the Yellow River
Yellow River, Yellow River, Yellow River flowing eastward day and night.
Go, jump, a dragon goes forward.
Looking at Qian Shan from afar, the mountains and valleys are rough and the waves are like the sea. Breaking waves, impact, impact, passion, the clanging sound of pig iron hitting bronze.
A trickle, flowing from the grassland, full of deep affection for the grassland; A trickle, melting from the snow-capped mountains, filled with the crystal purity of the snow-capped mountains. Thousands of trickling rivers converge, from plateau grassland, plain lake, mountain stream and deep valley, flowing eastward, ups and downs, stretching for thousands of miles, winding and magnanimous.
Deep quality, consistent with Changhong, fearless setbacks, tenacious struggle, and create a majestic momentum. A goshawk soared, overlooking the moment when the sky was pierced by fire and electric shock. Its wings struck sharp thunder and looked sideways at the river.
Sunlight shines into the depths of the river, polishes the yellow background, deposits on our skin, engraves the permanent skin color, and shines with leisurely thoughts.
The kindness of maternal love fills every drop of water and gently blows away the heavy sadness, helplessness and sadness in my heart; The broadness of motherhood shines in every underwater sound, containing the world, secular and complex. Life is tense and calm.
The Yellow River, like Jing, flutters with the wind. Full of sunshine, listening to the vicissitudes of the Yellow River. The unfathomable height is still persistent, releasing life, and the sun is banging on the bones deep in the soul. Heroes, the eternal theme of the Yellow River.
Standing by the river, life is passionate by the river. Chinese sons and daughters, for five thousand years, they have been working tirelessly along the Yellow River, which flows from ancient times to the sea. Dock with the sea and bear the broad mind of the sea.
I want to go upstream, cross every drop of water and every river, return to grassland and snow-capped mountains, dive into the source of life, dormant into a bright flower, feel the beating pulse of the Yellow River, feel the kindness of the vicissitudes of the Yellow River, pour out my deep attachment to my mother's Yellow River, and stubbornly stick to my pride in her mother's Yellow River.
the Yangtze River
Yangtze River, Yangtze River, rolling Yangtze River flows eastward.
Yangtze River, Yangtze River, and I watch the long river always roll forward.
Yangtze River, a fierce horse.
The rushing river waves from the mountains, impacting hard helplessness. Apes on both sides of the strait kept crying.
Against the current, one boat and one fish fight hard, the boatman's horn stirs frustration, knocks on the bank of suffering, burns with passion, and beautiful flowers bloom in every bright spring.
Jiang Niao swept the rough waves and roared into my throat; Blood swells and penetrates my heart, and blood surges and surges, bearing in mind the immortal promise. Time came to an abrupt end. The river is silent.
The sun shines brightly and heavily, turning the Yangtze River into a golden texture.
The Yangtze River, the passionate blood vessel on the earth, always lurks wise and free-spirited thoughts, making the mountains and rivers beat violently.
Through the magnificence of time and space, Kuafu's grandeur is described or compared, showing the lofty sentiments since ancient times. A drop of water from the Yangtze River condenses the sudden infinite power.
The Yangtze river, the Yangtze river, is vast and mighty, hitting the sky directly, melting the crazy soul into eternity and heroism.