The wheel of history rolls forward, leaving a deep impression on the past road. The past, like smoke and clouds, is the eternal roar and roar of the Yellow River. In front of us is Hukou Waterfall, which is the soul of the Yellow River. The yellow waves were lifted to a height, and my heart surged with them. The waves are yellow, the skin is yellow, and yellow blood is flowing in the blood vessels. The Yellow River is recalling history, and people are also recalling history. On the vast grassland, a gorgeous car passed by, and all the attendants were physically strong, unlike Han people. There was a beautiful princess sitting in the car, with a faint sadness on her quiet face. She is Princess Wencheng. She was entrusted by her father, no, by the whole Tang Dynasty, and with the people's expectation for peace and civilization, she married Songzan Gambu and went to a barren land and a wild place. Looking east, that's the direction of Chang 'an, where there are luxurious palaces, a kind mother and a kind father. On the way to the west, there is no fireworks for so long. A few days ago, I lived in Chang 'an and enjoyed a happy palace life. Now I want to settle down in such a desolate place and civilize the semi-civilized subjects here. I don't know how long it took, but Princess Wencheng lifted the curtain. Ah! How beautiful it is, the eyes are full of lively emerald green, and the enthusiastic plateau residents bow down to her like pilgrims, offering delicious mutton and sweet highland barley wine. It turns out that this beautiful place is the home where she will live all her life. From a distance, she saw that the people's life here was simple and profound, and she felt the simple people's desire for civilization. Looking up at the east, her frowning brows relaxed, and she made up her mind to pour her life's energy and love on this land and make a contribution to the Tang Dynasty and Tubo. She strode into Tubo and the plateau with a smile of a strong man gone forever. The Yellow River, thousands of miles away, is singing, singing a hymn for the children of China! In 1937, the Japanese imperial invading army opened the door to invade China, burning and looting everywhere, doing all kinds of evil. China is in danger, China is in danger, and China is showing signs of chaos. The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring, and the Yellow River is crying. One by one, the sons and daughters were ravaged by the invaders, and a culture was plundered. The Yellow River was angry. She used the strongest voice of the century to wake up those who lived a life of drunkenness and raised the banner of anti-aggression. The Yellow River roared in the dark, roared out the Chinese sons and daughters who were not afraid of sacrifice, and roared out the dawn of socialist victory. Yellow River, Mother