The boat passed Anren and made up stories.

One day, Wan Li was clear and sunny. Yang Wanli took a boat and walked slowly to the river in Anren. He looked at the sky, and the warm weather warmed his heart.

Suddenly, a white cloud covered the sun. Yang Wanli was complaining, but he accidentally found a boat. There are two innocent and lovely children sitting on the boat. They ran around the boat, and then put away the bamboo poles and paddles for boating. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought, how could those two children get the bamboo pole back and paddle with an umbrella? He thought about it and put his hand out of the boat. "It didn't rain. What the hell are they doing? " He had no choice, so he rowed the boat to the children. He rowed the boat and asked, "Hey, what do you want?" The two children said naughtily, "We want the wind to blow the umbrella and let the boat go forward." Yang Wanli smiled and understood the intention of the two children. He thought, although these two children are naive, they are willing to use their brains and will be useful materials in the future! Spring is coming. On a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there to play by boat. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and lakes and mountains are beautiful!

In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help looking around. He found two lovely children sitting on a fishing boat not far from the river, one wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and a clever ghost. Another older child, wearing shorts, is walking slowly with the boat. After a while, the boat stopped slowly, and the older children put away the bamboo poles and stopped the oars, so the boat did not move. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding up an umbrella, but it was sunny and there was no rain, which made Yang Wanli wonder: I wonder what they want to do? A mystery. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them, "What are you doing with umbrellas?" The child replied, "We want to save some energy and let the wind take the boat forward. We are using the wind. As soon as the wind blows the umbrella, we can take the boat away, hee hee! "

Yang Wanli suddenly realized at this moment and sighed: "These two children are really smart! Why didn't I think of that! " Two children are sitting on a boat like a boat. It is strange that they don't need poles and paddles on the boat.

Oh, no wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turns out that they don't want to shelter from the rain, but want to use an umbrella to let the wind push the boat forward!

Yang Wanli, a poet, was an ancient poet in China.

One day, he sailed in the direction of Anren. At that time, the sky was shrouded in white fog and looked like a white wall from a distance. Up close, the earth is covered with a thin layer of yarn. This white fog is not a piece, but a whole piece. Heaven and earth are connected, so I can't see anything clearly. Everything is white and the aloe on both sides is dark green. Occasionally, one or two kingfishers fly to the aloe gel and chirp. It dances in the breeze and has a beautiful posture. On the shore, the grass is green with dew.

Yang Wanli saw another boat running. On the boat, two six or seven-year-old boys sat leisurely. The two children are wearing bright clothes. Instead of rowing, they sat there carefree, always smiling on their faces. Only when they took out an umbrella did the poet see it. It's strange: it doesn't rain in the sky. Why do you take an umbrella? He looked, oh! It turned out that two children used umbrellas to let the wind push the boat forward. No wonder they still use umbrellas when it doesn't rain! The poet envied the naive behavior of the two children, so he wrote a poem at that time:

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.