The Yellow River sank.
From Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
A little-known mound began.
draw out
Yellowing water
Put the rough stone tools of our ancestors
And the sobs of China people.
Bury sth deeply
Converge into a cry and expand the exotic life.
Yellow carpet
Bohai bay coast
Extend to the Dragon Palace
One day.
Wang lung in Donghai
Bring a beautiful dragon lady.
Come to the carpet.
Yuelaoxia
Accompanied by the vigorous "boatman ballad"
* * * Drink a glass of cold moonlight.
Hejiu
Yellow skin and black hair
Claiming to be related to ...
The Soul of the Yellow River Nation
Ah, the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation,
You come from the snow-capped mountains,
I know, simplicity is your nature.
At this moment, I stand beside you,
Feel the spiritual shock you brought me.
Quiet, quiet
Mysterious light and shadow are projected on the water,
The horizon retreated to the edge of time and consciousness,
Thousands of voices are silent in the depths of the bare plain.
Avoid your rolling waves,
I am listening in a drop of your water.
The voice of the sage comes from ancient times,
Ups and downs are sacred traces of origin.
Listen,
The water is beating,
This is an inviolable appointment and power,
Make women look like water,
Men are surging.
The turbulent waves record the eternal passage,
The sound of bells and drums in the depths of running water.
I know, that's
That's the principle of life that you convey to the world in the form of running water, which is guarded by waves.
I clearly remember,
You lit up your first face,
You lit your first dream,
You are in charge of all the fruits of autumn,
It is a platform for you to pass on the Millennium historical story to future generations.
There you are, running all the way east.
You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry.
You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets.
Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage.
Love life,
You fell from the sky.
Moisten all the way, nourish all the way,
I praise you, ancient river!
Yellow river
Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes
Grass and gold surge in my chest.
I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing
My tears and expression are turbid.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back. You're back.
My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.
My destiny has a bright future.
My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.
My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.
I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.
My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.
When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.
When I drag my children, take care of the old and the young, and walk on your road.
When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head
When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.
At the beginning of my life, it was a thousand words with similar nature and kindness.
My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.
A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia
I smile with tears in my eyes.
My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song
My excitement is full of light.
My surging efforts
My sonorous bones
The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my dream-driven China.