[Thailand] Flower Seller on Chao Phraya River

Flower Seller on Chao Phraya River

After visiting the Great Emperor, we came to the “Zhaopaiye” dock and took a long tail boat to visit the Chao Phraya River. Chao Phraya River, now no one knows how many spring and autumn years you have flowed through. In the ups and downs of the tide, how many sorrows and how many joys has history performed? However, all this will not sink to the bottom of the river with the passage of time. All this will not leap to the surface with the changes of the times.

In my feeling, the Chao Phraya River is like the Yunhan Milky Way that poured down from nine days in an ancient Chinese poem. This beautiful mother river, dragging Yiyi’s long skirt, crosses through the middle of Bangkok and nurtures Bangkok, a beautiful city, with its sweet milk sweat.

I have seen Thai rice in China. It has long grains, sharp ends and white color. It is cooked into rice and is fragrant, soft, smooth and tender. It enjoys a high reputation in the world market. The Chao Phraya River is the basic guarantee of Thailand’s granary. It is no exaggeration to say that without Chao Phraya River, there would be no world-famous rice in Thailand. How important is the Chao Phraya River in the minds of the Thai people?

The Chao Phraya River is not clear and has deposits from ancient history. Yes, spring breeze and autumn rain, love is not easy, hate is not easy. For many years, the love and hate here have only turned into waves one after another. After a moment of surging and jumping, they finally flow into the sea and return to peace.

The boat had just started when a girl selling flowers came up with dark skin, deep eye sockets, thin and small. She held strings of wreaths of fresh jasmine buds and orchids, symbolizing happiness and good luck. In a flash, the fragrance of flowers on the boat added a romantic exotic flavor.

The tour guide told us that the flower seller was a resident of the “water family” on the Chao Phraya River. Their ancestors sailed deck ships, went through many hardships, crossed the sea, brought Chinese ceramics, silk and so on to Bangkok, and then stayed in Thailand.

The tour guide also said that buying her flowers, like supporting Project Hope in China, would enable her and her younger brothers and sisters to go to school. At this point, everyone naturally bought small wreaths one after another.

With so many people buying her flowers, the girl who sells them looks very happy. However, I saw a bunch of shining things in her eyes. Somehow, my mind suddenly rang out a song “Flower Girl”, which I liked very much when I was a child. I also think of those flower girls I have seen before.

They are like immature flowers, losing the gardener’s care too early, wetted by bitter wind and rain, and blooming on the winding journey of life. In the streets without local accents and outside the entertainment venues frequented by couples, they live in crowded and gloomy huts during the day and are dyed with city lights at night. The voice of pleading for flowers is often muted by cold eyes. Hopefully, this flower girl is not one of them.

I can’t ignore those real plots. The hand of the flower girl, like Qian Qian’s tentacles, touched my eyes. I turned my head, on the long water waves, canoes shuttled back and forth, leaving couples with romantic silhouettes that passed before my eyes, leaving me with eternal yearning.

Looking at the scenery on the Chao Phraya River is really like shuttling back and forth in the deep just visiting, where modern and ancient collide and merge. Bangkok has many rivers and waterways crisscrossing, but order is maintained in disorder and vitality is revealed in stability. Bangkok feels like a living city, real and attractive.

There are many towering office buildings, public houses, international luxury hotels, giant department stores and large shopping malls on both sides of the Chao Phraya River, but these modern buildings have not obliterated the glorious traditions and numerous places of interest with commemorative value. Thailand, known as the “Yellow Robe Buddhist Country”, is still full of magnificent temples with pointed towers soaring into the sky.

I also saw rows of wooden houses built on the Chao Phraya River and its tributaries everywhere. This should be “water houses”. It is indeed a pleasure to see the tradition that is still very active in the life of people on the water. Many small sampans are piled up with flowers, fruits, handicrafts, etc. The women and peddlers in the middle politely peddle them to the tourists in the boats, which is very lively.

Just, the river full of embankments, will it be gentle * *, quietly overflowing the threshold of people on the water, suddenly devouring a beautiful home? Perhaps, nature is naturally nurtured by nature, and aquatic water is nurtured by nature. It is alarmist? Seeing the triangle plum blooming on the eaves, it is full of fragrance. Ha ha, my hanging heart seems to be relieved.

When she got off the boat, the girl selling flowers folded her hands and said Shawadi Ka, leaving behind a faint scent that floated far in the wind amid the joy and laughter of the tourists on board. Looking at her slowly disappearing in the crowd, if the tour guide is telling the truth, I hope she and her younger brothers and sisters can carry their schoolbags and fly back to the warm nest of the school early like those birds. . .