Jihukou Waterfall

Some people say that the water in the Yellow River is dirty.

Is it dirty? I have been to the Yellow River, and the water in my memory is really unclean. The water in Hukou Waterfall may be even dirtier.

The earliest record of hukou comes from Shangshu-Gong Yu, the earliest geographical document in ancient China. "Hukou and Liang Qi have records." And the surging roar in The Yellow River Cantata always fascinates me.

I have seen the Sino-Vietnamese Transnational Waterfall, Guizhou Huangguoshu Waterfall and Jinxiu Wisteria Waterfall, but I have never been to Hukou, let alone the waterfalls there.

After all, waiting is long, but it is also exciting, a kind of stimulation around dreams.

We went from Shanxi to Hukou, and the dirt road was really difficult. We have to look around, this place is remote and dirty. Standing on the side of the road, splashing mud hit us, and the weather was bad, so we couldn't see the sun all day.

I ate lunch in a hurry, got off the highway quickly and came to the foot of the mountain by the river. There are many cars here, which look like a long queue. We won't move unless we look carefully. We went upstream along the mountain and approached the waterfall bit by bit.

The air is getting wetter and the fog is getting thicker. Slowly, the rain fell silently, quietly, like a silent night. Only the sound of waterfalls keeps lingering in my ears, which is the only hope in boredom and the only thing that can make people excited. Gradually, time became slow, only car horns in fog and light rain and disturbing smells in the air. It was getting dark, but suddenly the sky seemed to brighten, bringing hope and dawn, dispersing the dark clouds and letting the Yellow River shine into the blue sky.

The rain stopped silently and came and went in a hurry.

"Here we are!" The driver said.

There are too many people, which I didn't expect.

We got off the bus, squeezed into the crowd and entered the scenic spot.

The sky is gray, and sometimes a few raindrops fall. The air is still so humid.

The land is natural and full of potholes.

The farther you go, the wetter the air is, and the water vapor is constantly sent to your nose.

There are many people on the shore, with waterfalls in the middle and Shaanxi on the other side. We found a gap in the crowd and got in.

Actually, he didn't let me down. The surging Yellow River water falls from a height, forming a waterfall, with a small drop, but full of movement. Such as Ma Benteng, such as a golden ribbon, covered with a floor. The falling water droplets break down and float in the air, which looks like rolling white smoke from a distance. The rest of the water collects at the bottom and turns into white foam. Then, the current slowed down and swam slowly in the direction we came from. It all happened so fast that by the time I realized it, the water had already flowed away and the new Yellow River water was rushing down from it.

Tourists on the shore hold umbrellas, scream, laugh and shout together.

The wind on the shore has been blowing. It's like cheering and beating the already hot drum.

Due to the rain, some places were flooded. I stood on the shore, looking at the rolling Yellow River water, and I was very excited. Water, the water of life, is the water that breeds millions of people! Can't help feeling the miracle of life.

This is a million-strong army, and everyone has come down with swords and shields. They make a hullabaloo about They rushed to the front, just to die in the battlefield and show their edge. The splashing water droplets are their bullets, and the fog is endless smoke. They fought bravely to defend the cradle of life-the Yellow River of life.

"Go!" They shouted, "Go!"

The sound is constantly echoing between the two sides. They are always alive, and they defend the dignity of the Yellow River.

When they melt, when they are swept away by huge waves, I can't help feeling a little sorry. But they didn't retreat. They are asking heaven: Are we weak?

Weak? They are willing to dry their bodies on the earth and be swallowed up by the ruthless sunshine. They are not afraid of sacrifice, top gun. Are they still weak?

After the rain, the fresh air washed away the boredom in my heart, let the water of the Yellow River flood into my body and mind, injected the vigorous vitality into my heart, and made my heart surge.

I see, the Yellow River is a hero. Wearing golden shirts, they flocked to the other side of their dreams. They set everything in gold and proudly left their names.

Everything around is golden, even the dense air is golden.

This is a solemn battlefield, a tribute to the soul, and a burden-bearing silence.

The waterfall in front of us is still surging and spectacular. The vortex in the center seems to devour everything, but it still can't stop the flow of the river of life, and it flows farther and wider.

There is an endless sky ahead.

I quickened my pace in the noisy and dreary air and felt relieved.

Unconsciously, the weather is just right, relaxed and happy. I witnessed this glorious journey. At least, I have been here.

Just, in the heart still have some doubts:

Yellow River water, is it dirty?