When I travel slowly north, and when I stood wearing a setting sun, the wind afar, when the plateau, spring from the east, over the original on Cong. The foot is a large grass, all blooming like a who inadvertently made a joke, all of them the Mid Road Gang. Extends from the front of the horizon is the leopard Ridge, is bluestone ditch, is the mountain section. Wei Shan is not rolling, but it has man's mind, silently tolerate the northwest wind whistling. Field of wheat is jointing quietly climbs the sun, filled with the fragrance of the atmosphere. Flapping in the wind southerly leap out when someone opened the distant voice is singing: "Red flower that yo, bright red, we seized political power, the leadership of Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao's leadership we seized political power ... ..." heart suddenly removed all burden, it seems there are countless flowers and green leaves on the rolling in the dew, is this actually feel a little blue on the original.
How colorful life, how much the Loess Plateau, the number of beautiful dreams, but also the number of the glory of success, so I am so obsessed with obsession, such as Shaanxi, love to the bone, one hair and can not accept? Climbed over a mountain road, wade through a channel of water, saw the plateau glory remains the same, but changed the desolate appearance, more sort of rich, are not geocentric Health and reverence, attachment of the heart, has repeatedly praised: Zhuang Zai, loess plateau.
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