Rowing peacefully
In early summer, the poet Yang Wanli came to Anren County, Hunan Province. One day, he went for a walk by the river. Seen from a distance, he is surrounded by mountains, foggy and light green. Green bamboo forests, sparkling rivers and reflected shade make up a beautiful landscape painting. Everything is so calm and beautiful. A cool breeze suddenly made people feel refreshed.
Suddenly there came the sound of children frolicking. The poet stopped and saw a fishing boat rowing slowly. Two boys aged seven or eight struggled to paddle. The murmur of the river, the chirping of birds in the trees and the laughter of children broke the silence just now, like a band playing beautiful light music, and the poet closed his eyes and listened. It's really pleasant.
The breeze blew, and the conversation between the two children reached the poet's ear. He opened his eyes and saw that two children might be tired of rowing. One of them said, "why don't we put down the mast and paddle!" " Another child was puzzled and asked, "Why? If you put down the paddle, the boat will stop for a while! " The first child said, "When I saw a big ship moving forward, I always hung a big cloth on it and said it was a sail. It didn't take much effort to make the ship go faster, so let's build a sail!" "But we don't have such a big cloth on board. How can I make a sail? " The second child asked. The first child said confidently, "Don't worry, I have my own way. Don't we have a big umbrella on board? " ? We can spread the umbrella and use it as a sail! The second child said doubtfully, "Oh, it's a good idea, but will it work?" The first child said, "I'll show you." "
So the two children unfolded the big umbrella and held it high. At this time, a strong wind blew and ripples appeared on the water. The ship rushed forward like a calf. The two children cheered and clapped each other, and a silvery laughter reached the poet's ears, and the poet smiled with relief.
Back home, Yang Wanli was full of poetry. What a lovely child! He marveled at the children's infinite whimsy and even more at their persistent spirit. He wrote a poem in one breath:
Rowing peacefully
[Song] Yang Wanli
One-leaf fishing boat, two children,
The pole is in the boat.
It's strange to have an umbrella without rain.
It's not covering your head, it's creating wind.
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