Beautiful, Loess High Slope
A beautiful song that has y influenced me and continues to this day.
The majestic tune made me savor the inner beauty of the Loess Plateau countless times; the high-pitched notes made me meditate on the bleak beauty of that land; and the gentle outpouring of the song made me adore the people living on that land.
"My family lives on the high slopes of the loess, and the gale blows over ...... from the slopes," this is the "High Slopes of the Loess" that had reddened the earth. It is it, time and time again to call me back to the high slopes of the loess.
My hometown is on the high slopes of the loess, on the banks of the Yellow River. The Huangtu Gaoshan, like my father and his generation, has a wide and deep love, and will be the next generation. The mighty Yellow River is like my hard-working and loving mother, nurturing me with sweet milk and letting me grow up healthily.
I once wanted to use the most moving notes to sing the yellow land, but dug through my heart, did not find the right tune to show its bleak beauty. Only the gusts of wind blowing against the window panes, only to hear the high-pitched "Journey to the Heaven of Letters" echoing in the air.
I once wanted to use the most beautiful words to praise the deep beauty of that land, but I could not find the most appropriate words. I only heard the wind howling and the sand and dust billowing. Is this the only word to describe the yellow land?
A long time ago, the sand and dust of the high slopes of the loess blew from a distant place, moored in the land of his hometown, and since then there is a beautiful loess plateau. Thus, yellow is its most beautiful hue, gale is its most beautiful song, sand and dust is its most beautiful landscape, living in the Loess Plateau of the yellow-skinned Chinese, founded the Chinese civilization.
In my eyes, the Loess Plateau is the most beautiful. I can't even express my admiration for her by searching for words of praise in the world.
Only high sigh: beautiful, loess high slopes!
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea!
2. What are the famous lines describing the Loess PlateauThe famous lines describing the Loess Plateau are:
1, "I live on the Loess Plateau, and in all seasons, the winds blow through the slope, no matter if it is the northwest wind or the southeast wind, it is my home. or the southeast wind, are my song my song, the sun walks down the slope, shining on my kiln, sunning my arms, and my cows follow me, no matter how many years have passed, my ancestors have left me behind, leaving me to sing my song indefinitely, and this Yellow River by my side."
2, my family lives in the loess high slopes, and a bright future beckons me, and the Xixin New Area has Send an invitation, the top 100 townships are hot construction, sightseeing and tourism agriculture has become Zou type, a new generation of professional farmers are growing, my family lives in Huangtu Gaopo, Huangtu Huangtian nourished me, enjoying the ancient rhythm of the Han and Tang dynasties, the harmony of the world, and feel the rapid changes, the good life, thanks to you ah, the lovely hometown, thank you ah, my Huangtu Gaopo.
3, step on the convex high loess slope, as if stepping on the man's bare pectoral muscles, 10,000 ren gullies is your share of blood flow, sleeping giants a thousand years ah - ! Yellow skin color of the woman, prostrate in your exhausted body, a thousand years of love for ten thousand years of love, to moisturize your cracked vicissitudes, she wants to make this barren yellow earth. Emit a wisp of fragrance.
4, such a yellow earth, no one remembers, because there is no soul, take this life, difficult to understand. Nowadays, not many kilns, can you remember, warm in winter and cool in summer, how comfortable, life as such, such happiness, will always come, there is no acceleration, waiting, as when happiness. Sometime, the window looking out of that piece of loess slope, that a kiln, calendar can be clear, and now, more than a little vicissitude, you, still you. Expansion of a band of flying horses, cross a blade of the air. Success and failure without fear, the wind and the moon long song to welcome singing.
5, my family lives in the loess high slopes, where there are countless loess gullies. From where to scrape the dust ah, accumulated into this dry and barren mountains and rivers? The dark face of my father's generation has also y engraved this landscape! At an age when I could barely carry my hand and shoulder, I followed my silent parents and repeatedly walked towards the depths of the mountains. In that loess cracks, between the gullies, I followed the silent parents, the top of the wind and rain, labor ...... silence, is the nature of fate, nowhere to vent; labor, is the law of survival, can not stop.
