The only thing in the world that can be contained, hidden and changed is water. There is also a combination of rigidity and softness, or pride or anger, carrying a boat and overturning it, moistening things silently, all in an instant. Peach blossoms are sometimes elegant and soft, and sometimes they are cracked and wild. Every river can stretch, bend, collect and hide, but I am the Yellow River. Its gorge is a mirror, the plain floats, rushes into the valley, and is covered with thunder and electricity, which changes with the times. When the sky touches the ground, he screams, the sky hugs and he whispers.
I once wandered around Liujiaxia Reservoir in the upper reaches of the Yellow River and marveled at her calm as a mirror. I once lived in Hetao Plain, intoxicated by her rainbow-like flow. I also went back to Longmen and was impressed by her majesty like a lion and a tiger. But when I searched up and down the river and saw the mouth of the kettle, I went crazy. Hukou, located in Jixian County, Shanxi Province, is the only waterfall on the Yellow River. Named for its shape like a spout. At this time, the water flows under the gully, and people look down at the waterfall and only see smoke and water, so that the ship can be dragged out of the river bank and bypass the hukou. That is, "smoke in the river, sailing in the dry land" in the ancient book. It turns out that the Yellow River is here, first because of the mountain pressure, and then because of the flood. It is wild and overwhelming, and Ma Benteng is full of noise. However, just as she was holding her head high, she suddenly fell into a hundred-foot canyon several miles wide, like water in a pot, swinging and spinning. So raindrops began to rainbow, and beads splashed on the plates, forming waterfalls and rafts, such as curtains. Cracking stones and thunder, flying light fog and spitting smoke, tigers roaring in Sichuan, rumbling thousands of miles, dragons shaking the valley, proudly trembling. The waves are undulating and the mountains are like tofu. According to Xu Xiake's records, in the past 300 years, he cut stones in the ditch and cut more than 300 meters. The rapids flew very fast and hit hard stones such as wood and iron. Folks say that a black pig fell into the water and was pulled down in the blink of an eye and turned into a white dolphin. The Yellow River is here, gathering thunder for nine days, condensing the power of rivers and seas, and the power of water to crack stones, crashing to open the way; The rotation of the waves grinds the sand into deep grooves and shallow holes. Looking across the banks, it's wonderful. The rock miles wide at the foot is so gently drilled and rotated above Huang Hetao's head, leading to the way out of the ground and the water from the sky. She jumped with the tide, pushing the mountains and pushing the mountains, carrying a sense of pride, wrapped in the breeze on both sides of the strait, and left smartly, reappearing her calm, gentle, tragic and generous. The road slowly extends into the sea.
Alas, I am persevering with great strength. I will be destroyed when I encounter strong resistance. I will walk around the mountain gently, and I will save the world openly. Beautiful and strong, my Yellow River.