Where the river disappears, everyone has a river hidden in his heart. The distant mountains are far away, and the home is farther away. Where the river disappears, what should I fill the bowl and lift it for whom? No one can sing sad songs anymore. I looked up at the sky where the river disappeared, and no one could believe it. Every star is a tearful eye. Where the river disappears, the earth is so quiet, so quiet that my heart is surging and tears are streaming down my face.
Yellow River, my mother of all ages, you have come from ancient times with the vicissitudes of history. You are full of national humiliation and hatred, flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. You are under the impact of lightning, ice and fire, and you are under the nirvana of the phoenix. From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach, it pushes Ma Benteng to the sea with unstoppable momentum.