Colorful land lyric prose

Between one tree and another, between one city and another, there are fruits, festivals and time. Green leaves, sunshine and running water depict my hometown and my motherland. Beauty and vitality shocked the eyes and steel, and the train chased in speed, brush and silence.

From 9: 23 am to 6: 30 pm, the train polished the tracks brightly, reflecting the blue sky and the full moon. I sat on a stool and looked out the window at the peaks, tunnels, colorful towns and golden Yuan Ye. Sometimes a white cloud is connected to an iron tower, and sometimes the car whistle and autumn wind float high on the horizon, like adverbs or adjectives, looking for or modifying the rhythm of the picture.

There are dinosaurs on the roof, with a long tail and a crimson body. The lifelike shape is very eye-catching. Oh, the happy world of Wuhu Fangte has also been cut down. Liveliness and joy should be aimed at more eyes.

The train stopped at a platform and a tram was connected at once. Melon seeds and drinks are all colored, and the shouts are unique. All the scenes are coherent. The red flag whistle, 15 yuan's box lunch and the crawling posture on the iron frame bed are all tidbits and necessary docking.

K46 was fast enough, and the twilight flooded the day. A whole day, I was still in Anhui, my motherland is so big! My friend is waiting for me! From Huangshan Mountain to Suzhou, the earth loosens the fist-like mountains and spreads the palm-like plains. I saw neat corn, low beans, golden grains and bright lights. Colorful land has been harvested! Gorgeous October is boiling! There are people and things I love there.

Yellow river

The silence and cold of the snow-capped mountains are transmitted from ancient times. The leaked news bloomed loudly in every splash. Can the' stone' on the shore become a boiling song?

Sunshine, falling into the trough for a while, being lifted to the top of the wave for a while, leading the trend. A big river bends to the left, and the noise increases confidence again.

Sheepskin rafts roam the sky and turn over ancient rivers. Ears of wheat, tofu pudding and Chinese characters are condensed in the waves, illuminating the storm and raising the village. They covered plains and hills, and the muddy yellow background drifted away? The mountaintop and reading have been washed very clean, with direction and significance, without any impurities and messy grass.

The Yellow River, as bright as your bronze, is polished by plateau, loess, bumps and eyes. Every wrinkle is full of dazzling shock waves. A mountain has been cut in half, and Lanzhou is smiling in your running.