Northern Shaanxi is a melodious poetic rhyme, a colorful Chinese painting and a ups and downs folk song.
"In April, the human wheatgrass, mountain temple peach blossom in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go. " Outside the window, the rape blossoms flashed, and Huang Cancan was stiff and stubborn in the sun. Unlike Jiangnan's gentleness and gracefulness, it greets me heroically and enters my heart, which makes people unable to refuse. The rape flowers in the south have turned green, and the rape flowers in the north of Saibei have just bloomed, with the joy of yangko and the heroic spirit of believing in heaven.
Look, peach blossom? Peach blossom! The wild peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains along the way dyed the rolling mountains pink and white, stretching for dozens of kilometers. A cluster here and a cluster there echo each other across the ravine, as if pulling home: hello, are you there? Ah, here I am-delicate and soft, lively and lively folk songs, beautiful and beautiful.
A cherry blossom is unwilling to lag behind, and love is swaying in the wind! Clusters of flowers are like your eyes, and enthusiasm is like red lines and blue flowers. I really love people.
Oh, what a northern Shaanxi, what a southern China! It is completely different from the impression of the loess high slope!
In fact, in the early years, the jungles in northern Shaanxi were dense and tree-lined. Once, due to the war, northern Shaanxi was blown to a bare hill. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, Chiang Kai-shek's troops besieged Yan 'an in an attempt to block Yan 'an with food shortage. 1941March, the 359th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army launched a famous large-scale production campaign in Nanniwan. So there is the classic singing method of Nanniwan: crops are everywhere, cattle and sheep are everywhere ... the success of self-help in production is called Nanniwan spirit. Nanniwan spirit is an important part of Yan 'an spirit, and its spiritual core of self-reliance and hard struggle inspires generations of Chinese sons and daughters to overcome difficulties and win victory. Now returning farmland to forests in northern Shaanxi and sowing seeds in the air by plane, Yan' an is lush and colorful again.
People are flowing landscapes. The old man in northern Shaanxi, wearing a white towel, stood on a high stool and sang loudly. Melodious songs crossed thousands of valleys and reached Shanxi on the other side of the Yellow River. Tourists stopped to watch. Song is the language of people in northern Shaanxi, and the mountains in northern Shaanxi are connected with mountains and valleys. The special terrain makes communication very inconvenient, and you need to roar to make the other party hear. Over time, the high-pitched voice and loud voice of the people in northern Shaanxi have been developed. In Yan 'an Hotel, I specifically asked a waiter and a security guard: Do people in northern Shaanxi sing folk songs? They say that even children can shout a few times. This magical land gave birth to Xintianyou and the most beautiful folk songs in northern Shaanxi in the world.
Yan 'an is the holy land of revolution and the birthplace of thought. How can you come to Yan 'an without seeing Yan 'an Nursery School? Yan 'an Nursery School gives people the strongest feeling that it hits the soul directly and the shock brought by sound and light special effects. The combination of 75-minute performance, filled with smoke, calf love, military and civilian fish and water, rain song and Ansai waist drum not only has strong ornamental and visual impact, but also always makes people cry in the depths.
If you think that northern Shaanxi is an affectionate, gentle and graceful woman, you are wrong. Northern Shaanxi is a hero.
Listen, rumbling, rumbling sounds are coming from deep underground. Such as Ma Benteng, such as drums ringing, magnificent. I didn't see the Yellow River, and my inner excitement was already aroused by the deafening sound of the waves: Did you see how the water of the Yellow River rushed out of heaven and entered the ocean, never to return? When I was at Hukou Waterfall, I saw the Yellow River surging, tragic and lofty, rushing to low-lying places without hesitation, winding into a white chain and disappearing at the end of the day. With the whistling wind, my ears suddenly whirled: Do you know dozens of bays of the Yellow River in the world? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays. Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of ferrymen came to move the boat ... It made people seem to see the winding Yellow River and countless images of boats and ferrymen.
Oh, the Yellow River, the Yellow River with both rigidity and softness, you are a magnificent symphony, you are a lullaby sung in a low voice; You are a passionate jet, and you are a misty rain; You are the king of the world and you are a charming smile. ...
After Yan 'an, the Yellow River and northern Shaanxi, the plane history in the book finally stood up! How can I be shocked by the rush of blood? Is it a poem? Is it Xintianyou? Is it a rolling Yellow River or a thick loess slope? Is it the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor in 5,000 years, or the Holy Land of the Red Revolution? Is it the charm of blue flowers or Ansai's heroic waist drum? Yes, neither. Eight hundred miles in Qinchuan, the dust is flying, and 30 million Laoshan roared with Qinqiang opera, a bowl of beard and a beaming face, so as not to let Chili whisper.
Northern Shaanxi is an ordinary world hidden in caves; It is an impassioned Shaanxi opera with a broad voice; All the way is rich, deep and touching!