那年冬季,下了几场大雪,我对自己说,壶口瀑布开春有看头了,天一晴,便往宜川跑。可了不得,往日的黄河不见了,那条腰身日见纤细的河,此刻竟丰腴无比,黄河水从远方汪洋恣肆地奔来,一下子十倍百倍地涨满了宽阔的河床。她像古战场上赴死决战的军阵,漫天漫地扑向壶口,不再是“千里一壶收”的身影,而是横着竖着、拥挤着、交错着、层叠着,从千米长的悬岩上,义无反 That winter, the next few heavy snow, I said to myself, Hukou Waterfall Spring has a good look, sunny day, they go to Yichuan. Unfortunately, the Yellow River in the past is gone, that piece of daily thin slender river, at the moment actually extremely rich, the Yellow River from afar unbridledly ran, all of a sudden a hundred times to full up the broad riverbed. She is like a military battlefield battlefield to the death battle, drifting toward the Hukou, is no longer a “thousand miles a pot of income” figure, but vertical and horizontal, crowded, staggered, stacked, from Kilometer of hanging rock, righteousness