The Yellow River has nine songs and eighteen songs.

The poem about nine bends and eighteen bends is 1. The mountains cover the day, Fujian, Chu, go up a storey still higher, and the Yellow River with nine bends and eighteen bends is today's color.

Poems describing the Yellow River: You didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the heavens and entered the ocean, never to return. Li Bai's "Into the Wine" "The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has been written in his arms."

Li Bai's Fourteen Poems for Pei is a lonely mountain with the Yellow River and white clouds far away. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci is lonely and straight in the desert, and the long river sets the yen.

In Wang Wei's "Going to the Frontier", the mountains cover the daytime, the heron lodge in Wang Zhihuan, and the ocean drains the golden river. I would like to cross the Yellow River, but I will choke on the ferry and climb the snow on the Taihang Mountain. Li Bai's "it is hard to go" sings nine songs about the Yellow River and the Wan Li sand, and the waves roll all over the world. Liu Yuxi's "Waves on the Sand" in Tang Dynasty shows the Yellow River at night, and the cold sand is like a battlefield. [Ming] Li's "Night Sleeping on the Yellow River" set sail in front of Qingkougang, and Changhuai East was launched as a string.

I hurried across the river with two oars, and the wind blew to the beach overnight. [Ming] Li Dongyang's "Crossing the Yellow River" In the year when Jinhe returned to Yuguan, Ma Ce's knife ring was in the DPRK.

(Liu Tang Zhong Yong's "Expropriating the People's Complaints") Idiom about the Yellow River: yue longmen, a distinctive carp, the suffering of the Yellow River is concentrated in a set of water control in Gong Yu, and Nu Wa won the title of the first river in the Central Plains. Carp yue longmen, mountains and rivers, Li River, Qingshe River, Minghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, don't give up all kinds of harm to the Yellow River by Huang Heqing and saints, but the rich can't wash away the nausea and kindness on the Yellow River, and the goodness and evil on the Yangtze River can't watch the return of the Yellow River without watching the return of Sichuan Daimei and the mountains. A hundred years later, the Yellow River burst, and the county magistrate could not live in the Yellow River with nine bends and eighteen bays in the world. Mount Tai in Ningxia, Huang Hefu, collapsed in front of it, its face unchanged. The Yellow River is determined by its mouth, but its heart is not.

2. Composition Ili Jiuqu Eighteen Bends

This summer vacation, I followed my grandparents to Wuyishan, Fujian, where I visited the beautiful nine bends and eighteen bends.

Take a bus to the entrance of the scenic spot, and when you get off the bus, you will see an antique stone workshop standing in front of you. Passing the stone workshop, a green hill jumped into my eyes. The mountains are covered with lush trees. We walked along the path in the forest, and the birds in the forest sang in our ears. Over the hill, suddenly enlightened, a ten-meter-wide, endless stream appeared. More than twenty bamboo rafts are neatly docked on the stream. This is the nine bends and eighteen bends we are going to drift.

Everyone sat on the bamboo raft and went down the river. The uncle who supported the bamboo raft gently used the bamboo pole and the bamboo raft floated forward. My uncle told us about the scenery and history of nine twists and turns. I sat on a bamboo raft, watching the scenery and listening to my uncle tell us stories. I saw lovely little fish swimming around in the water; There are pebbles at the bottom of the stream, as small as a full stop, but big enough for a four-year-old child to lie down and spread from the stream to the shore. On both sides are Wang Feng and Yunu Mountain, and in Wang Feng and Yunu Mountain, there are hanging coffins left by ancient people's funerals and poems and inscriptions left by Zhu and other scholars in previous dynasties. I heard the trickle of water under my feet, heard the birds singing in the mountains, and felt the bamboo raft walking through the painting. Where the water surface is wide, the stream flows smoothly, and it is all supported by my uncle with bamboo poles. At the end of each turn, the water surface narrows, the water becomes very turbulent, and there is still a big gap after the turn. Bamboo rafts seem to plunge water everywhere, just like riding a roller coaster. After several roller coasters, we drifted downstream to the finish line.

It's more than 60 kilometers with nine twists and eighteen bends, and we only drifted for 4 or 5 kilometers this time. But I also appreciate the strangeness here. I not only enjoyed the beautiful natural scenery here, but also experienced the profound culture and long history of China.