Yellow River water, water of hope; Yellow River water, the water of China. Yellow river water, you are here; Call from afar.
Yellow river water yo, your enthusiasm; Flowing in my heart. Yellow River water, fast-flowing water; Yellow River water, the water of endeavor.
Yellow river water yo, upward water; Yellow river water, strong water. Yellow river water yo, you witnessed; Five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
Yellow River water yo, hero's water; How many miracles have you created? Yellow River water, great water! Yellow River water yo, tireless water.
The Yellow River is flowing to the sea; Roar away. 2. The most beautiful Yellow River Author: Wan never knew the preciousness of love until he burst into tears with laughter. Although your face is not gorgeous, the Yellow River is the most beautiful. You treat the blue sky and white clouds as sisters. You treat wind, frost, rain and snow as brothers. I am just a millet beside you. I was fed into granules by your emulsion. Wherever I go, we can't deny our relationship. Although your face has crossed the century, there are hundreds of battles in your arms. Only by tying skirts and long sleeves tightly to the hearts of both sides of the strait and shedding tears, can I know the true meaning of love. The most beautiful Yellow River will never be a thing of the past in my heart. 3. Gentle author by the Yellow River: I stretched myself and yawned while fishing for snow. Lazy sunset is the mellow wine that has precipitated the years. In the sky-blue goblet, there is a faint fragrance.
The mountains and rivers condensed in the ripples are flowing and the roses are happy. Gently kissing the familiar land, the Yellow River water at dusk, my heart is full, with the tenderness of whirlpool.
Slowly, slowly, attract all the beauty. Be gentle, be gentle again.
The wet evening breeze caresses your face like a hot towel. Knead the gentle haze into a twisted question mark.
The boundless balcony is faintly visible, and golden times is within reach. Why do you still, often get lost, as if you have lost something important? Looking back suddenly, your smooth hair turned into a string, which was played into a dream of "meeting you" by the dense lights. Your warm little smile turned into faint wine, sang with Sha Ou and read a long-lost "Slow Voice".
So, at that moment, I found the answer. You are a poem I accidentally left behind in my last life.
In the long river of time, I have been lonely for thousands of years. Finally, God has mercy to let you and I meet again in this quiet time.
Dear, let me spend my life reading you carefully. 4. "Love of the Yellow River" Author: The poet approached without worshipping, just stopped to meditate and stare at the surging waves in his dream, mixed with the warmest expectations, but in front of him it was far-reaching and tended to be dull. The wind told the wandering sand, poured out the footprints confused by the wind, no matter how deep-and pretended not to be satisfied with the call of the wanderer so far. I still don't know how much regret I need to cover up my attachment to the Yellow River ... 5. "Soul of the Yellow River" Author: Poet, I tried to fall from the stone dam to embrace my elongated mother of the Yellow River. I was lost in the dense weeds, so I couldn't follow the so-called way of knowing and doing, and fell into a detour. The embrace of circuitous civilization needs a brutal leap. I took off my shoes and socks, stepped into the mud and walked towards Huangsha. My mother finally hugged me and the sunset was driven away. In front of the Yellow River, only the riding brothers of the Yellow River sang distant songs: The Yellow River, with a total length of 5,464 kilometers and a drainage area of 795,000 square kilometers, is the river in China, the sixth largest river in the world and the second largest river in China.
Originated in Bayan Kara, Qinghai Province, it flows zigzag through Qinghai, Sichuan, Gansu, Ningxia, Inner Mongolia, Shaanxi, Shanxi, Henan and Shandong provinces. Because the middle section of the river flows through the Loess Plateau in China and carries a lot of sediment, it is also called the river with the largest sediment concentration in the world.
In the history of China, the human civilization along the Yellow River has brought great influence. It is one of the most important birthplaces of the Chinese nation and is called "Mother River". Almost1600 million tons of sediment is produced every year, of which1200 million tons flows into the sea, and the remaining 400 million tons remain in the lower reaches of the Yellow River for many years, forming an alluvial plain, which is conducive to planting.
