I used to have a beautiful little girl, and I won every beauty contest. I like to use small fish as hair clips and crystal clear river water as skin. Countless compatriots and sisters envy me, and Brother Changjiang loves me.
Several poets in the Tang Dynasty also wrote about me. For example, Li Bai wrote in his poem "Into the Wine": Don't you see, how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Wang Zhihuan wrote in "torii of the Heron": The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea exhausts the golden river. Climbing a flight of stairs, the vision is 300 miles wide. How many modern songwriters praise my talent and beauty with songs? ...
Since humans built factories around me, all the waste gases and wastes have been discharged into my body, and I feel difficult to breathe. Trees around me were cut down by humans, and animals were captured by humans. Passing birds always feel sorry for me when they see the mess around me.
I was tortured by those ignorant humans and lost my former style. This sweet river once raised countless children, but now it has turned into black sewage. People drank my water, some were poisoned and some were sick. I lost trees, animals and myself. Sometimes, I really don't understand: the Chinese children I have worked so hard to raise don't ask for anything in return. Why did they hurt me like this? Or am I really old?
Man, wake up, don't hurt me, don't hurt the earth again! Come and save my ancient Yellow River!