What a big river!

At the end of the sky, there is no end to the end, like a giant dragon that winds and swims, living across the vast land. Hu Yi galloped and roared, how magnificent the momentum was! How could he split the ground and cross the gorge, and roar straight to the sky! Everywhere the water mist was permeated, and the sky was also gray and white, cold and empty, like the earth and mountains, and the endless cliffs and rocks on the shore. There was not a single bird in sight, only the smell of water and wind and sand, which was ancient and desolate, but also distant.

What a big river!

The white waves are surging in the sky, and the yellow sand is surging, like thousands of troops and horses galloping endlessly! Boom, boom, boom, rumbling rushing sound rolls like thunder, and it is like the war drums on the battlefield beating endlessly, until the earth is also trembling, and it is raging before the threat, which really makes people frightened! It is precisely because the slope is steep and deep, the riverbed rises and falls, and the waterfalls hang down together, and when the wind and clouds surge! How do you know that the water in the sky is born on the earth? When the turbid waves are visible and empty! If you want to say a word about the magnificence, you have to swallow the mountains and rivers!

A large river called the Yellow River.

Yellow earth, yellow skin, yellow sand and yellow water make the Yellow Dragon Dance, the Yellow River.

The river has a long history, let it change dynasties, nourish all things with a broad and selfless mind, and nourish the living beings with a steady stream of milk. A great river, the river of the earth, the river of the mother, she has flowed for thousands of years, and the great motherly love has never dried up. And she will roar, and she will roar, and when it is furious, it will be like a thunderbolt of heaven and uncontrollable, sweeping everything away, turning the sweet and mellow milk into tears that spew wildly.

Transpire with anger and turn into wild fire!

Could it be that she wants to destroy the heavens and the earth, burn the world, and all the evil! Yes! Yes! The heavens are unfair, the earth is not even, how can she be safe! Anger is only because she does not want to be bound, she wants to break free from the fetters, roar and roar to do the struggle that does not succumb to fate! She is not satisfied, she wants to be covered by all things, she does not want to return her life to the sea of fate, she just wants to turn her weak body into wildfire and burn it to ashes, erase all injustice, and fill up the unevenness!

Heaven and earth are ruthless, and rivers are ruthless, but ruthlessness everywhere is affection.

This is a section of the Yellow River, a small section, not just in case.

However, this small passage is enough to make people stop for a long time and shake their hearts deeply!

A man stood in a corner of the riverbank, on a rock, dressed in blue and gray.

He has been there for a long time, and if he looks at the grandeur of the river and the vastness of the world, he is like a small pebble.

The wind moves the clothes, and it is like a small grass.

How small he is, how ordinary he is, he just feels humble.

However, at this moment, his chest was full of mountains and tsunamis, and his heart was full of agitation! His fists were clenched, his long hair fluttered, and his eyes radiated a brilliance that reflected the great river of this day and this place, and his blood was rolling and rushing, full of pride! He just wanted to shout and shout, and roar loudly and loudly, so that he could break through the more or less depressed barrier in his chest for a long time, and sweep it away!

But he didn't, he just stood there quietly, and looked—

This is the Yellow River, it is the Yellow River. This is Fang Yin, it's Fang Yin. Fang Yin came to the Yellow River.

Along the way, gradually to the southwest, Fang Yin is going to the capital, to the prosperous capital to have a look.

By the way, go to Nanshan and see that little monk.

Fang Yin knows the direction, Fang Yin will also ask for directions, this point Fang Yin is different from the little monk, no Zen.

There is nothing to do all the way, walking, no shop sleeping, there are shops to hit the tip.

Fang Yin was not in a hurry, not at all. There is also dry food, and there are also entanglements, which is to travel the mountains and rivers, and to travel to the Taoist priests. But this Taoist priest is a contradictory person, what he does is as contradictory as he is a person, this way only to see low mountains, dirt mountains and small hills, there is nothing to swim into. And all the way with him are wild grasses and wild flowers, hotter and hotter weather, and countless mosquitoes.

Now it's okay, it's the Yellow River.

There are no flowers and plants here, there are no mosquitoes, flies and insects here, rabbits don't poop and birds don't lay eggs, only cracked and gray rocks and loess in the sky. It's not fun here, it's not fun here, this majestic and vicissitudes of life can't make people have fun, and it's a blasphemy to play with her. Some are just shocked, and some are deeply impressed, and they just want to bow and worship for the miraculous creation of heaven and earth!

It is a magnificent river, full of the beauty of wildness and strength, and the never-ending rush of eternal accumulation has given her life. The tranquility of the embankment riverbed and the rocky wall loess, the mighty waves of the river and the sand and gravel surging, and the sharp contrast between movement and stillness, make people stunned and moved! Looking at each other near the water, there is no one around, only the whimpering wind in the wilderness mixed with the roaring waves of the heavens and the earth, and the emotion is in the heart, like an ancient and desolate song.

It's like a battle horn, the feeling of a golden iron horse. It's like the cry of fate, the feeling of being unable to fight. When I was ambitious, I flicked my fingers and disappeared, only to feel empty, empty, and I wanted to turn into a sand and a stone in the middle of it, and I didn't care about anything, I didn't think about anything. However, the past is vivid, like the mud and sand stirred up in the river, one by one from the bottom of my heart, scene by scene, scene by scene, vividly in front of me.

Who took away my beloved? Who made me homeless and lonely? Who made me become a little flower begging on the street, crying and shouting and laughing, and letting others spit on me! Who made me grow up day by day, who accompanied me and gave me warmth, and who gave me a name and a place to live, who loved me and taught me to be sincere to me. Affinity and grace, hatred and hatred, when the end of the thought should be repaid, one by one, and I will come!

Yes, Fang Yin is still very young! Yes, Fang Yin also has ambitions! He can't save the world from fire and water as the justice of the world said by Mu Zhangjiao, Fang Yin will also be bound to go and do something!

I'm not reconciled! I'm not convinced! I can do it! I will! Yes, Fang Yin has found what he has lost for a long time or even forgotten, that familiar feeling! The sky is not afraid of the earth, he can't be beaten to death and he can't step on it, just like a small pebble in the river, even if the edges and corners are smoothed out in the wind and waves of the years, there is still a hard heart, a strong heart!

Yes, it is a river of fate.

She had already broken through the gloom in Fang Yin's chest, and she didn't need to yell at all, it was swept away in an instant! It made the pride surge and stir in her chest! Fang Yin had already gained a lot when she saw her, and she had tears in her eyes just by looking at her silently! Yes! Yes! That little dream, Fang Yin had never forgotten, and her innate laziness and self-deception were not enough to wipe it out, that is, she came to this world in vain.

Walk him with a bang!

Yes, yes, they were all wrong, Fang Yin must be able to.

Yes! Yes! Fang Yin is also wrong, Fang Yin must be able to!

"I-yes-Fang-Yin-"

Finally, there was a long roar, agitated and clear, although it was indistinguishable in the roar of heaven and earth, it had echoed in my heart for a long time!

Magnificent river, return my ambition!