On the bank of the Yellow River, there was a tribal chief who celebrated his centenary birthday with his children and grandchildren. Of course, the first table is reserved for the director. At this moment, a strange boy came in with a big smile and sat down. He didn't care if the guest reminded him obliquely.
After a while, the chief came and sat down surrounded by his children and grandchildren. See that the seat is occupied. A grandson asked the guests to change seats. The young man said, "Excuse me, Master, what kind of people can sit in this seat?" Answer: "Of course, only venerable and oldest elders can sit."
"Oh, how old is your grandfather this year?"
The village chief said, "The old man just turned 100 this year!"
"Ha ha! It turned out to be a hairy child. "
When the chief saw the young man insulting him to his face, his hands trembled with anger and his silvery white beard turned up. Q: "I am a hundred-year-old hairy child. What is your boy? "
The young man said, "I have cleaned up the Yellow River for 6,636 times, each time for 120 years, that is, more than 4,300 years."
The chief listened: "According to you, you are really a fairy."
"Every time I go back and forth, I have to dredge from the upper reaches of the Yellow River to the sea. I happen to be here today, and I will pass your house for another 20 years. Do you believe it or not? "
The chief said, "I want to see the yellow sand of this big river." How do you dredge it? "
"It's a pity that when I come back twenty years later, you will never see the Yellow River again."
"No, my heart will never die when I see the Yellow River. Come on! "
Twenty years later, the boy arrived as scheduled. But the director has been dead for three years. When the young man found someone to dig the grave and uncover the coffin, the chief was already a skeleton, and only one heart was still beating bright red. The boy came to the Yellow River with his heart and said, "Have you seen the Yellow River? Just help me rake the sand, let the water of the Yellow River flow eastward into the sea, and do a good thing for the people! " After saying "don't move", I threw my heart into the Yellow River. Since then, every day, sand-climbing turtles harrow the Yellow River, making the river turbid and the clear water yellow.
Wang Changling's "Wang Jing Shi in a Hundred Flowers Garden", when the Yellow River gushes. In the poor autumn, there are no pedestrians in the wilderness, and the horse head comes from the east to know who it is. ""The crossing of the Yellow River is a matter of concern, and Cornus officinalis has been away from home for a few days. "
Du Fu's Two Poems of the Yellow River, the Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, is famous all over the world. There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. The south bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet. I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade.
He Jingzhi's "Sanmenxia-Dressing Table": "Look at the three doors, the three doors will open, and the Yellow River will not go back to the east", "Order Li Bai to change poetry, and the water of the Yellow River will come!" .
Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River Dike": "There was a Yellow River flow in ancient times, but now it is cultivated land. The roads are soft, and the sea turns to dust. "
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote, "The Yellow River twists and turns, the sand in Wan Li, and the waves roll from the end of the world."
Li Shangyin said, "The earth is full of flowers and the Yellow River wants to make the sky yellow.".
In the Song Dynasty, Qiu Qiang's "Huang Heqing" drums were clear and magnificent. I like the dust on the side, and it is still quiet today. Add in the first line, and the imperial country will last forever. Outside the building, thousands of riders, cheers and thunder. When the Taiping official first saw it, the dream bear went first. The emperor's grace comes out at night, and the clouds fly against the phoenix. Treasure it with 10 thousand nails and celebrate it today. Meritorious service is so successful, the situation is rectified, and Jianghuai is stable. This time, I just turned back to the tripod.
Liu's "Complaining for the People" In the year when Jinhe returned, Ma Ce and Dao Huan were in the DPRK. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.
Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame. It is like a twisted monster, running at will, flowing constantly, devouring thousands of fertile fields. Hui people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a slash-and-burn life at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the ditch.
At that time, Ningxia was not bordered by plains, but overlapped by green hills and gullies. There is no flat field, and no field can be irrigated with Yellow River water.
There are several Hui and Han nationalities living on Niushou Mountain. They carry water at the foot of the mountain and farm at the top of the mountain for generations. All ages are busy, but they don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes. For a long time, no one could stand this torture.
One year, a 70-year-old Hui Hui man named Del opened a melon garden on the mountain and planted some cucumbers. He gets up early every day and goes to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers. His shoulders are swollen and his feet are skinned. He carefully cultivated cucumbers, and the yellow ones looked tender and sweet.
On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep at the gate of the vegetable garden.
