Returning from the distant sky
Coming from ancient times
What kind of tune should I use to lament
Your endless flow for thousands of years
Black reproduction, Yellow is strong
the footprint of the growth of Chinese civilization
there are not many twists and turns
all of them turn into billowing turbid waves
Look at the ninety-nine bends of fate
Every splash
agitation cry
comes from the hottest expectation in the depths of the earth
the call to the national totem
the Chinese people who are connected by blood from generation to generation < Fang
can't find Hebo's water map and Dayu's mud clothes
gone with the wind
but only every immortal ballad about you
is still sung on both sides of history
nursery rhymes praising the Yellow River 2,
I spent the whole summer
chasing your turbulent skirt
like a dead rack of a sheepskin raft
I have been exposed to my heart
when I counted the white clouds floating across the blue sky
when the sand in your pocket
shook off the thick banks
that boy
. The sea
and the Yellow River below
Tragedy in rainy days
inextricably intertwined
After he followed a beautiful posture
all the way into the museum,
he couldn't hold back his inner surge
He stole a short-lived love
He shouted to the Yellow River
He wrote on the shore again and again. Memories
always cross at a loss
with a little sadness
When I can't see the Yellow River in the future
Every casual night
I still hear the Yellow River surging
and rolling in.