1\ If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return
2\The wind is roaring, the horse is barking and the Yellow River is roaring
3\ Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass! Li Bai
4\Crossing the ancient Yellow River at night
The Yangtze River traveled thousands of miles, laughing at the end of the year and dividing the north and the south. Xu Xin has never dreamed about it in his life, but he has been traveling to this day. Laoliu
Guanhe River, an ancient road in the setting sun, is still straight despite the wind. The savage asked in surprise where the crazy visitor was in Fancha. The fallen leaves are rustling in front of me,
The water and sand are far away, and there is no trace. The fading grass becomes more green in autumn, but only the idle gulls are independent. The waves carry the sky and float, and the mountains invite the clouds to go away.
The sky over Yinpu is blue. The song ends when the boat is buckled, and the sea toad flies up to Gubai.
5\I want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, and I will climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow
6\The sun is shining over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea
7\The Yellow River Haixi Army on the north coast, the ringing of drums and bells is heard all over the world
8\There are mountains on both sides of the place, and a huge ditch has been washed out on the rocks at the bottom of the river, which is 30 meters wide and about 50 meters deep. The rolling yellow water rushes here. Hanging upside down and pouring, like a galloping horse going straight into a river ditch, the waves roll, the waves roar, and the sound can be heard for miles. It is shaped like a giant boiling pot, hence the name Hukou. When the water is clear in spring and autumn, the sun shines directly and rainbows dance with the waves, creating a wonderful scenery. The poem "Autumn Wind at Hukou" by Chen Weifan of the Ming Dynasty contains the sentence "The autumn wind rolls up thousands of waves, and the evening ushered in thousands of red", which can be described as a true portrayal.
9\Hukou Waterfall, which is usually "turbulent and roaring like a thousand oxen", shows a unique style in its "calmness": the Yellow River water flows from the ice of different shapes and layers of ice cubes on both sides of the bank. The waterfall flows straight down, and the mist stirred up reflects a beautiful rainbow in the sun. A beautiful ice bridge is built under the waterfall, which makes people marvel at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
10\The raging Yellow River was held hostage by the Cangshan Mountains on both sides of the river and bound in a narrow stone valley. The torrent of more than 300 meters wide suddenly narrowed to more than 50 meters. At this time, the river was roaring and the mountains were ringing. , shaped like a giant boiling pot, and finally plummeted down from a faulted stone cliff more than 20 meters high, and fell into a stone trough more than 30 meters wide. It sounded like thousands of horses galloping, and looked like a giant dragon drumming, forming a pot. There are many wonders in the waterfall such as "Thunder Head Rain Cave", "Wanzhang Long Cao", "Colorful Bridge Connecting to the Sky" and so on. I will never give up until I reach the Yellow River
"Ode to the Yellow River" Ode to the Yellow River
(recitation)
Ah, friend!
With its heroic spirit, the Yellow River appears in the wilderness of Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Greatness And strong!
Here, we sing our hymns to the Yellow River.
(Lyrics)
I stand on the top of the mountain and watch the Yellow River roll towards the southeast.
The turbulent waves are surging, setting off tens of thousands of waves;
The turbid currents twist and turn, forming a series of nine curves;
Running from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea,
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Split the Central Plains into north and south sides.
Ah! Yellow River!
You are the cradle of our nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you;
How many heroic stories are played around you!
Ah! Yellow River!
You are great and strong, appearing like a giant on the Asian plains.
Use your heroic body to build a barrier for our nation.
Ah! Yellow River!
You are so powerful that you stretch out thousands of iron arms to the north and south sides.
The great spirit of our nation,
will be carried forward and grown under your nurture!
The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland,
will learn from your example,
be as great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you! I have made pilgrimages to the beautiful scenery of the four seasons of the motherland, and I have visited the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland. Whenever I plunge into the arms of the motherland, my heart beats with the pulse of the motherland. With a feeling of great reverence, I climbed to the top of Mount Tai and saw a red sun gushing out... I visited the white mountains and black waters and saw the prosperity and abundance of the motherland. Climb the coral reefs of the Nansha Islands! I felt the vastness of our motherland. In Qinchuan, eight hundred miles away, I heard the thundering voices of the sons and daughters of the motherland. The majestic gongs and drums that rang into the sky, the earth-shattering shouts, and the sonorous and powerful steps of the teams expressed the heroic sentiments of my brothers and sisters. At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, deep in the quicksand, I saw the majestic and dangerous sight of the desert with straight smoke and the long river with the setting sun. It was not a mirage, it was not a paradise in a nightmare. That was the call to develop the Great Northwest. I stood at the top of the snow-covered Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, drinking a cup of soothing and intoxicating milk tea to celebrate the harmony and prosperity of the fifty-six ethnic groups. I wandered beside the red grassland of Shangri-La, the paradise on earth, and looked at the various ancient fortresses that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. I realized the responsibility and dignity of being a Chinese.
I followed the footsteps of the trackers on the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, and touched the stone pillars deeply marked by the ropes. My heart surged and my eyes filled with tears. My motherland is suffering so much! You are so tenacious and tenacious! I stood on the ravine-ridden Loess Plateau, holding a handful of hot loess against my heart. I felt the warmth of my motherland. A grain of rice seed at Hemu Ferry confirmed: People living on this land of the Chinese nation! It embodies human intelligence and diligence. The water of the Yangtze River in the high gorges and flat lakes proves: Nothing is too high to reach, the river water on the earth! It can be related to the Milky Way in the sky. The Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shihuang tell the world that the Chinese people are an unyielding nation. Although they have been sleeping underground for two thousand years, they still will not fall, collapse, or surrender. The dark iron cannon of Dagukou Fort declared: A weak country has no diplomacy. If a sleeping lion wants to stand up, it can only lie down and taste courage - forging a long sword. A nation without a country is a humiliated nation, and a nation with a weak national power is a pitiful nation. A person can live without a home but cannot live without a motherland. No matter where you come from, no matter where you are going, no matter where you are in the world, whenever you encounter difficulties and setbacks, just shout: "I am Chinese! My motherland." ——It’s China!” You will always receive help and encouragement, and friendly and respectful eyes will be directed towards you. I once again climbed to the top of Mount Tai, looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to the red sun in the east gushing and rising again at the place where our ancestors had stopped.