He dreamed that there was a white cloud floating in the sky, and it turned into an imam with a white beard. He said to Ed, "There are two strong winds today, so you should pay attention. There is a yellow wind at noon, which can make cucumbers wither; There is a black wind in the afternoon, which can make cucumber stems fall off. No matter how windy it is, don't pick cucumbers.
Gerd woke up and saw the white-bearded imam gone, only to see the yellow wind in the north overwhelming and suddenly blowing to Niushou Mountain. Gerd carefully observed the cucumbers, and sure enough, they withered one by one. He was very sad. A year's hard work was in vain, but the thought of the white-bearded imam stopped him.
In the afternoon, the black wind passed and the leaves fell layer by layer. When Wilder saw that the cucumber was about to fall to the ground, he was so angry that he picked a cucumber and threw it into the Yellow River. The Yellow River immediately broke a line. As if the fairy had cut it with a knife, she saw the bottom of the river clearly. When Wilde swooped down, the rivers suddenly joined again. The old man was tired and hungry, sitting on the river bank, dizzy and ignorant.
At this time, Gerd heard the imam say, "This cucumber is the key to conquer the Yellow River. You can cut off the Yellow River and make it listen to people. But now the Yellow River is called Yellow Wind and Black Wind, and these two Iberians are suffering. Don't be impatient, be patient and work harder. Next year, you plant another cucumber garden. When the cucumber is ripe, you pick the biggest one and throw it into the Yellow River. At that time, you walked into the cave at the bottom of the river, took off your jewels, took away the seeds of grains, and had a sword to cut dragons and demons and tame the Yellow River. Wherever it is referred to, the Yellow River water will flow. "
The next year, the old man planted another cucumber garden. He is not afraid of the long journey, and he does not hesitate to sweat like rain, carrying water from the Yellow River to water melons. Finally, a three-foot cucumber grew in the garden, which looked like a key. The old man happily slept in the melon garden for a day and a night until the melon was ripe.
On this day, Wan Li was clear and Wan Li was cloudless. The old man picked a three-foot cucumber, read "Taismi" and threw it into the Yellow River. At this time, I only heard the roar of the Yellow River, and I opened a long crack. All the stones at the bottom of the river are clearly visible. When the old man went down to the bottom of the river, he saw a hole near the river bank, where pearls and agates were everywhere. The old man took some and just left, he heard the storm whistling. At that time, the waves on the river rolled and the waves became higher and higher. He picked up his sword and cut dozens of swords against the black and yellow whirlwind. After a while, a black and yellow wind blew in the sky.
The fault of the Yellow River is gradually closing. Gerd remembered the imam's words. This sword can conquer the Yellow River. He knew it clearly and thought: I want the Yellow River to fill ditches and level mountains. Holding two swords, the old man plunged into the Yellow River, and the water in the Yellow River stopped flowing at once, as if a Great Wall had been blocked in front, but it was still rising steadily, which was really scary from a distance. Three days later, we arrived at Liupan Mountain in the south and Helan Mountain in the west. There is water everywhere, leaving only a few hilltops. The old man drew his sword and told the Yellow River to flow forward. Since then, Ningxia in the deep mountain valley has become Pingchuan, and the Hui Han people living on both sides of the Yellow River have dug ditches for farmland with hard-working hands and lived a happy life.
The yellow river is rolling and the waves are turning, and the cowhide raft is used as a boat.
The Yellow River winds in eighteen bays, and Ningxia got up and went to Tongguan. Who is the first scenic spot in Wan Li? It's also called Qikou Treasure Mountain.
Xintianyou:
Yellow river boatman song
Do you know dozens of bays of the Yellow River in the world? There are dozens of boats in dozens of bays.
Dozens of boats, dozens of poles? Dozens of rich people came to move the boat.
I know there are ninety-nine bays of the Yellow River in the world, and there are ninety-nine boats on ninety-nine bays.
Ninety-nine boats and ninety-nine poles. Oh, ninety-nine of those rich people came to move the boat.
Common sayings and proverbs:
Jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed away. Ningxia, Huang Hefu, Wuzhong, the richest man, and the Yellow River will be clarified one day. How can you live in Ningxia, Huang Hefu, until you reach the Yellow River? You will never die, and you will not cry until you see the coffin?
Idiom:
The mainstay, Haiyan Heqing, Heqing Haiyan, Heshan Dai Li, Yellow River Shuiqing, Lishan Daihe, Carp yue longmen, initiated Heqing, is the mainstay.
All right, that's all. That should be enough. You must be the one looking for the most. Hehe, are you a good student? Why else would you be so serious?