Loess Plateau is the loess high slopes
Loess Plateau in the northern region of China and the northwest of the junction, it is from the Taihang Mountains in the east, west to the Ussuri Ridge, south of the Qinling Mountains, the Great Wall in the north, mainly including Shanxi, Shaanxi, and Gansu, Qinghai, Ningxia, Henan, and other provinces in part of the region, an area of 400,000 square kilometers accounted for the world's loess distribution of 70% for the world's largest accumulation of loess area. Loess is 50-80 meters thick, the climate is more arid, precipitation is concentrated, vegetation is sparse, and soil erosion is serious. Loess Plateau is rich in minerals, coal, oil, bauxite reserves. The loess is fine-grained, soft and rich in mineral nutrients, which is conducive to farming, and has a long history of reclamation in the basin and river valleys. However, due to the lack of vegetation protection, and the concentration of summer rain, and more rainstorms, in the long-term erosion of running water under the ground was divided into very broken, the formation of gullies and ravines crisscrossing the loess between the mountain plateau, the mountain mount.
3. Description of the Loess PlateauSentences describing the Loess Plateau: 1. 1975, February and March, an ordinary day, fine rain with a half point of snow, are pouring to the earth.
The season has almost come to the hibernation, the snow of course, will not survive, often before the landing, has disappeared without a trace. The cold and long winter on the Loess Plateau seems to be over, but the real warmth of spring is still far from coming.
(Lu Yao, The Ordinary World) 2. The Loess Plateau was once a primeval forest. The Loess Plateau is now a thousand ravines.
The Loess Plateau is full of yellow dust. Underneath his thick body are all dead lives.
Once a virgin forest, now coal and oil. (Spirit recluse "non-linear fluctuation") 3, a piece of lifeless land, can give you the trigger is withered, you can not imagine this lonely old soil, what will grow.
Will it grow golden crops, sweet-smelling apples, and sky-high trees? You don't need to invest in gold, you don't need to worship, as long as you give it water, let it drink enough to wake up, the seeds you sowed, will grow what you want. (Ning Xinlu "old soil") 4, pull the loess in this scattered distribution, the current main agricultural areas along the Yellow River from east to west, there are the river valley basin of Methodist, Jianzha, Guide; these are alluvial plains in the river valley and loess hilly basin.
One of the major river valleys fought over by the major tribes of the Qiang people during the Han Dynasty - the Great and Small Yu Valleys - is believed to have been between Guide and Jianzha. （
Expanded:
The Loess Plateau is one of the birthplaces of the Chinese nation, and Neolithic cultural sites are widely distributed in the southern part of the Loess Plateau, especially in the Fenwei River Valley and the west of the Yuzhi region, which is the most densely populated.
At that time, people lived by fishing, hunting and gathering, indicating that the southern Loess Plateau maintained a good natural ecosystem at that time. On top of the Loess Plateau, the unique culture of the Loess Plateau is nurtured by the gullies and ravines, and the kiln caves that dot the Loess Plateau gullies and ravines are the direct embodiment of this culture.
The kiln is a unique form of housing on the Loess Plateau in northern China, with a strong Han Chinese folklore and local flavor.
Due to the changes in temperature and precipitation with altitude, the vegetation of the mountains in the east and south of the plateau shows obvious vertical distribution differences. According to the combination of temperature conditions, moisture conditions, and with reference to vegetation, soil and agricultural characteristics.