The areas where the Yellow River flows from the source to Guide are mostly mountainous areas and grassland plateaus. The ownership of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau; The peak is over 3000 meters above sea level; The valley at the source is over 4200 meters above sea level. The topography on both sides of the source valley is gentle and the drainage is not smooth; Formed a large swamp and many lakes. Guide is located in the Loess Plateau, starting from Jin Meng, with Xibo and Weihe valleys in Lvliang in the south, Ordos Plateau in the north and Lanzhou Valley in the west. The elevation of the Loess Plateau is generally 1, 000- 1, 300m, with uneven landform and steep slope. The gully ground slope is 1.5-20 degrees, the gully area accounts for 40-50%, the gully density is 3-5km/km2, and the cutting depth exceeds/kloc-0. Below Jin Meng, it enters the low-lying North China Plain, with an altitude of no more than 50 meters. After entering the downstream, the river channel is flat, and the average gradient is only 0. 12%. The water flow slows down and a lot of sediment is deposited, which is 4-5 meters above the ground. Due to the repeated diversion of the Yellow River, the fan-shaped ancient riverbed and ancient natural dike have become inclined plains with alternating gentle hills and depressions, and the depressions are relatively open and flat.
2. Ode to the Yellow River, a modern poem about the Yellow River (before it happened), my friend! The Yellow River, with its heroism, appeared in Yuan Ye, Asia; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and powerful! Here, we celebrate the Yellow River.
I stood at the top of the mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward. The surging waves set off a huge wave; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; Running from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea; Split the Central Plains in two.
Ah! Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah! Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and building the barrier of our nation with your heroic physique. Ah! Yellow River! You poured down, majestic, and stretched out thousands of iron arms to the north and south banks.
The great spirit of our nation will be cultivated and carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you! Yellow River Author: The days and nights when the snow in my eyes roared away, the green grass in my chest was golden, the robes of Emperor Yan, the tears and expressions of Huangdi's Neijing, the mud and sand in that place, my endless youth, my bloody breath, when I was holding a copper pot to warm a river of tears, who suppressed your pounding chest in your drunken boat? I expect the Yellow River of Beidou to be full of thunder, and a thousand diaries will be taken away by you. You are the back of Qian Fan and the back of Qian Fan. You are roaring back, my feelings are extravagant and wasteful, my fate is dark and flowery, my silent father is choked with dry smoke, my nagging mother's forehead is blackened by stove fire, Lanzhou beef noodles have too many peppers, and Shaanxi mutton has soaked my salt. When I lead the birds and animals, I disappear at your noisy entrance at dusk. When I am dragging my children, my old age and my young age on your way, when the brazier above me bows to your deep source, when I open your muddy and imminent Yellow River with memories, I am eager for the harvest of the earth after the storm. My black hair and white hair are as long as three thousands of feet, my flying down the Yellow River for several thousands of feet, my iron horse glacier dreams of the Yellow River, and my canoe crosses the Yellow River of Wanzhong Mountain. The Yellow River, taking away my songs, can't take away my feelings. The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart. The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried. I don't hit the south wall. I don't look back. I don't see a coffin. I don't cry. I didn't see the Great Wall. I can't see the sea. I don't want to die. I am blowing against the bustling river. I stumbled. I can't see an inseparable river. I can't turn stones into foam, bones into waves, sorghum into a pool of blood, and tears into an ear of highland barley. When my feet are covered with muddy water, I hold an industrious Yellow River in my hand. You are the song I want to sing when I am tired. Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears. Folk songs are full of apricot flowers and wet villages. The north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei Yellow River. I am the mountain you grew up watching. My great grandson Zhao Li. One hundred surnames of Zhou Wang, Wu and Zheng, at the beginning of my life, I was similar in nature and temperament and distant in knowledge, my compendium of materia medica, my brilliant history of 24 years in China, my dream of red mansions with sleepless eyes, my everlasting regret song of tears and laughter, my ups and downs of boatman's song, my lively and bright lights, my surging and hearty efforts and my sonorous bones. The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and the mountains and waves built by your water ignite your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends little by little. Raise a glass to drown my sorrows, and I am even more worried about the existence of the Yellow River, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a knife. When the sun shines on my head, Frost hums that nursery rhyme, you are my dream-driven China.
3. Modern Yellow River Poetry: Yellow River Writing/Picking up Wild Cold
Yellow River, you meander.
There is no muddy yellow that is too thick to melt.
Could it be the morning makeup of euphemistic Jasper in prosperous Jiangnan?
The Yellow River, if there are no neat rows of exposed piers.
Seen from a distance, this long, dry and thin beach,
Will it be a beautiful, rich and tidal summer coastline?
Yellow River! I recite that mountains cover the white sun.
Back in a fog.
When I was about to enter the wine, I sang softly, yelling at Wan Li to touch the Dragon Gate!
Yellow River, can tears also affect the pale earth and chest of Fengze?
I would like to flow with you silently and persistently.
This kind of sadness that goes far away from Wan Li and sinks into the sea and wants to hide deeply!
