The river bank and the boat

When I walked into the river bank, the setting sun fell to the west, and there was a faint cloud in the distance, blushing with shame. Looking under the long Bank, the sparkling clear water and the small island in the center of the river with lush flowers and trees are like a painting, which gives you a panoramic view. There was a thin mist on the river, and the other side of the bank was looming in the dense atmosphere. The breeze blew by, and the lake surface was ethereal, which seemed a little mysterious and lazy. Under the feet, it has turned green, and there is vitality in the flowers and trees, giving off a green smell, moistening the wandering heart. Looking around, I finally saw that boat stopped on the outside water of more than ten Zhang, swaying alone, revealing a firm persistence. For two decades, the river was still the same, but the boat was much more vicissitudes. The Ferryman on the boat was dark, smiling between his eyebrows and eyes. I leaned over and asked if I knew the young man who was ferrying here that year. He smiled calmly: he had his own dock, and the ferry man had never changed. With this familiar accent and his expression when he spoke, he firmly believed that he was the ferry man of that year. Then, a simple charm has gripped my heart. As a result, it was like the fairy wind melting bones, a feeling of comfort, from head to foot, crisp and soft. Two or ten years ago, I walked out of here, but this place has always occupied the most important position in my heart. No matter going to the ends of the world, forgetting my hometown is the most difficult thing. I always care about it with my heart, just like falling in love with a lover who can only love each other but cannot stay together, quietly loving in my heart, and stick to it stubbornly. Along the way, in fact, I was just a passer-by, and I could only stay here for a while. No one paid attention to my loneliness. When I felt the past days alone, I felt an unspeakable sadness in my heart. The rafting dock has been completed, and the Ferryman has gone away, leaving a fluttering and leisurely plank house. Under the reflection of the sunset glow, the red is dazzling, which makes people obsessed. The water of the Yalu River was injected into the Yellow Sea. In those years, there were ships navigating from here to Dandong. It was not only a scenery, but also a way for mountains to the outside world. Later, dams were built on the river, the ship changed its fate. Nowadays, on the vast water surface, the transport ship must be invisible. In summer, you can see some drifting leather raft. Fortunately, you can see the wooden raft flowing down the river, which is a pleasant thing. It suddenly occurred to me that a person’s life was like a boat sailing on the river, and his fate could be changed at any time. When I was young, I was naive. I always imagined to pull a rope to pull the boat to my side and let the boat float around on the bumpy River for a lifetime. In middle age, this kind of complex still couldn’t be twisted. I clearly knew that I had no physical ability to drive a boat and no mind to grasp the direction, but I still let my heart go, no matter how long the river is, let the boat swing with the wind. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help falling into thought. There was a feeling in most of my life that I am destined with the boat in my life. This kind of feeling is a bit weird, and it slowly burns my whole body. My friend asked me, are all the people who have a special liking for ships infatuated? I was speechless. If he understood the true meaning of the ship, he would not laugh at my persistence. My friend’s words were a little sharp, but after all, they inspired me that the essence of a ship was to cross, not to find a harbor to avoid the wind. Unconsciously, he had been standing on the shore for a long time. He set off along the ring road and turned over the bush at the East End. On the surface of the river, birds were flying around. Looking back, I didn’t know when the boat left. It was gradually moving away, like a dream, and I could only see from a distance. There is a kind of beauty, called distance, light and indifferent, yet hazy, like this boat, far away, but holding your heart Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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