Summary of the plot of Gudutou

The work "Ancient Ferry" narrates the life experience and spiritual world of the ferryman in a lyrical style, reflects the turbulent reality, and expresses the author's sympathy for the working people at the bottom and his dissatisfaction with the society at that time.

"Ancient Ferry"

Ye Zi

The sun gradually disappeared into the woods, and the sunset scattered a messy brilliance, reflecting into the boundless horizon Various colors appear on the light green lake. The breeze rippled with wrinkle-like waves, gently kissing the sandy shore.

The dilapidated old ferry lies under the withered poplars. The ferryman, wearing a pointed bamboo hat, bent over and washed a fragment of the boat's canopy.

I stepped gently onto his boat, and he raised his head, looking at me with bloody eyes and said loudly: "Are you crossing the lake, young man?"

"Well," I put down the baggage, "yes."

"Then, we have to wait until tomorrow." He bent down to do things again.

"Why?" I was confused, "Can't I give you more money?"

"Money? How much do you have?" His voice came louder. It's like a lesson. He stood up again, threw away the broken awning, took off the bamboo hat in his hand, and immediately revealed his snow-white hair, "You are young, and all you talk about is 'money'. If you have money, you will even give up your life?"

I couldn't help being secretly surprised.

He took out a pipe from the cabin, took a long puff, and then said: "You don't look like someone who goes out all the time. Where did you get it from?"< /p>

''Back from the army. "

"In the army?..." He paused again, "He's a soldier, right? Why did he run away again?" "I'm on a long leave. My mother is sick. "

"Hmm!...·""

The two of them were silent for a while. He knocked the pipe on the bow twice, and then lit it for the second time.

The darkness of night invaded our surroundings, and the waves roared slightly in time. I was secretly worried, wondering what tricks this old man was trying to play. So, I said:

"Since the boat is not sailing, old man, let me go back to the shore to find the store!"

"Shop," the old man snorted with his nose, " Young people don’t know anything. Isn’t it as dangerous to go back to the shore as it is to cross the lake? You have to go back seven miles to reach Liantou Town. Oh, young people... just spend the night in my boat." p>

He struck a match and led me to the back of the boat, giving me a space more than two feet wide. Fortunately, the weather was warm, so I wasn't too cold.

When he struck a match and took the third blow, his voice had become much softer. I lay down and listened carefully to the solitary geese chirping across the silent sky. I also paid attention to what he told me about the situations in the world and the secrets of being a traveler.

"... Even if you are rich, young man, you should not tell it. How many bad people are there on this lake!... I am happy for a filial child like you. Yes, your mother must I would be more happy for you than I would be if I saw you running away like this when you are sick. But, what about me?...I, I have a Guier. Do you know? My Guier, he is much older than you! You. Are you afraid that you don’t know him? A foreigner... At that time, we were sailing this boat together. I took a wife for him..." "Where are they?"

"Them? Then One year, the Yankees came, do you know? The Yankees were defeated and passed by us. My Guier was held by the Yankee soldiers and asked him to be Yi'er. He refused, with a look on his face. Punch! I, I refused, punched me in the face!... Young man, have you ever done any of these unscrupulous things?...

"Young man! Look, I waited for a year, I After waiting for another two years, three years... my daughter-in-law remarried Zhu Huzi, a butcher, and my grandson grew up. However, I can't see my Guier, and they refuse to give me my grandson... They said: 'When you have money, we will definitely send your grandson back to you. 'But, young man, I have to be rich!

"If it's freezing or snowing, I have to cross the lake; if it's windy or raining, I have to cross the lake...

" There are many bandits in the lake and few people crossing the lake, but I have to find money...

"Young man, you have parents, and you will also be one in the future. Yes. I am happy for you. If you are really filial, you will benefit from it. Like me, I will definitely die in this lake. I have no money, I can't find my Guier, and my grandson doesn't know me. , no one made a grave for me, no one burned paper money for me... I said, I have never lost my conscience, but God did not open his eyes to me..."

He said gradually He became sad, finally cried, and kept making the awning of the boat creaking; his feet kicked hard on the side of the cabin. However, I couldn't find a word to comfort him, and my heart seemed to be filled with something.

The wind and waves outside gradually became stronger. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and he couldn't sleep either.

However, the next day, it was an ordinary breeze and drizzle again. He woke me up before the sun came up. There was no strange expression on his face at all, as if he had forgotten everything about last night.

I looked at him intently.

"What's there to see? Young man! After crossing the lake, you still have to catch up on your journey!"

Leaving the ferry, he got on the oar because it was going with a favorable wind. , pulled up the broken wind canopy. He sat alone on the boat, stroking his snow-white beard expressionlessly, and sang loudly:

I lived in this ancient ferry for the first sixty years.

I don't care about the earth or the sky,

I eat by my conscience, and I make money by my strength!

I don't love rich people, and I don't pity those who have no money!

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