Long considered a song, our mother, or the birthplace of the soul, the Yellow River has become the subject of jokes and has faded from our memories. The tumultuous pleasures of modern life having turned us away from the winding river, we no longer take the time to serenely contemplate it. This is why I decided to follow its rhythm....
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