怒江也有温软的表情,我站在它面前时,时序已过了立秋,怒江水的蓝,无法用语言描述,也无法用彩笔表现。它横竖一躺,像一个婴孩,重山是怀抱,轻轻一搂,让它入怀。绸缎般的孩体,在群山之间,一定让诗人怜惜。到了六库,才知道这里是进入怒江大峡谷真正的门,不用敲,怒江就知道来了粉丝。怒江在我青春的笔端流淌了好些年,让我毫无章法的青春多了几分雄性。我猜测,我度想,我迷恋,我痴妄,叫怒江的河流,必然怒发冲冠,必然浪遏飞舟,它应该还有无数双铁铸的手,撕一处田亩,切一座高山,轻轻一扯,就会让 Nujiang also has a soft expression, when I stood in front of it, the timing has passed the beginning of autumn, Nu River water blue, can not use language to describe, can not be used crayon performance. It lay a vertical and horizontal, like a baby, heavy mountain is embraced, gently hugged, let it into the arms. Satin-like children, between the mountains, we must pity the poet. To the six libraries, only to know here is the real door into the Nu River Grand Canyon, do not knock, Nujiang to know the fans. Nujiang in my youthful pen flowing for a few years, so I have no rules of the youth a little more male. I guess, I thought, I am infatuated, I am triumphant, called the river Nu, inevitably angry rage, inevitable wave suppression boat, it should also countless pairs of cast iron hand, tear a field mu, cut a mountain, gently one Pull, it will make