Write a poem about the Yellow River. One, two and four sentences should rhyme.

The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together. The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, gongs and drums ring all over the world. There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. Wang Bo was buried, no longer rotating, and the Yellow River was still at a loss. Down the river to * * * cowherd language, had to spirit if heaven.