Have you ever seen the Yellow River so gentle and lively?

As the escalator slowly rises, the full view of the grassland gradually unfolds. Early autumn has arrived, with the grassland blending green and yellow, tender and romantic. From afar, the river winds and twists, stretching into the distance. The sky gifts the river its blue. Blue water flows through the green and yellow fields and hills. The soft colors make one stop and admire. I have seen the Yellow River rushing and roaring, and also seen it carrying mud and sand. But here, I meet another side of it— clear, calm, gentle, and lively. Perhaps the true appearance of all things is not only in others' descriptions, but gradually becomes clear in one’s own footsteps.