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很多时候,我都会想到黄河。在没有见到黄河之前,我曾执着地认为黄河是汹涌澎湃的,像一群黄色的脱缰之马,横穿于北方贫瘠的大地,奔腾不息。在我儿时的梦里,或张望中,它更像一股强大的风暴,席卷了我小小的心灵。一直以来,我在期盼着,望穿黑夜是一种生生的疼痛。终于,时间拉短了空间的距离,我依偎在黄河的港湾,轻轻的水声是最美的摇篮曲。解下远行的背包,在一片枯黄的芦苇荡里,今夜我将与黄河促膝而谈,留下一段与母亲河有关的记忆。
Many times, I will think of the Yellow River. Before I could see the Yellow River, I persistently thought that the Yellow River was surging like a group of yellow runaway horses that crossed the barren land of the North and continued to prosper. In my childhood dream, or looking around, it is more like a powerful storm, sweeping my little heart. All along, I am looking forward to, looking through the night is a biological pain. Finally, the time shortened the distance of space, I nestled in the Yellow River Harbor, soft water sound is the most beautiful lullabies. Solve the remote backpack, in a yellow reeds, tonight I will chat with the Yellow River, leaving a memory of the mother river.