Adapting Ansai waist drum into the form of poetry

A group of thriving young people.

Behind them is a sorghum field. They are as simple as that piece of sorghum.

The cold south wind blows sorghum leaves and their clothes.

They look calm and quiet. The waist drum is close to them, dull, as if it had never sounded. But:

Look!

I made a determined effort as soon as I hit it, and I was driven out of my mind! Hundreds of young people with anticlines and bulging waists, such as hundreds of stones constantly hit by strong earthquakes, dance wildly in front of you. Like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. On the Loess Plateau, what a magnificent and unconstrained dance-Ansai waist drum!

This waist drum makes the cold air heat up immediately, makes the quiet sunshine splash immediately, and makes the sleeping world excited immediately.

Remind people that the flag of sunshine is falling and the wind in A?vagho?a is rustling!

Remind people: Thunder thousands of miles away, the flash of Wan Li!

Remind people: dark and clear, clear and dark, and then clear forever!

No fetters, no fetters, no obstacles. It is the power to break free, break through and break open!

What an Ansai waist drum!

The heavy sound of hundreds of waist drums collided with wild jujube trees in the field on the cliff, and the cliff suddenly turned into a cowhide drum face, only to be heard rumbling, rumbling, rumbling.

The heavy sound of hundreds of waist drums collided with the hearts of the audience who had left all the sundries behind, and the hearts of the audience suddenly turned into cowhide drums, rumbling, rumbling, rumbling.

Rumbling grand lyric, rumbling serious thinking, rumbling earth waves mixed with grass roots between plows, rumbling pain occurs and disappears. ...

What an Ansai waist drum!

The arms, legs and whole body of the younger generation are fighting vigorously, fighting quickly and fighting ups and downs. It shocks you, burns you and threatens you. It makes you feel the existence, activity and prosperity of life more clearly than ever before. It makes you marvel at the body wrapped in the farmer's clothes. Digesting the old pumpkin body with red beans and horns can release such magnificent energy!

On the Loess Plateau, you raised these young people who are full of vigor and vitality. Only you can bear such a thrilling beating! Jiangnan, a water town, is fragile glass, where you can't beat such a waist drum.

Where else can there be such a thick soil layer besides the Loess Plateau?

What a loess plateau! What an Ansai waist drum!

Every dance is full of power. Every dance is spinning. Every dance is a hasty change of light and shadow. Every dance makes people tremble and marvel at the intense artistic enjoyment.

What a happy Ansai waist drum, rich and lively imagination!

Fight harder and harder! The body has become a heavy and flying thought!

Fight harder and harder! I have no secrets in my head!

Fight harder and harder! Pain and joy, life and dreams, getting rid of and pursuing are all intertwined in this dance and drums! Rotating solidification! Go! Radiation! Surfing! Sublimate! People become boundless; Voice, turned into a vast. ...

When it came to an abrupt end, the world was strangely silent, which made people feel strange to her.

It's like being on another planet.

I heard the cock crow in the distance.