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The small courtyard was filled with sunlight. Every time I raised my feet and turned around, the sunlight flickered and dazzled. The dog was crouching under the eaves, holding a bowl of red flowers in his hand and purring as he pushed the hot pot noodles into his mouth. The hot pot noodles were mixed with cabbage, radish, tofu, dried gluten and the like. The fragrant steam steamed over his big rough face, and the sunlight also added a fragrant smell of hot pot noodles. The dog's forehead was sweating, and two yellow cotton-padded jackets were opened on the left and right, revealing a purple chest. For a dog, no matter what his wife Dang Rong cooks, he will always look like he is eating without his life. At this time, Dang Rong was leaning against a small jujube tree in the middle of the courtyard, watching the man eat with relish. Watching a man eat is her greatest joy, and the sound of a man purring is her greatest reward.

After getting off the bus on the way from Yuncheng to Fenglingdu, I climbed up a steep slope to the overpass above, and a different world unfolded before my eyes. The gentle curve of Zhongtiao Mountain is closely connected with the broad Yellow River. This is the end of Zhongtiao Mountain and the gateway for the Yellow River to enter the Central Plains from the hinterland of Shanxi and Shaanxi. The Yellow River has formed a large tidal flat here. Under the thin sunshine in winter, the broad river beach shows its proper color and tranquility. A layer of white mist hangs over the boundless river beach, enveloping it with the bloom of the coming spring, the lush green of summer and the richness of autumn. A line of the Yellow River is hidden in the horizon, and the Qinchuan land opposite is shrouded in smoke. The fresh and moist breath from the waves of the Yellow River blew slowly in the wind and sent me my first greetings.