An essay

A ferry essay 1 Taohuadu is a ferry in the upper reaches of the Yellow River.

There are more than a dozen small houses with civil structures on the highland at the eastern end of the ferry, all of which are rafters and their families. Xiaoli is the daughter of a rafter. There are also three such small houses in the western depression, which is the only inn in Taohuayuan. Xiao Yong is the boss's son. Between the inn and the highland, there is a winding path paved with pebbles. Xiao Yong often plays with Xiaoli along this path without shoes.

Beautiful Xiaoli, from an early age, knows that beauty deserves a hero. Clever Xiao Yong sees that Xiaoli likes heroes, but she doesn't know how to be a hero.

Xiao Yong likes to play the game of marrying the bride best. He is the groom and Xiaoli is the bride. Once, Xiao Yong wanted to act a fake play, but Xiao Li refused. Xiaoli sincerely and repeatedly promised Xiao Yong: "If you become a person with a good attitude like my father, I will marry you." Thus, Xiao Yong's "the first man's physiological thought" was born.

Two years later, a bridge was built downstream, and no ferry crossed the river.

For a time, it was difficult to find passengers on the raft, and the inn door was empty.

Xiao Yong's parents decided to leave the Peach Blossom Garden, but Xiaoli's parents insisted.

Before leaving, Xiao Yong told Xiaoli, "My ideal is still there".

A few years later, Xiao Yong called himself Lao Yong. Lao Yong, who lives in the city, has made some achievements after years of hard work and accumulation.

Lao Yong, who has grown older, is a little nostalgic compared with the past. The Peach Blossom Garden, originally hidden in the depths of memory, now completely occupies the most important part of Laoyong's cerebral cortex. As long as he has leisure, Lao Yong begins to freely extend the cobblestone winding path of Peach Blossom Garden in his reverie. Lao Yong likes to look for the past along this road. He likes to watch Xiao Yong walk barefoot on the path. He wants Xiao Yong to play the game of marrying the bride again; He still doesn't regret Xiao Yong's innocence before he left.

Meeting may be a cure for missing.

So, Lao Yong went to the Peach Blossom Garden.

The new generation of Taohuayuan regards Lao Yong as a tourist.

The ancient ferry is still there, the raft is still there, and Xiaoli is still there.

However, the cobblestone winding path is gone. ...

Note: Raft-here refers to sheepskin raft, which is an ancient water vehicle.

Rafter-A person who drives a sheepskin raft for a living.

Bashi-this refers to the best among raft passengers.

I don't know where you are, but another spring is coming.

Running water and dust, wrapped in the temperature of winter snow, come slowly. The moon is high in the night sky and the clouds are falling. At the moment of passing the bright moon, the moon broke and the brightness of the ground decreased.

I once stared at your face in the moonlight, handsome and chiseled, and lit up the lips of the night like fireworks. In the dark night dyed red by moonlight, the stars look at the distant Milky Way, the fishing fires look at each other on the nearby waterfront, and a canoe can never shake the morning light in the sunset.

You, in the distance, watch the next ferry.

The planetesimals once again lit up the night sky, but swayed your dreams in the dark night. I dragged the gauze of the night gracefully, but I broke a pool of spring water That night, the wind wrinkled the face, moistened the heart, and left skin as bright as coagulate fat. Who is soothing the soul, and who is sighing for the ferry swept by the strong wind?

The ferry I am standing on is beyond the world of mortals.

Because of the beauty of youth, I once sang for youth in the world of mortals.

Because I have lofty ideals, I have fought for them in the world of mortals.

Because of the enrichment of life, I have worked hard for life in the world of mortals.

Because of my desire for love, I lost the world of mortals for love.

I happened to meet you at this ferry, and you came from Song Dynasty. I was filled with joy, noble because of beauty, and enriched because of desire. It was a beauty spot, enchanting eyes and charming youth, but it was inadvertently burning and there was no trace to be found.

Or that night, the moonlight crushed the brilliance of the planetesimals, and the river wind swayed the light of the fishing fire. A sleepless night. I stood on this ferry, playing the pipa, laughing and surging with the music of the morning breeze and the dusk drum. You are giving a blowjob, and you are disturbing the sleeping western Western jackdaw.

The farewell flute, in the deepest part of the world of mortals, awakens your dreams one by one.

Where the eyes flash, the encounter is a clear spring.

In my heart, meeting is a romantic thing.

I went downstream against the wind. The scenery is a trip, and the snow is an appreciation. Can I meet you at the next ferry?