladies and gentlemen, you should be on your guard.
Walking into the dark dusk in the temperate Dongying Delta.
The widest, wettest and youngest wind blows the soul.
When you enter old age, you will have a deeper thinking about youth.
Yes, I'm the Yellow River.
The red-crowned crane dances and tells a distant story.
The story of a yellow-skinned girl becoming a mother
Mother's group is decorated with1300 million glittering gold foil.
I am the Yellow River.
I will inherit my destiny and go to the sea and yellow land.
The word "love" written down cannot be washed away or changed.
Holding a huge golden cup for my China.
I am the Yellow River.