In the quiet moonlight, the town fell asleep as people were coming home. Gently rocked by the water stream, the boat was singing a song. The long period of fair weather in October made the town resemble a baby sleeping in a cradle, with its whole body wrapped in the silver river corridor under the moonlight. Tourists holding wooden sticks for fun splashed water into the river. The gentle wind pushed open the unlatched doors, and all the doors and windows had strings of red lanterns hanging from them. The aroma of chrysanthemums and roses filled the entire quiet town. In the warm night under the moon, the town looked like a river town bathed in moonlight, with a rope tied to Hebu's boat rocking slightly without disturbing the town. The boat rowed by Chuanniang had already turned off its lights to sleep onboard. A slender bamboo dipped into the water at the ship’s side, laughing as it splashed, making silver fish jump and float downstream like the moon shining like a mirror reflecting heaven and earth swaying.
The returning town lay on the skin of water, crisscrossing through the town. Water is the flowing veins, nourishing the town with thousands of streams favoring the town throughout the year. On the Wu Pengchuan, grandmother shook the wings of the years gliding gently into the deep autumn town. To town, I hug my kiss slowly letting the soul make contact underwater, encompassing all the feelings of people who like to drink, like singers who have lost people, those who have had sadness, and those who like to come and claim kinship happily.
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