夜。长江。月。月亮爬上树梢,带着朦胧的睡意连叫了几声“长江妈妈”也无人理睬。不远处,长江正默默凝视着远方,眼中噙满了泪光,目光是那么的迟钝与谜茫。好久,长江缓缓地回过头,沙哑地问了一句:“是月儿吗?过来吧!”月亮轻轻来到长江身旁,带着诧异与不解。她看着长江憔悴的面容、伤痕累累的身躯,她再次惊呆了。在她的一再追问下,长江缓缓地道出了缘由:“不久前,人们还这样赞美过我:‘你用甘甜的乳汁哺育各族儿 night. Yangtze. month. The moon climbed up to the top of the tree, and with a drowsy drowsiness he even called several “Mother of the Yangtze River” without paying any attention. Not far away, the Yangtze River is silently staring into the distance, eyes filled with tears, eyes are so dull and enigmatic. For a long time, the Yangtze River slowly turned its head and huskily asked, “Is it the month? Come here!” The moon gently came to the side of the Yangtze River, with strange and puzzled. She looked at Chang Jiang’s face and bruised body. She was shocked again. Under her repeated questioning, the Yangtze River slowly revealed the reason: “Not long ago, people praised me like this: ‘You nurtured ethnic groups with sweet milk.