削平险峭的崖石。一千声一万声,唤醒大山的深沉。斩开河床。险滩恶水冲激着光膀子的川江人那跌宕的命运。这声音是一种凄冽。这声音也是一种悲壮的美丽。幺妹的帕子还珍藏在肥裤档最里层的荷包里,白头巾的汉子也有包谷酒般浓淳的痴情。接过父辈的长篙,注定要和纤绳和 Flatten the steep cliff stone. A thousand sounds and tens of thousands of sounds awaken the deep mountains. Open the riverbed. The swift waters of the rapids irritate the uncontrollable fate of the shirtless Sichuanese. This sound is a kind of jealousy. This voice is also a tragic beauty. The sister’s veil is also stored in the innermost pocket of the fat trousers, and the man in the white kerchief also has a fool-like infatuation. The fathers who took over their parents are destined to join