Through the greatness of the pride of the jagged bones, sober discernment on top of the waves, let fly the wisp of the once-forgotten beacon smoke. The Yangtze River, sunset, white tower, waterwheel ...... Silk Road Yellow River ancient road, the extension of love in the surging waves narrating the immortal theme of force and beauty!
A section of steel beams, for the waking history superimposed on the brilliant mood;
A bridge pier, for the motto of life read the epic sacred!
A male soul to support the skeleton of the sun, condensed into the century's eyes. Infinite charm through ten thousand years of honing, showing the Longyuan coiled fable, so that the first bridge over the Yellow River in the form of a monument, the magnificence of a trip back to basics!
Steel and iron bones, rainbow and wind. Majestic and magnificent Zhongshan Bridge, yo, the sound of the waves written all over the ancient original intention, style to fly the temptation of the years. Solemnity and sanctity, perseverance and glory, has been on the shoulders of the Golden City, stands as a piece of scenery never weathered! The Yellow River mother
Quietly lying on the shore of time, far-reaching gaze through the ancient waves, listening to the blood gurgling flow.
Open the skylight of life, vivid and rich personality, soaked in the ancient wind wiped body, so that the care of young children's gallantry, embracing the quiet character, interpretation of a maternal masculinity, a Yellow River ballad condensed classic.
In a flash, a hundred miles of flavor line, life will be more than a wonderful; blue sky holy, flowers warm, the truth of love written on the wings of the drift, flying in the eyes of the Golden City.
The white tower is hidden, the mountains and the water, a unique charm of the gesture, dancing alone in the pale days and nights, so that a greatness in the ordinary to release the blood and thoughts, on the way back in the spring, enjoy the philosophical baptism and the soul of the monologue.
So, that silent smile to solidify a world of love, waiting for the light of devotion to break through the sky ...... Anning Peach Blossom
Forty miles of peach forests, on the branches of flowers that burn with imagination and stay fragrant. Through the vivid face and pure voice of the season, let fly the blooming soul and blood.
A piece of fiery red crowing, with a classical posture in full bloom on the banks of the Yellow River; a compelling desire to penetrate every inch of the artistic impulse to create the natural charm.
Through the dust of the years, the unassuming elegance, so that forty miles of soaring flames adorned with youthful flowers, so that the magnificent soul of the high and transparent, so that the pink butterflies in the sky and the spring breeze hand in hand, so that the passionate interpretation of the "Butterfly Lovers" and the love of the *** song ......
The flowers bloom silently, a touch of delicate red plume, blooming a kind of Spirit, rosy into the ancient painting of landscape writing, in the waves of the Yellow River to read and write about the love of an extremely holy process of ascension.
The beauty testifies, the spring testifies. Moonlight's footsteps shallow trip through the spring mud, the rose and poetry implanted in deep dreams, implanted in the shapely Jincheng ...... sheepskin raft
The eyes of the pilgrims along the other side of the waterway, can not walk away from the profound connotation.
In the turbid waves, the ancient and primitive sheepskin air bag is like a flash of light, cutting through the tough water ripples, shaking into the deep peaks and valleys of the Great Northwest.
A bowl of spirits, a song of flowers, wooden paddles along the water and out, the sound of the horn in the waves dance out a piece of piety. Facing the surging river wind, with full of passion and bravado, deduce a loud masculine, so that thousands of miles of Longyuan wistfully intoxicated drums, lit the Yellow River on both sides of the curling smoke.
Sheepskin bow like back, filled with a long history; rope section pulled up the power, and brewing the theme of upward resurgence.
A world of relief, shoulder up a piece of overwhelming scenery; sunshine ladder, in the mother's broad and tolerant bosom, standing tall and unyielding thoughts ...... Yellow River Waterwheel
Babbling music, spinning the Yellow River's staid, deeper than the night, sinking deeper than the river.
Cangmang's silhouette, in the gap between summer and autumn, quietly stationed at the once sandy shore, pulling up a piece of the setting sun's falling red, rotating into a unique landscape. A kind of song originating from the depths of life, running with the flight of the waves, flowing with the respect for the dedication.
The waterwheel is speechless, and speechlessness often becomes the loudest sound. Watching over the distant wheat fields, ****ming depths filled with a river of cooking smoke yearning, gulping such as orchid breath melted into some kind of mottled harmony, drunken tourists stay and marvel.
Or is it the will of fate, or is it the persistence of survival. The old memory of the gathering of life energy, stretching out calloused hands, from thousands of years of civilization to hold a piece of the promise of true love, hold a golden harvest.
Several times the tide rises and rises, how many sunrises and sunsets, consistently watching over the long-desired, with round after round of rotation, tirelessly listening to the melody of the Yellow River, so that the spirit and divinity of life to write that round of the round of the dream ......
Lanzhou Pacific Drums
The king of the western drums, the Longyuan The drum king of the west, the hero of the Longyuan Plateau, towers between heaven and earth with majestic might. The thick and affectionate loess nurtures your blood, your spirituality and your majesty.
Purple-faced man, girded full of confidence, with the history of the casting of the sword of the liver and gall bladder, step on the Taiji clouds and flowing water like astral steps, in the ups and downs, gale gusts of rhythmic sound, dancing as thunderous roar of joy, such as the mountains of the spectacular, boiling Longyuan heroic thoughts.
How many of these songs have been sung throughout the ages, and in the sound of the drums, the Yellow River's gravity and the Great Wall's loftiness rise.
How many passionate like fire tenderness, in the brewing of spring wind and autumn rain, writing the harvest laughter and mother's advice!
The long round drum bone, because of the old wine of the plateau, the life of the old wine, life rumbled Gaolan Mountain towering; that Dunhuang flying posture in the change of rigid and soft, when the call of history and the blessing of spring dance in the red colored silk, superimposed prints of the sun's promise.
As the dragon's dance, as the dragon's hometown, full of passionate blood sprayed only for peace and happiness and pray. Therefore, the continuous drum beat is always the most primitive and pure syllables, in the people's plump smile, with a flame-like enthusiasm, infected every inch of the sky, every inch of the land in the Longyuan Plain of thousands of miles.