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I am a bird from the north
I am a bird from the north.
My home is in the middle of the salt lake in Hedong, and the cold north wind is whirring.
Standing in the salt lake, looking into the distance, the Phoenix Valley under the Zhongjo Mountain in the south is silent, and the mountain is still sleeping. On that salt road, no one was walking for a long time, and occasionally there were teams that liked to explore on foot, laughing and walking through. Sometimes, there will be lovers of literature and archaeology who will explore the secrets of the ancient salt road, even if it is a horseshoe nest. Every step along the way, take a steady step.
Looking at the dongguo village in the distance, Mr. Dongguo has long disappeared into the long river of history, but his kindness, his story with the wolf, will be passed down forever. It is said that the story of Bole Soma is also from The Nakajo Mountain, which shows that there were once countless horses galloping on the land of Hedong. I have never seen the Bole of the Thousand Mile Horse in the picture, but I have witnessed Hedong step by step into a modern city, and those builders have once again embodied the heroism and wisdom of the Hedong people.
At the foot of the mountain, Arashiyama Root reproduces the appearance of a market town and becomes a place where Yuncheng people gather on weekends. Snack a street, let everyone eat until the belly round. Exquisite costumes, full of charm of the tea house, and the big stage of the Pu opera singing. There are often recitation associations and dance associations performing in the large square, showing the spiritual outlook of Hedong people.
Looking further west, it was as if I saw Guan Yu carrying a large knife in his hand, striding from Guan Gong's hometown, guarding the salt lake and guarding Hedong... Turning to the north and south, the soul finally returned to its hometown and rested on the shore of The Salt Lake in Hedong.
I stood quietly in the middle of the lake, the modern city to the north, and the Zhongtiao Mountains to the south. The cries of those anti-war heroes on Mount Nakajō seemed to ring in their ears. Eight hundred brave men jumped the Yellow River, they in order to protect the Zhongtiao Mountain, in order to guard the salt lake, in order to protect the land of Hedong.
Although I am a lonely bird, my heart is full of love for the land of Hedong. Day after day, it is guarded on the shore of the salt lake.
(Juanjuan Wang)