4. Fan Zhongyan, an ancient poem and modern poem about the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, is a fisherman on the river and loves the beauty of perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. Mujiangyin-Bai Juyi sprinkles water at sunset, half river is rustling and half river is red.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Looking at Tianmen Mountain-Li Bai Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Early release of Bai Di City-Li Bai resigned from Cai Yun, Bai Di, and returned to Jiangling in a day.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. A letter from the capital-Yuan Kaijiang is 3000 miles long, 15 lines.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. The scenery along the Huichong River-Su Shi, the prophet of warming ducks along the river, has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. On the river-Wang Anshi, the autumn shade in the north of the river is half open, and the clouds are rainy but low.
There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming. On the way to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran-Li Bai's old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan Baishan has no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. There is a bosom on the early cold river-Meng Haoran, and there is a north wind in the cold water zone.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. 1 The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
(Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa") 3. Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
(Li Bai's "Into the Wine") 4. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress") 5. The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are all on the Tongguan road.
(Zhang "Tongguan Nostalgia") 6. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. It is difficult for Li Bai to go.
5. What is the modern poem about the Yellow River? 1. Yellow River Ode.
Author: Liu
Yellow river,
Magnificent Yellow River;
From the sky to the sky.
Yellow river,
Hero's Yellow River;
Create countless miracles on earth.
Yellow river,
The Yellow River in China;
Showing the courtesy of China people.
Yellow river,
Poetic Yellow River;
Made countless beautiful chapters.
Yellow river,
The ancient Yellow River;
Shining with the soul of China.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in spring;
Thinking of jasmine flowers in full bloom in spring.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in summer;
Like green trees in the sky.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in autumn;
Depicted a colorful world.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in winter;
Gave birth to new life.
Yellow river,
Beautiful Yellow River;
Your tomorrow is even more dazzling.
2. Ode to the Yellow River
Author: Just before it happened
Ah, friend!
With his heroism,
Vilen is in Asia at the moment;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
There, we sang praises to the Yellow River.
6. Appreciate modern Yellow River poems.
Talking about the Yellow River only for the sake of water (proverb): Metaphor has only a few words and only one purpose. Example: You don't have to argue any more. You still have a problem with me.
? You can't wash it if you jump into the Yellow River. The original meaning of this sentence is that you have suffered a lot of grievances, even if you jump into a big river like the Yellow River, you can't wash it away.
In fact, no matter who jumps into the Yellow River, you can't get rid of it. At the same time, the sediment particles in the Yellow River are very fine, and sometimes the river even turns into mud, which is really difficult to wash on the body, and it really becomes "jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed clearly".
? It seems that he will not die until he reaches the Yellow River. ? Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
This poem is about the Yellow River rushing from the distant horizon in the west and rolling eastward into the sea. Today, "how the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky" is often used to describe the phenomenon of "hanging the river" in the lower reaches of the Yellow River.
"Hanging river" refers to a river whose riverbed is higher than the ground on both sides of the river, also known as "the river on the ground". The cause of the suspended river is that from a river with high sediment concentration to a river with open valley, small slope and gentle flow, a large amount of sediment accumulates, the riverbed keeps rising, and the water level correspondingly rises. In order to prevent water damage, the dams on both sides of the river have been continuously raised, and the riverbed has been higher than the ground on both sides of the river for a long time, becoming a "suspended river".
After the Yellow River reaches the lower reaches, about 400 million tons of sediment is deposited in the lower reaches every year, and the riverbed is raised year by year, making the lower reaches of the Yellow River a world-famous "suspended river". At present, the riverbed in the lower reaches of the Yellow River is generally 3-5m higher than the ground outside the dike, but it is as high as10m in Cao Gang, fengqiu county, Henan.
It's really "how does the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky?" Because the river is higher than the ground, generally speaking, the lower reaches of the Yellow River below Zhengzhou become the watershed of Huaihe River and Haihe River. Strictly speaking, the banks of the Yellow River no longer belong to the Yellow River basin.
As the saying goes, Huang Hefu and Ningxia will not die until they reach the Yellow River, while Wuzhong is the richest. There is still a day when the Yellow River will be clarified. How can you not die until you reach the Yellow River in Ningxia, Huang Hefu, or shed tears until you reach the coffin? Folklore related to the Yellow River: Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame. It runs as it pleases, like a grinning monster, growling day and night, devouring thousands of fertile fields.
Bite Chung Shan Man, the Hui people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a slash-and-burn life at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the ditch. At that time, Ningxia was not a plain bordered by Ma Pingchuan, but green mountains and valleys. There is no flat field, and no field can be irrigated with Yellow River water.
