Although the breeze is silent, it is not unintentional. The swaying wicker is its moving dance; The jingling wind chimes are its melodious songs; The turbulent waves are its unyielding integrity, the drifting clouds are your unrestrained pursuit of freedom, and the wonderful pictures and sounds are the memories of the golden years in the breeze.
③ The Loess Plateau is my standing chest; The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood; Huangdi Mausoleum is my ancient homesickness; The spring tide in the Yellow Sea is my stirring voice; Huangshan Jinsong is my unyielding backbone; Huangpu Bridge is my outstretched arm; Daxinganling is my hard rib; Dongting Poyang is my bright eyes; Himalaya is my high head; The majestic Great Wall is my unyielding backbone.
I tried my best. The first two articles were written by myself, and the third one was copied from the website.
If satisfied, hope to adopt!