Psalm 1: where the river disappears.
Thoughts drifting away. There is a hidden river in everyone's heart. The distant mountains are far away. Home is farther away. Where the river disappears. What should I fill the sea bowl with? To whom? No one can sing sad songs anymore. Where the river disappears.
I look up at the sky. No one can believe it. Every star is a tearful eye. Where the river disappears. The earth is so quiet. Silence makes my heart surge. She was in tears.
Appreciation: This passage expresses the author's profound thoughts. Everyone has his own Neijiang, but the distant mountain is gone, and the home is farther away. The author doesn't know who to hold the sea bowl for and give it to. No one sings sad songs, where the river passes. The author looks up at the sky and feels that every star is a tearful eye. When the earth was so quiet, the author's mood aroused waves and tears.
Psalm 2: Yellow River.
My old and young mother. You bear the vicissitudes of history. From ancient times. You are full of national humiliation and resentment. Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. You are wrapped in lightning-the impact of ice and fire. Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana. From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach. Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
Appreciation: This passage depicts the author's mother carrying the burden of history and coming all the way from the distant past. She bears the shame and resentment of the nation, bears the impact of lightning and ice fire, and suffers like a phoenix nirvana. She flows under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, trickling from the source to Libai Beach in the estuary, driving the momentum of Ma Benteng to the sea. She is an old and young mother, shouldering the historical mission of her ancestors and moving forward resolutely.
Psalm 3: I know rivers.
I know rivers. I know that rivers as old as the world are older than the blood flowing in human veins. My soul has become as deep as a river. At dawn, I bathed in the Euphrates River. I built a small house by the Congo River, and the river gurgled me to sleep. I had a bird's eye view of the Nile and built a pyramid along it.
When Lincoln went to New Orleans, I heard the singing of the Mississippi River, and I saw its muddy chest shining golden in the sunset. I know rivers: ancient and dark rivers. My soul has become as deep as a river.
Appreciation: This passage describes the author's understanding and feeling of the river. He thinks that rivers as old as the world are older than the blood in human veins, which makes his soul deep. He bathed in the Euphrates River, the Congo River, the Nile River and other places, built huts, watched the pyramids, listened to the singing of the Mississippi River, and watched it shine golden in the sunset. The author thinks that this river is ancient and dark, but it is also mysterious and deep, so his soul has become as deep as this river.