Besides, Liang Feihan went all the way north in order to avoid debt collection from creditors.

In the late autumn of the bleak autumn wind, Liang Feihan was exiled to the ancient city of Kaifeng.

A longing swelled in his heart, a desire to see the Yellow River in reality.

As early as when Liang Feihan was in primary school, he knew from books and teachers' lectures that there is a big river called the Yellow River in China, which is the spiritual symbol of the Chinese nation and the mother river of the Chinese nation;

He knew that the Yellow River, the mother river of the great river in northern China, has a total length of 5,464 kilometers and a basin area of about 752443 square kilometers.

He knew that the Yellow River, which rose violently on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, has fed generations of people ever since. From V. 600,000 years ago "Lantian ape man", to the second. The "Dali people" 300,000 years ago, and now we are all thriving under your nurturing. You are the mother river of the Chinese nation, selfless and great.

Since then, he dreamed of having the opportunity to go to the Yellow River, and wanted to see the magnificence of "Jiuqu Yellow River Ten Thousand Miles of Sand, Waves and Wind Rushing from the End of the World", comprehending the majestic momentum described in the book that "you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning", and enjoying the unique beauty of the mother river, "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets over the long river".

"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring......" Every time he thinks of this passionate and surging "Yellow River Cantata", Liang Feihan's heart will surge with incomparable passion, and he will always be shocked by the majestic spirit of the Yellow River. He wanted to stand on the top of a high mountain, look at the turbulent waves of the Yellow River, and see the extraordinary spirit of "the Yellow River falling into the sky and walking through the East China Sea......

When he was a teenager, Liang Feihan often read books alone under the shade of the long causeway on the bank of the Pearl River, and when he was tired, he looked at the Pearl River, thought about the Yellow River in a daze, and thought that the Pearl River broke through the barrier of the mountains and mountains and went to meet the spectacular scene of the Yellow River. Then, he was stunned to think "who am I, where am I from, and where am I going......

A metaphysical fog hung over his youth. At that time, there were often small wooden boats in the river fighting the wind and waves, and the boatmen shook the oars with difficulty and shouted the heartstring-shaking trumpets. The surging waters of the Pearl River and the small wooden boats that were struggling to move seemed to keep telling him that in order to learn to chop the waves, he must be a man with a capital letter.

He liked a prodigy poem in the Song Dynasty very much: "Young and talented, high ambition in life." Others have swords, but I have a pen like a sword. From that time on, he gradually became more ambitious, stronger and stronger, hard as steel, solid as a rock.

When the shadow of the years gradually lengthened, he had little chance to go to the bank of the Pearl River to read a book. At the age of 14, he was admitted to the provincial high school with the first place in the city's high school entrance examination. Due to the tight homework, I never went to the bank of the Pearl River to read books, and I never had the opportunity to look at the Pearl River and think about the Yellow River.

In the provincial real school, he was hungry to learn all kinds of knowledge, and in his spare time, he plunged into the provincial real middle school library and read all the books in the library. When I was tired of reading, I remembered the bittersweet years spent by the Pearl River, so I suddenly came to my senses. The water of the Pearl River is like the water of the Yellow River rolling in the waves, surging in his dreams night and night, the sound of the waves is high and low, like the scolding of his father, has been spurring himself.

After being sent back to the countryside to work as a farmer by Yan's father, with his rock-solid will, he was like the galloping and tireless Yellow River, roaring forward, forward!

In the years of burning passion when he returned to his hometown to farm, after being clicked on his head by Yan's father with a radical method, he germinated the new idea of "1+1=1" for raising chickens, raising chickens, establishing a chicken farm, and establishing a chicken group company, leading the villagers to embark on the road of raising chickens and getting rich.

Then, the implementation of the "excellent internal and external" development strategy, to show the world a picture of "excellent internal and external, the expansion of the chicken industry to the north and south of the river, to the motherland BJ to create and achieve cross-regional, cross-provincial and cross-regional development", has become a known as a strategic strategy in the millions of chickens, decisive in the thousands of miles of market outside the group chicken commander, can be described as smooth sailing.

"One body fought three thousand miles, one sword once served as a million divisions", "one flute and one sword leveled business, and he lost his crazy name for fifteen years", it is very appropriate to use the two poems of Wang Wei and Gong Ding'an to describe his struggle in the past few years when he returned to his hometown to farm.

Now, what Liang Feihan never dreamed of was that today, he came to the Yellow River that he had been fascinated for a long time with such an identity, such a career failure, and a mood of wandering to the end of the world.

"In the past, I went back, and the willows were still there. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. These sentences in the "Book of Songs" and "Cai Wei" should be a portrayal of his mind at this time.

Facing the turbulent Yellow River, Liang Feihan's heart is like the rolling Yellow River. He stood by the river, with his hands on his hips, proudly like a poet, and chanted loudly:

The Yellow River, you crash on the shore, the turbidity current is like a turn, forming a nine-song chain; You run from the Kunlun Mountains to the Yellow Sea; split the land of the Central Plains into two sides, north and south; You are a strong and great giant, who appeared on the plains of Asia, and with your heroic physique, you built a barrier for our nation.

The Yellow River, you are an indomitable dragon galloping, over thousands of mountains, over thousands of ravines, waves soaring into the sky, surging passion, emitting a strong sound of pig iron hitting bronze.

The Yellow River, you trickle down, flowing out of the grassland, full of deep affection of the grassland, bringing together tens of thousands of trickling rivers, from the plateau grassland, from the plain lakes, from the deep valleys of the mountain streams, eastward, thousands of miles of ups and downs, nine meanders, open and open.

