The Yellow River has turned into a deep yellow due to the continuous accumulation of rain in the upper reaches. People are on the shore, and their noses are full of a huge fishy smell. The swallows also flew higher, as if to avoid this wild smell. The untamable river is caught under the high-rise buildings by the powerful stone bank. Uneasy and helpless, it can only move forward along the unknown, towards the farther unknown. I know their prospects from the existing experience, so naturally I don’t worry about how the strangeness will break their hearts for them, but I also know that they have no easy way to go, and they are full of passion, but they may not be able to Get the original intention and start the quiet and stable bay when it started on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. I was close to its gentle and leisurely nobility in its upstream, and in the green grass where the yak ran with its tail erect, I imagined how cool and arrogant this nobility was, but I always lacked passion and ambition to embrace the future. Until one day, when we arrived at Hukou where the two plateaus collided, a canal and a big river suddenly fell, shattering the calm upstream, and in the roar like a galloping horse, he collected the roars and roars that were broken in the air, and rushed out of the canyon whistling. , I suddenly understand that they have a new look, a new life! However, in any case, the grassy and clear streams in the origin of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau have experienced the embrace of the loess and turned into a strong and firm river, heading straight to the vast sea thousands of miles away, but they will never look back and feel sorry for themselves.