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The golden wind swept along the river, on the side of a high loess hill, and the dry crispy soil surface was peeled like dust and smoke, and it was raised day by day

A dusty man with unkempt hair climbed up the mound with difficulty, propped himself up, put his hands on a pergola to block the dazzling sunlight, raised his eyes and looked at the boundless fertile wilderness, but when he saw the nine scrolls of dragon songs under the high sky, the river meandered for thousands of miles, the torrent was rolling, and the supreme magnificence couldn't help but wrinkle the corners of his eyes, and tears welled up

I have seen all the splendid rivers and mountains, traveled all over China, and now I have finally returned to my hometown and seen this magnificent, great, and the Yellow River, which draws from the source of heaven and water

Alive, I'm alive......

This picturesque world, if there is no survival and attachment of billions of living beings, to whom will your beauty be delivered?

He stood there for a long time, pressed his sleeves in the corners of his eyes on both sides, and with this indescribable mood, he walked to the scattered houses on the side of the fork in the river

When going downhill, the wind passed by, and the broken big skull was pulled up to the sky, and it was like fire

At the entrance of the village, an old tree is entwined with vines and kudzu, withered like washing, and in the surrounding grass and grain piles, there are occasionally one or two flutters of chickens and birds shaking their wings

"Kill"

"Don't let the dog tartars run away"

The shout startled the man When he looked up, a little boy in a blue shirt ran out of the entrance of the village, and several boys behind him rode a broom and chased after him with wooden knives in their hands, and they were stunned when they saw this strange man, and they turned around and ran away quickly, and the little boy in the blue shirt sucked the snot that drooped to his lips, and when he looked back, he saw that the others were gone, and shouted: "Wait for the goose" and waved his hand and chased after them

The man understood, smiled, shook his head, and moved on

At the entrance of the village, the house under the big tree is low and dilapidated, the grass is overgrown in the cracks of the tiles, and the hedge made of wattle planks encloses a small threshing field, in which the loess is rammed with gold, and the sunlight is shining, and the light and shadow of silent walking between the cracks of the wooden frame give the heavy, carved grinding pan a sundial-like delicacy

The man shuffled as he walked past him, glancing only a glance into the courtyard, but suddenly froze

In the middle of the pyre in the small courtyard was a long-handled broken knife diagonally

He stopped and looked at it for a moment, and then suddenly leaped through the fence and came near, and picked up the broken knife

The knife is broken off at the waist The blade is rusty and thick, the edge is missing, the fracture has been ground bald, and the gap between the handle is full of black and swarthy oil mud You can vaguely feel a little carving texture when you touch it, and the feel is familiar, like the residual temperature of a memory burned

As if he remembered something, he hurriedly turned over and saw that the root of the knife seedling was close to the gauntlet, and the word "Changhe" was faintly inscribed

"The Long River...... The Long River ......"

His shoulders shook, his whole body trembled, and he cried bitterly with his knife

Someone said loudly: "Who is Nen who wants to steal the goose's firewood knife?"

Hearing this immature Henan accent, the man was stunned for a moment, looked sideways, and saw a **-year-old, bare pigtailed girl jumping out of the house, looking at himself with a bang

The man asked, "Where did you get this knife?"

The little girl said: "I picked it up from the Yellow River" and felt inappropriate after saying it, and added loudly: "The goose picked up is the goose's"

"Suzuko, which one are you talking to?"

With the old man's voice, in the crack of the rain-eroded and deformed door, an old woman with gray sideburns poked her head out and saw the unkempt man in the courtyard with a firewood knife in her hand

The man was apologetic, and under the gaze of the old and the young, the old and the young, the two pairs of eyes, slowly put the knife back in its original position, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, put it on the ground, and retreated to the outside of the courtyard

The old woman said in a dumb voice: "Drink saliva"

The man shook his head: "Thank you"

The little girl was still staring at him fiercely, and when she saw that he was already outside the fence, she ran out quickly, picked up the silver, and ran back, and bit it hard in her mouth, and looked at the tooth marks on it, and said in surprise: "Mama, it's true."

The old man was full of surprise and bewildered, and he only held her tightly with his hand

The little girl struggled to break away, ran two steps to the center of the courtyard, and shouted to the tired man: "If you like it, take it, and sell it to the tender."

The man held the fence in his hand and smiled back: "No need, let it be accompanied by firewood, it's the same."

He glanced deeply at the broken knife again, looked up at the bright blue sky, looked at the village alleys with fallen leaves and gold, smiled with satisfaction, and muttered in his mouth: "Passerby, passerby" cheered up, strode forward, and marched into the autumn colors