The autumn wind sent a faint fragrance.
Chrysanthemums in the frost provide a season of wheat straw.
Kiss the afterglow of the sunset, and love overflows your gentle eyes.
Looking at the field calmly, the passion flew into the poem.
Listening to the murmur of the Yellow River carries a history of countless sufferings.
Seeing the heavy river sand, how many memories have been accumulated.
Ruined, it's your old face.
The hardships of childhood left an indelible mark.
Wind, frost, rain and snow, half a century of fighting.
A long history, the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization.
The long river of history rolls through the heroic waves of the past.
The strings of time are playing today's brilliant melody!