A folk story about the Yellow River

a long time ago, the old yellow river was a wild horse that was hard to tame and ran as if it were a monster with its teeth on its lips, roaring day and night, prowling and swallowing all the good fields.

the people of han, on both sides of the yellow river, have to live at the tip of the hill and in a ditch with a knife and fire.

at that time, ningxia was not a plated plain of a horse, but a tumbled mountain, with no flat field and no field to pour on the yellow river.

it has been said that on the mount of oxen there are several families who return to the hanites and their elders raise water at the bottom of the mountain and plant the land above it.

the old, the little ones are busy, and they're not fed, they're not dressed, they're long and they can't stand it.

there was a year, a 70-cent return, called erd, when a guacamole was planted in the mountains.

he rises early and dark, picks up water for cucumbers in the yellow river, swollen shoulders, skins on his feet, and cucumbers are carefully raised, young and sweet.

this day, i was tired and fell asleep in the garden door.

when he was asleep, he dreamt that the sky was coming up with a white cloud, and gradually it was turned into a white beard, shaking with silver beards, and he used to say, "there are two big winds today, you have to watch out.

it's a yellow wind that blows cucumbers, and a black wind that makes cucumbers fall.

no matter the wind, you don't take cucumbers off.

the old man woke up and disappeared with a white beard, but saw the yellow wind on the north side and came to the head of the cow.

the old man looked at the cucumber in detail, and he was in deep pain, sweating for a year, and didn't move at all.

when we get to the back, a dark wind passes, and the mountains shake and the leaves fall down and down.

as soon as the cucumber came down, he was so angry that he threw a cucumber down the yellow river.

the yellow river immediately broke a line.

as the fairy cut with a knife, he saw the bottom of the river in a clear and clear way, and as the old man went down, the river went up and down.

the old man is tired and hungry, sitting on the bank of the river, blinking, dancing with gold and fainting.

at this point, the old man heard the white bearded man say, “the cucumber is the key to conquering the yellow river, which can be called the yellow river, or the yellow river.

but now the yellow river is called yellow wind and black wind, and the two ibilis are in trouble.

you can't rush, you have to be patient, you have to work more.

next year, when you grow another garden cucumber, when the cucumber is ripe, you throw the biggest one in the yellow river.

when you walk into the bottom of the river, you pick the jewels, you take the grain, and you have a sword to kill the demons, and you tame the yellow river.

the following year, the hard-working old man planted another garden of cucumbers, which he was afraid of long distances, sweating and picking water from the yellow river.

the man who worked so hard ended up with a three-foot cucumber in the garden that looked like a key.

the old man was happy to sleep in the melon garden day and nightto the melon.

this day, the weather is so clear.

old man took the three-foot cucumber off and read "tasmy" and threw it into the yellow river.

at that point, only the yellow river was roaring, and the stones that had broken the bottom of the river were clearly visible.

old man went down to the bottom of the river and saw a hole on the bank of the river, where the pearls had everything.

the old man took some, and just as he went out, he heard a storm roaring, and the waves rolled over the river, and the waves passed.

he took the sword and struck dozens of swords around the black and yellow cyclones.

in a moment, black and yellow winds are blowing out.

at this point, the yellow river's cracks gradually tighten.

recalling the command of the whitebeard, the sword could conquer the yellow river, he was luminous in his heart and thought, "i will make the yellow river fill the trenches and level the mountain beams." the old man, with two swords, slashed down to the yellow river, and the water of the yellow river stopped running, as if a wall had been blocked in front of him, but the festival had risen, and far away it was feared.

three days later, there was water everywhere, leaving only a few tipping points.

it's the old man who drew the sword and told the yellow river to move forward.

since then, the deep ningxia of the mountain ditch has become a horse-pancheon, and the people of han, who live on both sides of the yellow river, have built their fields with their hard-working hands and have lived happily。