Tongguan chaos

In people's impression of the Yellow River, Tongguan is always filled with thick war smoke, rushing past with a bowl of water and half a bowl of turbid river water.

But this release on June 13 changed my cognition.

At about noon, after a three-hour trek, three or four of us and ten people came to the old capital of the Yellow River. After a simple vegetarian diet, everyone laboriously carried the aquatic animals brought from Xi 'an to the dock, and then boarded the boat and slowly left the dock.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the white clouds in the east are like walls. The river flows quietly, without rushing and noise. We know that the river is deep.

A group of devout lay people recited the Great Mercy Mantra and threw petals, fish, turtles and mussels into the river to pray for the dead, deceased relatives and other lives in distress. Pray that they will live in happiness. Several egrets spread their wings and swam on the river. In the distance, the locomotives on the Longhai Railway galloped from east to west.

From a distance, stork towers stand tall and towering. At that time, Wang Zhihuan realized the life philosophy of "going up a flight of stairs and broadening the horizon of three hundred miles" on the steps of the sunset. I don't think he wants us to be lucky, because the Yellow River in our eyes is unusually clear.

There is a cloud in the fifty-fourth picture of "TuiBei Map": "The atlas is really dragon, and the water of the Yellow River with nine twists is not yellow". There is also a folk proverb "Huang Heqing, a saint, five stars, comes every day". After decades of cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, China has taken on a new look, which probably indicates that the great rejuvenation of our nation is just around the corner.

Standing on the ancient battlefield, I stood on the deck of the ship, and the cool wind messed up my hair, which reminded me of a few lyrics at the end of Romance of the Three Kingdoms: "The swords and swords are dim, the gongs and drums are ringing far away, and fresh faces are flying in front of me, flooding the ancient road in Huang Chen and ruining the border town with fire. You can't take those familiar names with you. Who will decide the ups and downs, the ups and downs are unfounded, and the clouds will disperse overnight. "

The past is like smoke, let us enjoy this rare peace.