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The hinterland of Asia East, a vast, empty, shocking pale yellow. Takla Yakan, Gurbantunggut, Badanjilin, Ulan Buh ...... and Tengger. These mysterious deserts, one after another, by the essence of the blood to the almost wild wind rolled up, to the northern foot of the Qinling basin pressed. The sky was filled with yellow dust. It was fluttering. Fluttering. The basin disappeared. A mound of yellow soil rises from the sunken earth. The yellow soil is getting thicker and thicker, higher and higher. It piles up into a mount, a beam, and a large, large plateau. This is the plateau, the Loess Plateau. As far as the eye can see, there is only yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Even that from the Ba Yan Ka La rocky mountains between the road to the river, also violently flowing a river of viscous yellow! Between the yellow sky and the earth came a yellow-skinned old man. I couldn't see his face, I couldn't hear his voice, only the long beard that was dyed brown by the yellow soil was fluttering in the purple dust that was sprayed by the sun....... Behind the old man, there was a long, long, long line of men and women who were wrapped in animal skins only in the hidden parts of their bodies. A huge cypress tree took root in the midst of this crowd. Regulus. All the yellow-skinned men and women and their descendants called this huge tree Regulus. Its roots are like countless fingers digging deep into the yellow soil, rooting into the center of the earth, reaching up to the sky, and hugging the whole plateau. The chariots of the First Emperor sweeping the Six Harmonies, the fierce warriors of Han Gaozu singing the great winds, the merchants leaning on the camel's hump on their way out of the Yangguan Pass to the west, the whistling, dancing scimitar, and Genghis Khan's iron horsemen smelling of wine, along with 5,000 years of age, proudly walked from this gold-like plateau to the past, and walked to the past until the ...... merchants fearful of the robbers threw off the ancient silk road stepped by the camel caravans. Silk Road. The warriors who faced the foreigners abandoned the armor and blades of the thousands of kilometers of beacons and flints. The journey was a miserable one, and the emperor's carriage was surrounded by the jade carriage and its cover. They are moving to the rich and fertile south. The south, the green, soft and creamy south. There is no strong ultraviolet radiation, no yellow sand and dust filling the sky, no ice, no snow, no cold that can break the dog's tail, there are beautiful mountains and waters, silk and bamboo pipes and strings, there is a bewitching moth-eyebrow, graceful willow waist, there is a soul-sucking smoky wind, drizzle,...... the apricot blossom of spring rain that calls for a person to be cut off, and even the people of the Yellow Emperor's Kongwu swarthy soul and strength. Soul and brawn and dissolved! And history, but in some confused twilight, was buried into the deep yellow soil. How thick the loess, there is how thick the mystery of the plateau, each colored pots, each bronze sword will tell a story of the ancestors to you listen to the plateau, silent. Accompanying it, is a hook of a thousand years not sinking the lonely moon. No wind. No sound. The plateau is silent. A land without strong and bloody men is sad. But that's China. That's China. Eight hundred years of moaning on a sickbed and two hundred years of being humiliated is not the real China. The real China is the China that shines with the light of silk, the light of Dunhuang, built the Great Wall, dug out the canals, created Confucianism, Taoism, fused Buddhism, Islam, assimilated a branch of foreign invaders. The real China is a good man. This plateau with its bare veins and bones is also a good man. To revive this barren, blood-soaked land, it needs stronger muscles, harder bones, hotter blood flow like the Yellow River, stronger muscles, harder bones, hotter blood flow like the Yellow River, and stronger men than Magellan and Columbus, such as the warrior warriors guarding the tomb of the First Emperor.
5. Poems about the loess high slopes, in addition to the "Western Thinking"Wine Let the bright red sorghum dipped in the scorching sunlight on the loess high slopes, entrusted to the time to brew a pot of fiery fragrance, the neck high swallowed the altar of the concentrated flames, the throat was burned, but healed in a moment, the more painful wounds of the great suffering and great sadness of the road, accompanied by them only it is to the loess plateau of the weeds, which is a fairy brew of the agate, the shepherdesses, thin twisted pigtails can not be wrapped around heavy heavy dreams, the long, shiny whip waved the heavy, bright, and bright. The sheep are in a hurry and lose their way. The blue sky is blown by a white sun, the naked loess has no cover, your eyes are blurred, your eyes are messy, your eyes are wandering in the dust, the dead ravines are echoing with the echo of loneliness, and your heart's barrenness is all over the mountain. You know the grass on the hillside is always yellow, the beautiful flowers never open, you know the uneven paths are the wounds of people's hearts, Silence of the Lambs, you know the old man's pipe is always filled with confusion, the shepherdess's hair turns white overnight, you know the barren land is full of pain, Silence of the Lambs, you know the river is always stirring between the walls, the sand, the sand, the sand, the sand, the sand, and the sand. You know that the river is always stirring amongst the troubled walls, that the sand and stones are always rumbling in the west wind, you know that in the valleys there is always a hoarse roar echoing, Silence of the Lambs, you know all this and yet you are always speechless.