我是远离故乡草原的孩子日月在时间的轮回中摇曳,漂泊是写不完的远去的乡愁。在大峪沟的溪水中,我读懂的永远都是最真实的自己,也只有在这里,才能重新温暖我已被世俗吹乱的心。这里的风景,唯美得像虚构的童话,不沾染任何世俗的污垢,陶醉其中,用想象填满深深浅浅的眷恋,这是一种如约而至最美好的状态,总是能在不紧不慢中绽放最清纯的时光,点燃深情的回忆。奔腾的黄河在这里像极了天真的孩童,每一湾流水都执着而又深情,每一段故事感 I am a child far away from the homeland grassland sun and the moon swaying in the time of reincarnation, drifting is nostalgic far away nostalgia. In the stream of Dayu ditch, what I read is always the most authentic one, and only here can I warm my heart which has been blown away by the world. The scenery here is as beautiful as a fictional fairy tale, not contaminated with any secular dirt, intoxicated with them, with imagination to fill deep and shallow attachment, which is a state of affairs, such as the best and can always be not tight Slow bloom in the most pure time, ignite affectionate memories. Pentium Yellow River here like a very innocent children, each Gulf is persistent and affectionate, every story