Morning sun came through the big bridge. It made the water shine like a thousand diamonds. I stood by the river in Wuchang, feeling the gentle breeze. I saw old buildings in Hankow far away. They were across the river. The morning fog made them look like a dream. A boat whistle cut through the air. The boat took people across the powerful river. This city has three parts because of two rivers. It was waking up slowly.
I started at the Yellow Crane Tower. I went to the top of Snake Hill. I thought of an old poem about the tower. I held the railings and looked out. The river looked like a green ribbon, curling through the city. Boats moved on the water like busy ants. The tower had many roofs, pointing to the sky. Small bells hung on the corners. They made soft, clear sounds in the wind. Inside were old writings and paintings. They told the tower’s long story—of wars, fires, and rebuilding.
I walked down to the streets. Food smells were everywhere. I heard noodles being cooked. I saw steam from dumplings. I tried a popular rice dish. I ate with local people. The shop owner gave me spicy oil. He said each family has their own recipe.
Next I went to East Lake. It is very big with parks around it. I rode a bike by the water. I saw trees touching the lake. I saw pretty flowers. I visited the museum. I saw old bells from long ago. They still make beautiful music. The museum had old art and tools. They showed how people lived here centuries ago.
Evening came. I walked over the big bridge. The sun was setting. The sky turned soft orange and pink. The river kept flowing, telling stories of the past. I reached Hankow. I saw European buildings next to Chinese shops. The night market opened. People sold spicy food and sweet snacks. Lights glowed like fireflies in the dark.
The next day I saw modern Wuhan. all buildings had tech companies. Students went to cafes. But old ways remained. An old man wrote with water on stones. His words disappeared quickly, like memories fading.
My last morning I went to a temple. It smelled of incense. Monks were praying. People walked quietly. They made wishes. Old trees grew in the yard, their branches like wise arms. I lit a lantern and made a wish too. The flame danced, carrying hopes into the world.
I left on the fast train. I watched the city get smaller. The three parts became one big city. But each kept its own feel. Wuhan is a strong place. It had floods and wars and sickness. But it always became strong again, like a lotus rising from the mud.
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