Love song of Huangpu River, with preface by Xue Shengwen
The old ferryman loves to find a place with deep water to sail, and Shanghainese pursue dreams for beautiful ideals.
The old ferryman drives a boat full of sails, marching forward and breaking waves; Strugglers, measure their courage in the roar of sea breeze, strugglers, sail in the roar of sea waves.
There are heroes in the sea and eagles in the air, so we shouldn't just be a cock with wings and only singing. We are eagles, we don't have to take an oath, we have spread our wings and soared!
there are white clouds and dreams in the blue sky. Under the cloud dream, the old ferryman is thinking, holding dreams and feeling strong by the Huangpu River!
The Huangpu River, which flows in a long bay, has gone through many twists and turns and turned to a blank field of vision; The cloud dream of hope lingers on the Bund and Pudong New Area. Welcome the sunshine in the morning and the warmth of the sunset in the evening. A spring river flows eastward, a spring breeze flows all the way to Lu Ge, the sea and the world.
Listen, fighting the stormy waves and soaring in the thunder and lightning. Ah, this is Haiyan, and this is the big Shanghai we want to go to.
Thus, the vast and vast Yunmeng Great Lake is transformed into the Huangpu River with a long stream of smoke and waves, heading for the vast sea.
The looming sail is that the old ferryman comes from the obscurity and plays an eternal melody on the riverside with the expectation of human nature.
He once cast a net barefoot along the river for a living.
he once came to the factory of the manufacturing bureau with a small boat in the wind and rain. Putting on a mandarin jacket, winding a long braid, swinging a hammer, and forging an immortal poetic soul, Ran Ran rose on the Huangpu River.
The old ferryman witnessed the withering of all trades with his own eyes. He also experienced, the fire rose, the apprentice, the ten-mile long street, the world of flowers and flowers, the paradise of adventure and speculators.
Swinging on the Huangpu River, wandering in the river and thinking, the feeling is even stronger; Hundreds of boats compete for sails, and the huge ship presses the river to watch the river relive old dreams year after year. The waves flowing in the river record the historical Cang Sang and the forehead lines of the old ferryman, which is a journey like a song and a dream under his feet.