Weather in Anren County, Chenzhou City, Hunan Province

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On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turns out that they don't want to shelter from the rain, but they want to use umbrellas to create wind and let the ship move forward.

It's a long story:

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 tower from a distance. Close up, the earth is covered with a layer of gauze. This white fog is not a piece, but a whole piece. The reeds on both sides are dark green, and occasionally one or two kingfishers fly to the reeds and sing, and the reeds dance in the breeze with beautiful posture. On the shore, the grass leaves are 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. 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! 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!