十月，我坐在黄河岸边，梳理情绪。我的双脚踏着被水丢弃的、刻着历史痕迹的沙滩；我的双臂伸展如翅，轻轻地触摸沐浴过朝露夕阳的柳枝；我的眼睛扑向那极遥远、极辽阔、极深邃的天空。我的思潮起飞，沿着沙滩，顺着柳稍，飞出地平线，在苍穹盘旋，体验十月的情绪。历史如色板 In October, I sat on the bank of the Yellow River, combing emotions. My feet were marched on the sandy beach, with its traces of history, which were discarded by the water; my arms stretched out like wings, gently touching the willows bathed in the morning dew; my eyes pounced upon that very far, very vast, Very deep sky. My thoughts take off, along the beach, along the Willow, fly out of the horizon, circled in the sky, experience the emotions of October. History as color