The village grows along the river every day. The river is not as lonely as ever. Now shining down on the peaceful water, there are picturesque houses with warm shade of trees, wandering the kitchen smoke. Somewhere echoing the sound of barking dogs, crowing sounds, crickets. In the harvest, the moonlit nights, the river rattles, full of excitement. Tell how to squeeze the peaceful, cozy scenes of people on rivers! If there is no river, how to get the crowded, crowded and cozy scene of people like that. Didn’t the river give birth to and raise people? Didn’t people come from the river, rely on the river like children living on those parents?