Regarding Wujiang, the deepest memory is loneliness. Standing on the deck of the cargo ship, the cold wind is winding, the water can be seen, the green mountains are passing by, and occasionally a burst of water is wet. Like a passer-by, I have not moored, I don't know where the boat is going, I don't know where the river is coming. Occasionally a small village on the riverside seems to be isolated from the world. The boat is the same as the village bus mentioned before, stop on call, just rely on the case, go down one, come up two. The river breeze in November is very cold, the blue water boat is pitiful. The fishing boat is another scenery of the Wujiang River. The simple life is as if this river and this canyon are the whole world. What is the end of the river and what is the outside of the mountain? The boat has not sailed far and has been lonely for a hundred years. In addition to those scenery, the most memorable thing is these fishermen on the river, a leaf flat boat, water life. Swinging with green mountains and green waters, busy but poor, in addition to buying necessities of life, basically eating and lodging are on the boat, male fishermen and female weaving.