The Yellow River, your strong quality, the spirit of Changhong, fearless setbacks, stubbornness, majestic momentum, polishing the yellow background, deposited on our skin, engraved with a permanent complexion, shining with calm thoughts.

The Yellow River, the kindness of your motherhood fills every drop of water, gently brushing away the heavy sorrow, helplessness and sadness in the bottom of your heart; The vastness of motherhood shines in every sound of water, accommodating the world, the world, and the complex. Life is intense and serene.

The Yellow River, the vicissitudes of life that you have crossed, the immeasurable height is still persistent, releasing life, the waves beating the bones, and ringing in the depths of the soul; Heroism is your eternal theme. Standing next to the river, life is raging up and down the river. The descendants of Yan and Huang have been working tirelessly along the Yellow River flowing from ancient times to the sea for 5,000 years. Docking with the sea and undertaking the broad mind of the sea. I want to swim upstream, cross every drop of water, every section of the river, return to the grasslands and snow-capped mountains, dive into the source of life, lie dormant into a bright flower, feel the pulse of the Yellow River's jumping, feel the kindness of the vicissitudes of the Yellow River, pour out my deep love for my mother Yellow River, and stubbornly stick to my pride in my mother Yellow River.

Ah, the Yellow River, I'm coming! I must make your song of life more agitated, so that the hometown fathers and elders will become civilized and rich. Despite the long way to go, your son will continue to surpass! The wine is souring, and the mood is rising one by one. Why drink Huanglong wine, sprinkle dust and laugh for a thousand years!

Liang Feihan stood by the river, his poetry flourished, and after expressing a poem "Ode to the Yellow River" from the depths of his heart, he was relieved, and traveled along the Yellow River by Yaxing, watching the surging river like a yellow dragon tumbling and flowing down from the sky, which seemed to make his heart flow into boundless magnificence; He watched the sunset melt into the river like blood countless times, as if life had been re-dyed again and again.

He felt that his lips were dry and thirsty, so he took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, raised his head, drank the bottle of mineral water, leaned down, and filled a bottle of Yellow River water with the bottle.

The muddy boiling water of the Yellow River, after being poured into the bottle, is still very turbid, and what you can see through the mineral water bottle is only the turbid yellow world. Behind the mineral water bottle, there is no sky, and there is no earth. In the face of such water, Liang Feihan felt pain and despair, felt the disaster brought about by the continuous improvement of the Yellow River bed, and felt the people's cry in this disaster. He put the mineral water bottle on the side and sat on the bank in pain, looking at the Yellow River in a daze.

After a while, Liang Feihan withdrew his eyes from a distance, and suddenly found that the water in the mineral water bottle next to him began to become clear. The muddy sediment settles down, and the water above becomes clearer and clearer. He watched the change until the sediment had all settled, taking up only one-fifth of the bottle, while the remaining four-fifths had turned into clear water. He slowly lifted the bottle of mineral water, and he was like Columbus discovering a new world, and he was amazed!

Through the bottle, he saw the sky, the earth, and the boundaries between happiness and pain in life. It turns out that our happiness and pain are like the water of the Yellow River. In our hurry and impetuousness, we desperately shake our lives until our lives become cloudy, so that all happiness is mixed with the element of pain. If clear water is happiness and sediment is pain, then the total amount of happiness in our life should be greater than pain. We feel pain all the time, not because there is more pain than happiness, but because we use inappropriate ways to let pain run like wild horses in all corners of our lives. Because of the penetration of pain, our life, which should have been as clear as water, has become like the water of the Yellow River, with too many impurities. At the beginning of each person's birth, the total amount of happiness and pain experienced in a lifetime should be the same, and the reason why some people are more miserable and some people are happier is not that people have different attitudes towards happiness, but that people have different attitudes towards pain.

The difficulty of life is that it is difficult for us to make life stand still, so that we can completely separate pain from happiness, and completely settle the pain in some forgotten corner and stop rolling. Pain and happiness are more or less mixed together in our lives. If we fall into it and cannot extricate ourselves, life will lose the most essential meaning of existence. Does a life of misery and happiness lose its meaning?

If human life continues to be magnified to the point where it is as magnificent as the Yellow River, flowing from ancient times and the horizon to the future and the sea, then our life will not care about the mixture of happiness and pain, but will become a majestic Yellow River symphony that can never be sung.

Liang Feihan stood on Yanhuang Square, looking at the calligraphy scroll "Yanhuang Fu" engraved on the stone tablet: "Reckless Tianyu, 80,000 miles of clouds galloping; Looking at the two emperors of Yan and Huang standing on the mountain peak, Liang Feihan's heart was deeply shocked, and he couldn't help but send out "The Yellow River, you are feeding generations of Yan and Huang descendants, you are the spiritual symbol of the Chinese nation, you are the mother river of the Chinese nation!"...... ”

Liang Feihan shouted: "Yellow River, I'm coming!" For the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, I must dare to take responsibility, make your song of life more agitated, and let my hometown fathers and elders move towards civilization and prosperity. Despite the long way to go, your son will continue to surpass! Liang Feihan lifted the mineral water bottle, used the river water as a drink, and poured the wine, and his mood was high. Singing generously: The Yellow River has endowed me with a rock ambition, and the revitalization of China will always be remembered. Drink Huanglong wine today, sprinkle the dust and laugh for a thousand years!

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