初问黄河陈军一在我广大无边的梦的叶片上，黄河是一条重重的绿痕；在我狭小害仄的人生长巷中，黄河又是一片潮水，像天际暴风雨初临时激荡的惊雷滚滚而来。沉寂的时候，悲观的时候，一切都远去了，什么月影，什么歌吟，都撤退到深秋的荒岛上，感觉像枯骨上的蚁群，动而非... When I first asked the Yellow River, Chen Junyi, on the blades of my vast dream, the Yellow River was a heavy green mark; in the lane where I was growing up, the Yellow River was a tidal wave, like thunderstorms thundering at the beginning of the storm. Come here. In silence, when pessimistic, everything is gone, what moon shadow, what song, retreat to the desert island in the late autumn, it feels like a dying ant colony, moving rather than...