I don't know when there was a light rain outside, wisps of it, like leisure? Hatred? Or is it inexplicable? The clouds in the sky became heavy, even though they fell like raindrops; The lovesick love is solemn and turns into heart rain. The heart rain, the heavenly rain, and the dripping autumn rain must be the stand-in for the lovesick tears in my previous life......

was in a daze, Ling'er felt that her sister seemed to be wrong, and urged: "Sister, shall we go find an inn for a lunch break?" ”

"Sister, it's better to swim by the Yellow River, there is a saying that 'if you don't go to the Great Wall, you are not a hero, and if you don't go to the Yellow River, you are unwilling.'" It shows that the Great Wall and the Yellow River have been the resorts that people yearn for since ancient times. One can enjoy the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River, and the other can drive away drowsiness. ”

In fact, the Qing Dynasty also wanted the Yellow River to wash away the feelings of missing Zhao Gongzi, but he was embarrassed to confide in Ling'er who "did not know the world" or "never been involved in the world" at all.

"Great, but after a few days of lunch break, I suddenly changed this habit, I wonder if my body can stand it?" Ling'er clapped her hands in approval.

Just 20 kilometers from the Yellow River, the sisters agreed that they needed to rent a fast horse.

Galloping on the horse, Qingqing suddenly felt that he was riding the treasure horse with the saint who thought about it day and night, and the sonorous horse's hooves stepped out of the agitated melody; Flowing rain, accompanied by long black waterfall-like hair, fluttering together.

The roar of the Yellow River, like a terrifying drum, greets tourists from all directions.

After dismounting, the sisters watched the Yellow River with ecstaty.

"Sister, the Yellow River is so beautiful, like a majestic picture." Ling'er exclaimed as she jumped.

"Sister, it's like a majestic epic, symbolizing the heroic sons and daughters of Shenzhou tirelessly writing the mighty history, and no one can stop the pace of history, rolling away." Qingqing stared at the yellow dragon that was marching towards the east, and added seriously.

"Sister, this river is so muddy! Who poured yellow dye on it?" Ling'er sighed in confusion.

"Maybe a long, long time ago, the Yellow River was even clearer than the Yangtze River. I have learned from researching information that the only reason why the Yellow River turns yellow is that the clods and sediment on the Loess Plateau flow into the Yellow River. Because the water is yellow, so it is called 'Yellow River', in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, the river water in QH Province, is not yellow, when passing through the Loess Plateau, because the plateau has always lacked trees and grass plants, after a rain, the sediment flows into the river with the rain. ”

"Oh, I see, clear water, clean water, spring water, stream water, well water, even rain water or tears, all are known for their clarity, and this river water has its own personality and dares to have its own style. But it's still the water that's fascinating, so how do you make it clear? ”

"Faith is an oasis in people's hearts. The hearts of the people are united, Mount Tai moves; If the heart is sincere, the Yellow River is clear. First, through greening, a large number of afforestation; the second is to store water by building terraces and digging fish scale pits; the third is to reduce the area of agricultural cultivation through immigration; Fourth, it is cultivated and stored by planting grass, and planting perennial pasture. Due to the large area of the Loess Plateau, it is difficult to fundamentally solve the problem of soil erosion in a short time. ”

Qingqing sighed.

"Whoever said that 'the vicissitudes of the sea must be changed in a moment', it would be nice if it was aimed at the Yellow River, but I don't want to hear 'wait for the old people to change'." Qingqing muttered to himself, unconsciously touching the white jade on his waist.

"Sister, your sweetheart will definitely not change his mind, if he changes his mind, I don't know what kind of roar the Yellow River will make; Or, the Yellow River, it will bravely become the 'Qing River'. "Ling'er and her sister seem to have telepathy.

The rain continued to fall, flying into the hair and disappearing, but it also soaked the clothes unconsciously.

"Sister, shall I go buy two umbrellas?"

"No, as soon as I hear the umbrella, I will think of the story of Xu Xian giving an umbrella to the White Lady, and I will also think of 'him'." Qingqing preemptively stopped the road.

Ling'er accompanied her sister in the rain, and when she saw her sister falling into contemplation, she stopped speaking and quietly enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Yellow River.

At this time, Qingqing's heart became extraordinarily surging: What is this little rain, it is not as abundant as the mountain stream that Zhao Gongzi's horse drank in my hometown. Since he left, every lovesick night, I don't know how many tears of longing have flowed, these tears are sweet? Is it bitter? Is the main idea clear? Or is it inexplicable? Putting all this rain together, there is no overnight tears.

Qing Qing gazed into the distance, intoxicated by the surging river water that has been rushing through the ages, fell in love and could not extricate himself, like a struggling little fish, just in need of the moisture of the rain.

"Sijun is like flowing water, how can there be poverty; Yijun's heart is like the water of the Yellow River, flowing eastward for a day. She thought: whether it is bitter or sweet, maybe it will last until the end of her life.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." Regardless of whether the water is salty or sweet, no matter how light and thick it is, what resides in the heart is the most beautiful cloud.

"I know that I am in love for a long time, and I look forward to the sound of the river." I'm here, my heart is there, I'm obsessed with you, when can I enjoy the beautiful scenery of the river with you?

"Lovesickness is like the depths of the sea, and old things are like the sky." How can the lovesickness be compared with the depth of the river and the depths of the sea? It's unfathomable! It just happened a few months ago, is it an old thing? The feeling of lovesickness and remembrance is getting newer and sharper day by day.

"The thin shadow pities himself, and the Qing must pity me, and I pity the Qing." Therefore, I dare not get too close to the Yellow River, it is like a fiery embrace, which can melt and illuminate my small heart.

"There is a way to treat miscellaneous diseases, and there is no bait for treating acacia." The river, I wanted to ask you to wash away the pain of lovesickness, and I didn't want to be involved in the whirlpool of "incurable disease" again, what can I do!