Idiom: The mainstay Haiyan River is clear, the river is clear, Haiyan River is clear, the river is clear, the carp yue longmen is clear, the mainstay is clear, and waves and strong winds blow from the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Yellow River Poems Climb Watergate Building. When I saw my late friend Zhang zhen, I expected Yellow River poems. Because I was attracted by my friend's southeast beauty Cui Shu, I heard about it. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and traces will be silent. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
The river in the poem Crossing the Yellow River is turbulent and turbid. The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.
Don't pat people's footprints. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.
The Yellow River began to sink from a little-known mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, stretching the yellowed water, burying the rough stone tools of our ancestors and the cries of yellow people into cries, spreading the exotic yellow carpet of life along the Bohai Bay to the Dragon Palace. One day, Donghai Dragon will walk on the carpet with a beautiful dragon lady and come to the old moon to drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine, while relatives with yellow skin and black hair will not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven. Into the ocean, never to return.
Have you ever seen how cute the lock in the bright mirror in the tall room is? Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes. Never point his golden cup at the moon! .
God gave me the ultimate useful talent. Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .
Boil a sheep, kill a cow, and increase appetite. Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .
Master cen. Dan Qiusheng.
Don't stop drinking. Let me sing you a song! .
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? .
Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! . The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten.
Only great drinkers can be immortalized. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the Hall of Completion.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? .
Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! . Galla chinensis
1000 gold qiu. Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine.
With you, you will always worry. The Yellow River, the ring of Liangzhou Ci Wang Tang, is an isolated city, Wan Ren, far above the white clouds.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind.
(To Pei XIV) Wang Zhihuan said: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
(Liangzhou Ci) The mountains cover the daytime, while the ocean drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
(In Lusu) Wang Wei has a poem saying: The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Catch up with the traffic jam) "The ferryman's horn roared, and the boatman pulled the fiber and sank step by step.
Carrying thousands of pieces of cloth, the boatman will not cover himself with rags. Carrying thousands of tons of grain, the boatman can only chew bran buns.
Warlord bosses get rich, but Yellow River boatmen are poor. "A dragon out of kunlun, shake the first three.
The roar shattered the head of Mangshan Mountain and drove the boat in stormy waves. ""Three in Jiangdong, and Zhuge Liang will sacrifice to the east wind.
Three sacrifices to the east wind set fire to Cao Cao's millions of soldiers. "A few years later, the brocade box became jade-like, and Ma Ce joined hands with him.
(Liu Tang Zhong Yong, Complaining about People) The Yellow River flows eastward, and the white sun sets in the west. (Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Style") The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River.
(Don Li Bai's Farewell) The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River is full of gongs and drums. (Tang Du Fu's "Yellow River") Send Kunlun five-color flow, and a yellow turbidity penetrates Zhongzhou.
Just give me three hearts. Answer time 2008-03- 15 22:2 1. The most classic answer is how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky. Into the ocean, never to return.
Have you ever seen how cute the lock in the bright mirror in the tall room is? Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes. Never point his golden cup at the moon! .
God gave me the ultimate useful talent. Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! .
Boil a sheep, kill a cow, and increase appetite. Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! .
Master cen. Dan Qiusheng.
Don't stop drinking. Let me sing you a song! .
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? .
Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! . The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten.
Only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen.
7. Ask for a modern poem about the Yellow River, Ode to the Yellow River, friend! The Yellow River, with its heroism, appeared in Yuan Ye, Asia; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and powerful! Here, we celebrate the Yellow River.
I stood on the top of a high mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward. The surging waves set off a huge wave; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; Run from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea, and split the Central Plains in two.
Ah! Yellow River! You are the cradle of our nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah! Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and building the barrier of our nation with your heroic physique. Ah! Yellow River! You poured a thousand feet and extended thousands of iron arms to the north and south banks.
The great spirit of our nation will be cultivated and carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you! -Love of the Yellow River Author: Liu Yellow River water yo, love of the Yellow River; Yellow River water yo, mother river. Yellow River water, water of hope; Yellow River water, the water of China.
Yellow river water, you are here; Call from afar. Yellow river water yo, your enthusiasm; Flowing in my heart.
Yellow River water, fast-flowing water; Yellow River water, the water of endeavor. Yellow river water yo, upward water; Yellow river water, strong water.
Yellow river water yo, you witnessed; Five thousand years of Chinese civilization. Yellow River water yo, hero's water; How many miracles have you created?
Yellow River water, great water! Yellow River water yo, tireless water. The Yellow River is flowing to the sea; Roar away.
