Walking in a small village, between two rows of farmhouses, there is a straight and narrow canal with several small bridges across it. Small bridges with flowing water have different styles. People on both sides of the strait can talk across the river, but they have to exchange visits across the bridge, from the slate road here to the slate road there. In front of a house, there is a narrow canal across it, which can be said to be a ditch. Anyway, it's so narrow that you can cross it as soon as you stretch your legs. Although the river is narrow, the water is clear. Some wild ducks are floating on the water, and some wild ducks are standing on the shore. People didn't hide in the past, just cocked their necks and stared at small round eyes.
After crossing a small bridge, another small bridge, and I don't know how many bridges and canals I have passed, I walked out of the ancient villages and towns and into a wilderness. Another canal blocked the way. The path bends to the wooden bridge, under which a boathouse is moored. Near the left bank, a big tree sticks out its thick branches into the sky, and a windmill stands on the right bank in the distance. Distance turns the huge windmill into a small toy, which seems to be picked up from the evening fog to play with.
How many canals flow through Amsterdam (the capital of the Netherlands)? People and houses on both sides of the river have become brightly colored buildings. During the day, the shadow of the building falls into the water, and the water wave is weak, so the shape of the building can't be seen clearly, only pieces of color can be seen; At night, the shadow of the building is dotted with sparkling lights, like pearls, displayed on black velvet. Yacht carrying tourists, on the river, from under the bridge, enjoy the customs of Shuicheng.
In a small town, a market opened along the banks of the canal. The booths are next to each other and closely arranged by the river. I crowded into the crowd, admiring the fresh fruits and vegetables, the cheese as big as wheels, the delicate flowers, the attractive cakes and sweets, and all kinds of chocolates. Bicycles are locked on the railing of the bridge, men, women and children are bustling, and housewives are carrying bags containing fresh vegetables and fruits they just bought. In the middle of the market, there is a noisy river. The sky is getting dark, people are scattered, the stalls are dismantled, the lights are brightly lit at the beginning of the river, the evening breeze is caressing, and the river is full of color.
This artificially dug canal is straight and narrow. Even with hurricanes and heavy rains, there are no huge waves in the canal. The canals are connected with each other, like latitude and longitude lines, weaving a peaceful picture of life. Spring goes to Qiu Lai, the sun rises and the moon sets, one generation goes, and another generation comes. There are many stories and legends flowing quietly in the canal, year after year, year after year.