Where in the folds of time, this piece of land in the Loess Loess have even lost their laughter, barren fields, lonely barn, open pasture, bare Kangxi and forgotten by the old locust tree in spring in the northwest wind, so sad it seems "sound dust must Xianyang Road" flavor. Autumn Harvest day is the shadow children, through the season, the door of a deep, running in the Wong Nai Tang Tang, the tired, tired of their ancestors to a look end of the village monument and listen to the chirping cuckoo Tears of Blood, eager to bring back the spring to its own small courtyard Paradise.
This proud and bare naked with blue veins of the Loess Plateau is a bloody man, is the uninhibited rough mad man, it is generous attempts sword of the warrior, even the most upright trees with unyielding backbone, refused to lean on fence climbing morning glory, quietly warm heart, but also stimulate the world's pride. Of his influence, the strength of the young man who's dripping with the mighty attitude drum tap the yellow earth, the sound of rumbling happy the mountains and rivers, but also vigorous life. Shaanxi is rich sounds of nature, quivering roar popular, which provide gowns, which Shuai Xiu, and that his beard stare completely conquered every audience, so that South appears to show no dramatic bone. With the drum, Qinchuan have a vitality, even the air is hot out. With the Shaanxi Opera, the plateau's life wonderful, happy to sing "Allegro", happy to splash; sad to sing "Adagio", sad to disappear without a trace. Loess Plateau have also more than that, you listen to listen to loud high-pitched Xin Tian You, you listen to listen to Ruqirusu suona, look Look at the window grilles gratifying fine, you will find a barren plateau effect on the lives later given the wealth, so that people in the Yangtze River Qianxiu all ashamed fascinated.
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