-The most beautiful Yellow River Author: Wan once laughed wildly and shed tears violently, only to know that the precious Yellow River is the most beautiful. Although your appearance is not gorgeous, you regard blue sky and white clouds as sisters and wind, frost, rain and snow as brothers. I am just a millet beside you, and your lotion feeds me. Wherever I go, I can't deny our relationship. Although your face has crossed the century, there are hundreds of ships in your arms. You tie your skirts with long sleeves, tie the hearts on both sides of the strait through tears, and understand the true meaning of love. The most beautiful Yellow River in my heart will never go to ................................................................................................ I tried to fall off the stone dam and hug my elongated Yellow River mother. Deeply prevented me from taking the so-called road of knowing and doing, and fell into a detour. The embrace of circuitous civilization requires a brutal leap. I took off my shoes and socks, stepped into the mud and walked to Huangsha. My mother finally hugged me and the sunset was driven away. In front of the Yellow River, only the bicycle brothers of the Yellow River sang a distant song-Love for the Yellow River Author: The poet approached without worshipping, and paused. Thinking and staring at the surging dream, mixed with the warmest expectation, but the eyes are far away and tend to be dull. The wind tells the story of wandering sand, and the sand pours out the confusing footprints of the wind, no matter how deep-it is also dissatisfied with the call of the wanderer. I still don't know how much regret I need to cover up my attachment to the Yellow River. ............................................................................................................................................................'s mountains and rivers are flowing in ripples, and roses are happy.
Gently kissing the familiar land, the Yellow River water at dusk, my heart is full, with the tenderness of whirlpool. Slowly, slowly, attract all the beauty.
Be gentle, be gentle again. The wet evening breeze caresses your face like a hot towel.
Knead the gentle haze into a twisted question mark. The boundless balcony is faintly visible, and golden times is within reach. Why do you still, often get lost, as if you have lost something important? Looking back suddenly, your smooth hair turned into a string, which was played into a dream of "meeting you" by the dense lights.
Your warm little smile turned into faint wine, sang with Sha Ou and read a long-lost "Slow Voice". So, at that moment, I found the answer.
You are a poem I accidentally left behind in my last life. In the long river of time, I have been lonely for thousands of years.
Finally, God has mercy to let you and I meet again in this quiet time. Dear, let me spend my life reading you carefully.
8. Modern Yellow River Poet: The snow in my eyes roared away during the day and night. Grass and gold are surging in my chest. My robes of Emperor Yan Di, the tears and expressions of Huangdi Neijing, my muddy water, my endless youth and my bloody breath. Holding a copper pot in hand warms the river of tears. Who is your drunken boat? I look forward to a thousand diaries full of thunder in Beidou Yellow River. You take away 1000 diary, which is the back of Qian Fan and the back of Qian Fan. You came back growling. My emotions are extravagant and wasteful. My destiny is a dark road. My silent father was choked to tears by the dry smoke. My nagging was blackened by the fire. My mother put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles. My salt put too much Shaanxi mutton in the foam. When I lead the animals and birds, I disappear in your noisy entrance at dusk. When I drag my children and take my woman to caress the old man. Young people live and roam along your path. When the brazier on my head bows to your deep source, when I open your muddy Yellow River with memories, I long for the harvest of the earth after the storm. My black hair and white hair are 3000 feet tall. I'm flying down the Yellow River to count thousands of feet, and my Tiema Glacier dreams of the Yellow River. My canoe crosses the Yellow River in Chung Shan Man. My picture doesn't capture my face. My singing can't take away my emotional Yellow River. Rising water can't drown the sunset in my heart, and rivers can't bury the world of mortals in my eyes. I don't hit the south wall, I don't look back, I don't look at coffins, I don't cry, I don't look at the Great Wall, I don't want to die, I blow and play the bustling river, I stumble, I can't see an inseparable river. When stones turn into foam, when bones turn into waves, when sorghum falls, a piece of blood turns into tears. Sui highland barley When my feet were covered with muddy water, I held a hard-working Yellow River in my hand. You are the song I want to sing when I am tired. Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears. Folk songs are full of apricot flowers and wet villages. The north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei Yellow River. I am the mountain you grew up watching. My great-grandson, Zhao Li, and the surname of Wu Zhou Zheng Wang are my kindred. Everything I say is Chinese medicine. My grass outline is full of the glorious history of China, a Dream of Red Mansions with my eyes open and my eyes sleepless, my everlasting regret song with a tearful smile, my ups and downs, the boatman's songs of life and death, my enthusiasm, the bright lights of thousands of families, my surging painstaking efforts, my sonorous bones, the colorful flowers in Shandandan, the mountains made of water and the stars in the sky lit your pulse of nine twists and eighteen turns little by little, and raised a glass to dispel your sadness and the Yellow River.