In Myanmar for ten days, you can always see the figure of this Myanmar mother river. Whether it is in the morning light, in the dusk, or under the sun, the river is flowing, endless, abundant on both sides of the Straits, moistening crops, and decorating people's lives with simplicity and color. Under the mountain, the wide river of the Irrawaddy provides convenience for people to sail. The roar of motors from heavy cargo ships on the river is endless, and the construction site workers on the river are working in a rush. All this shows the country's thriving today and tomorrow. Next to the head-scrambling Bupayevta, the Irrawaddy River is proudly sent to the top, because it is the best place to watch the sunset of Bagan. The sunset painted the river into gorgeous gold, and people sat on cruise ships or stood on small hills to enjoy the natural beauty. Such golden glitter and human voices are definitely not going to make people sad. On the edge of the small village of Bagan, the Irrawaddy River flows quietly. People bathe in the river at dusk, splashing water with each other for fun from time to time, and humming a few songs I don't understand. That kind of happiness is something I haven't experienced in a long time. Perhaps some people will say that Burmese are so poor that they can't bathe at home. Yes, they are physically poor; but the scene before me, I believe, they are spiritually richer than we are! The more I traveled, the more I saw more nouns in books that became living objects appear in front of me. This was a surprise and a happiness, and it was a chance to correct my subjectivity. As the male god Jiang Xun said, travel is not only an outward observation, but also an introverted reflection. The more you travel, the more you find yourself ignorant. It is for the truth too!