这样的清流,怎么也无法和我记忆中那条咆哮浑浊的黄河融和在一起,倒是使我联想起江南的新安江和太湖,联想起我故乡崇明岛上的河。然而黄河和江南的河流毕竟是不一样的,平缓的河滩连着一望无际的草原。草原上,成群的绵羊和牦牛在悠闲地吃草。一个身穿大红长袍的藏族姑娘坐在草地上看着我们,远远看去,犹如盛开在绿草中的一朵硕大的红花。草原的尽头,峻拔的高山绵延起伏,好像已触到天边涌动的白云。 This clean, how can I not remember that with the roaring turbid Yellow River together, but added that reminds me of the South of the Xin’anjiang and Taihu Lake, reminiscent of my hometown Chongming Island River. However, after all, the rivers of the Yellow River and the Jiangnan River are not the same. The gentle riverbanks are connected with the endless prairie. Grasslands, flocks of sheep and yak leisurely grazing. A Tibetan girl in a red robe sat on the grass watching us, from afar, like a huge saffron blooming in the green grass. At the end of the prairie, the rugged mountain stretches undulatingly, as if it has touched the white clouds surging toward the sky.