The main contents of the Yellow River flowing through Binzhou City

The Yellow River is bright, neither soft nor beautiful. Compared with other rivers, it looks rough, like an old man with a long pipe in northern Shaanxi, singing an old Huayin tune, and like a peasant singer who can roar and believe in heaven. Because the color is yellow, it is called the Yellow River, which is the true color of the soil-it passes through thousands of kilometers of twists and turns, bringing the information of the Loess Plateau to the flowing land, bringing the western elements of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the grassland blown by the wind, the fragrant potato flowers, the Hukou Waterfall, the beacon tower, the lonely smoke in the desert, the howling night and the black yak. There are also Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Changling, Changyao, Shilu, Liu Wenxi, Lu Yao, Chen, Jia Pingwa ... all of them have become a muddy river.

It is said that the Yellow River came to Shandong in a hurry, and after flowing through the Nine Cities, it reached the Bohai Sea. But before it merged into the sea, it drew a beautiful arc on the earth at will, like the swaying tail of a squid, and was fixed into a bow and arrow ready to go. Is this God's will? When the Yellow River reached the border of Binzhou, it incredibly crossed the city, stretching for 140 km, which split the city's buildings in two and became a miracle of the world. Since then, the city has been heavily marked with the symbol of the Yellow River, making the whole Binzhou city like a hungry baby lying on its back in the cradle of the Yellow River, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking

In the past, it was saline-alkali land with flowers in full bloom. Only tamarisk trees have replaced crops. The sun sucked up the water on the ground, and the crows were hoarse. For generations, people in the saline-alkali beach drank bitter and salty water, and even the steamed coarse grains were bitter and salty, and they refused to swallow them down their throats. Some people can't bear it anymore, so they push wooden unicycle into exile and rush to Jiaodong or go to Kanto. Homesick people don't leave. They want to stay at home alone, wait for a river to freeze in winter and open in spring, and hope that the wild bushes on the bank will ring cuckoos to urge spring. The winter night in the Great Plains is still dark and opaque. The wind blew against the window lattice of a mud house, and the rickety silhouette of the old man shook under the oil lamp. In the old mill in the village, bats can't fly out of poor cobwebs; Children's childhood memories can't fly out of a hemp rope, a pair of worn cotton trousers and a pair of cotton slippers with bare toes. "The Yellow River flows through Binzhou City, and ten miles of lotus flowers have different colors"-this is not an antique style, but I am wandering on the bank of the Yellow River, and the breeze blows through my heart, flashing a trace of joy.