The complete poem of "Wupeng Boat Listening to Yumian"

Wooden boat, listen to the rain and sleep,

A mist and rain pillow cover the south of the Yangtze River. For some people,

Jiangnan is a light ink painting.

With a brush and a little ink,

you can draw what you want in your heart. Jiangnan dream.

Hazy rain, small bridges and flowing water,

adding a awning boat,

is the most poetic scenery in Jiangnan in dreams. If Jiangnan is a dream,

then the awning boat is

a bit of agility that cannot be erased in the dream.

The awnings in the water alley are swaying,

crossing the small bridge, passing by other people's houses,

swaying the story of Jiangnan. The black-topped boat is not on the beach of the Spring River on a moonlit night, nor does it have the grandeur and luxury of the Qinhuai Painted Boats.

But it combines the frailty of scholars and the play of children.

< p>The gentleness of the daughter, the simplicity of the people,

These are natural and integrated. Maybe time will really stand still in one place,

The familiar awning boat parked at the pier,

The familiar black felt hat, and the familiar boat girl. Poems and paintings sleep in misty rain pavilions,

White walls, blue tiles and black awning boats,

One oar shakes the heart mirror of broken waves,

Whose Wuyin caresses softly string. Take a small boat with a black awning,

pour a pot of wine of time,

take a look at the scenery on both sides of the strait,

listen to a Wuyin tune,

Walking on the water, you suddenly feel like you are in a paradise.

At sunset

Standing at the bridge,

watching the late-night awning boats passing by

and then going away, The quiet village disappears in the light twilight,

Quiet dusk,

Quietly watching the sunset,

Quietly waiting for a round The rising of the moon.

The two ends of the black-awned boat are pointed,

the ship is covered with a semi-circular awning,

it is painted with tung oil black paint, so it is called "Wu",

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Wupeng boats have been around for more than 2,500 years. Wupeng boats are a regional symbol of Jiangnan water towns.

They often appear in dense water alleys.

They move briskly and park leisurely, either alone or in groups.

Only one has a high standard, while in a group one has great power.

In the past, people went out to farm,

fish and catch shrimps, visit relatives and friends, have weddings and funerals,

all of which were inseparable from this small awning boat. Lu You once described the black-awned boat:

The light boat is eight feet long and has three low awnings.

It takes over the misty rain in Pingzhou.

The mist and rain in the river south of the Yangtze River are elegant and quiet.

It is inseparable from the awning boat. Traveling is brisk, parking is leisurely and elegant,

Swaying and swaying, dreaming and waking up,

The story of Jiangnan is swaying.

Sing a song of mourning on the awning boat,

Whoever has lost the past has lost his time...

The awning boat carries the meaning of Tang poetry and Song lyrics Rhyme,

quietly with a kind of feminine femininity,

moored under the moonlit bridge,

all the tenderness in life are paid. On the awning boat. The waves on the river are vast, and you can paddle on the river for thousands of miles, which has a unique charm.

Docked to the shore, the silence remains as before.

It is the artistic conception of "the boat crosses the wild without a boat". The lights are sparkling, and the people are singing softly.

It is the gentle and charming paved boat. The most beautiful thing is,

A meeting in a Wupeng boat.

On the boat, off the boat, every moment,

a story of the past and present can grow. The gradually curved roof and the age-old hull of the ship are slowly moving along with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Here is the most splendid scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Here lies the most fundamental past of Jiangnan. Every awning boat has its own story in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

At this moment, I seem to hear the sound of the oar of the awning boat again

Getting closer, getting closer... A dream of Jiangnan, lying drunk in the mist and rain ,

I don’t want to be a guest, I just want to be a returnee.