象风?象云?象流水?象尘烟? 在大漠的深处,在大高原的边缘,顺着地平线,靠着蓝天,在漫漫的原野里滑动。是清泉,随着岁月的河流去了,流不完的沉重、凄楚、哀怨的歌声。那些歌,是留在人的记忆中的,常常使人重温那个过去了的痛苦的年代。几千年了,黄河子孙、炎黄儿女背负着沉重的铁枷,艰涩地朝更大的沉重走去。 Like the wind like clouds like water like dust like smoke In the depths of the desert, on the edge of the Great Highlands, along the horizon, against the blue sky, sliding in the long wilderness. Is the spring, with the years of the river went, endless heavy, sad, plaintive song. Those songs, which are left in human memory, often make people relive the painful years that passed. Thousands of years ago, the children of the Yellow River and the children of Armenia carried a heavy iron flail and walked towards the greater heavyheartedly.