WuPengChuan

WuPengChuan

The southern small little WuPengChuan

That is the most beautiful in my memory the most beautiful dream

The girl in the singing

My heart in the lake with her ripples

The southern small little WuPengChuan

Carrying that year a dream girl headed where you are going

Now bow without the former days the singing

My heart is like the lake ice cold cold

The south WuPengChuan small ornament of hometown night

Calm and gentle on the lake of the girl whose sing

The south WuPengChuan move off the small yesterday evening

The ship singing girl don't know where she went

-xie jun

Ever since I came to suzhou, often can see WuPengChuan figure. They are always in the quiet drips bulky, also or is ManYouYou adrift in the lake center, sometimes slow, light, and sometimes visitors or shift in his top, the better station is a beautiful beautiful scenery.

WuPengChuan jiangnan unique traffic tool is the footprint, they almost all over the jiangnan the areas where there is water. WuPengChuan is thin in the boat on a layer of ceiling adornment, ceiling is the stem by bamboo weaving and become, most outside on a layer of bituminous coal brush, then become. The characteristics of the WuPengChuan lies in its ceiling, because WuNong language "black" is called "the", so it is called the "tranquil WuPengChuan......."

WuPengChuan is really jiangnan people's masterpiece. It is not only for shelter, also can resist the snow blow sunshine. Leisure time, invite some friends, buy some snacks melon and fruit, called on a small boat, IP is carrying you slowly to the rippling water over the lake. The boat's wobbly, ShuiEr ripples, such as washing water layer, and friends in the dark ChuanPeng hide, chatting, and eating snacks, I am afraid it is a treat!

Don't want to also can, by boat in, in the seven xiangtang tang, in lion forest, in the lingering garden, you can see they figure. They or isolated a, also may be the crowds of one. Isolated, asing if is the vast sea of boats, safety is fluttering, slide forward; When in groups, they have a load of a ship full of tourists, sure, there are the beauty, tourists embrace or holding the camera on the shore, the visitors also is such. Your lens pointing to distance the grey building historical precipitation, my lens is pointing to you. You pull, show in the appealed to the screen. They like to wear into a sequence of the law of the WeiYe, turn left turn right, go straight.

IP is middle-aged man, there is very few women. Of course, to rent a boat to do photography is rare. But also have no. Once in the tang street have seen a, tall with white and soft line model jade hand against the heavy boat OARS, slow motion like the surface of the water, each oar struck, stirred numerous ripple and spray. Sitting on a few tourists, each one a face and smile. This of course is to take pictures of a photography on purpose. But is "do" come out, we also seriously. The young beauty and carefree holiday OARS, face to support the turn, is really a hot heart!!!!!

No WuPengChuan hometown, but there are similar to the WuPengChuan HangJiao ship. The past no no bridge place have such the boat, there are booming, the function is and WuPengChuan the same. But no jiangnan water that well-known fame. When I was a child younger sister to home after a big river, adults always rent a boat, then cross the river. It is small, be afraid of a river bend heart zone, ship, to flutter of some bad, for I the burst into tears. Mother also helpless, so threatening way: to cry, cry again put you throw the river! The decline, it doesn't matter, I'm more intense. IP is a about twenty girl, then comforts, not afraid, and immediately landed. I follow her fingers place, indeed as expected, the ship is looking a bit slow to the other shore. So, I don't cry, the safety of the ship and shore.

Grew up, always wander out. Rarely have the time back to hometown to see see. And nine years fall, I take time to go to a trip home. And by the way to a grandmother there. After visiting her old man's house, we turn to small aunt's house there. The car, I asked my mother, and the boat over there? Mother said, on the bridge, the people I'm afraid all out! I wonder, in this plan to take a seat, it seems to be to smoke.

The young aunt home, mother and young aunt gossip for a long time. I take time to run to the river, down a lush bank seeking childhood some memory. But there still have? I came to close on the bridge, standing on the bridge from such as around. The river has no momentum, at the beginning of the former surges, of the river, how has now be civilization of domestication, obey orders in the soft soft gas. At the beginning of the boat is out of the boat, history, forget in my mind with a unknown rarely used.

Ah, people grow up, total want to experience some of the pain. Especially emotional. The feelings of the world, we will always be weak, is always hurt people. Maybe, time can forget everything, like the boat that home in rolling in the history, since every piece, a trace of dust into crumbs. Leave a us, but at the beginning of that love, that not a house, a pain not the desire living and dying...

Bridge, I see the distance of the bank of the green grass colourful flowers. A few head of cattle eating grass silently, sometimes glance left and right, like looking at what unknown dangerous????? Or like me in on orders of seeking a was a memory?

As if all the voices of the stop at this moment, the ear side seems to have heard the hybridization see song:

The southern small little WuPengChuan

That is the most beautiful in my memory the most beautiful dream

The girl in the singing

My heart in the lake with her ripples

The southern small little WuPengChuan

Carrying that year a dream girl headed where you are going

Now bow without the former days the singing

My heart is like the lake ice cold cold

The south WuPengChuan small ornament of hometown night

Calm and gentle on the lake of the girl whose sing

The south WuPengChuan move off the small yesterday evening

The ship singing girl don't know where she went

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