黄河的涛声仍在我脊背上滚荡四十年前,我十三岁。在一个民族最艰难的时候,小小的我,也充当了一位普通的民工。在大禹渡扬水工程热火朝天的建设中,我为她背过石头。石头很重、很重,沉沉地压着我幼小的无助。希望,失望;失望,希望,而我一颗桃形的心很红,很红。那个时候,黄河的涛声跌宕起伏;那个时候,漫山遍野都是鼎沸的人嘶马 The sound of the Yellow River still rolling on my back forty years ago, I was thirteen years old. In the most difficult time of a nation, the small I, also act as an ordinary migrant workers. Dayu Du Yang Water Project in full swing in the building, I back her stone. The stone was heavy, heavy, and sorely pressed against my young helplessness. Hope, disappointment; disappointment, hope, and I am a peach-shaped heart very red, very red. At that time, the Yellow River’s ups and downs; at that time, all over the mountain are full of people sigh horse