Part 1: The Ferry
In March, I'll be a sailor rowing to the sea again.
--Title
The flow of light in March, how many things can be thrown as ash; how many stories can be moved to spring flowers; how many people inadvertently become a passer-by, how many emotions we can ask for March?
The voice hoarse in the season of the first warm and cold, hastily another season of the cycle, can not see is the mood with the season, or the season dyed on the mood. Everything is so quiet and no confession, and so found when it has been so uncertain, like being cast a spell, in an unfamiliar environment suddenly lifted, too late to explore back to the years through the road.
Only temporarily on the road, with unfamiliar senses to test everything. Gradually found in the heart of the original wild heart in a foreign land is always lonely, can not get rid of the meaning of wandering, can not finish writing a pile of words of wandering. When the winds of March to send the intention of awakening, the earth stings hurt, clear like its pale face. Just waiting for a spring rain to moisturize its skin, I stepped on its nerves as if to feel its pain, March is really a cocooning twist?
Awakening with last year's sleep posture, like to a foreign land always with the original home emotion. Even if it is separated from the starry sky, waves blocked, can not be lost is always the thought of home, wrapped in their own habit of not having a habit, a person when this emotion will always be flooded, I think I am how unsuitable for long-distance travel.
Like hometown, like hometown people, his hometown meets the old friend, there is always the feeling of hate to see each other, I do not know in this strange starry sky, can hear the warmth of the village voice. A simple smile will become the most beautiful scenery of this season.
We are all pedestrians in this jungle? Carrying their own bags, following the seasons constantly exchanging their moods, their own locations. We should be a child with a dream, sometimes I think, the dream will always be far away from home, we can not reach, always have to leave home to chase him far away, that mutual better than forgetting in the river and lake, but also the pursuit of each different?
To go, always like the wind of this season to no shadow to go without a trace, the most familiar people have become strangers around you, the most familiar scenery into the sand in your eyes, stinging your eyes. It is the result of the spring flowers will bloom, or the inevitability of the seat scattered people go.
In this season forgotten by all, in this you left me a bunch of memories of March, in this return to find their own flow, can I be warm awake? Friends said to have a heart of compassion, the heart will be soft, to treat people will feel the temperature of others. The soft heart will know the heart of their own, the soft heart will be better forgiveness of others, the soft heart of life will bow to you.
March cracked, a crisp disconnected sound knocked deep in the heart of the Zen door, the original this is nothing, it is their own give it too much cause and effect, in its own situation outside the mind in a calm heart to whisk away the distractions, so that the warmth of the March light splash, I view the clouds rolled clouds and shu, and quietly look at the spring flowers bloomed.
The light of March, the ferry side of the discarded boat, now I once again as a sailor rowing to the distant sea.
Part II: The Fading Ferry
Since ancient times, the turbulent waves of the Qiantang River has been regarded as a fear of the people. People on both sides of the river have to rely on the boat ferry, ferry, ferry, in Xiaoshan territory, there were four ferry, they are called Jiangbian ferry, seven A gate ferry, ochre mountain ferry, four section of the work of the ferry.
My grandmother had four sons, the second uncle and the third uncle in the sand to marry and have children, grandmother took the younger uncle and the first uncle's two sons to the other side of the river under the sand side to reclaim the wasteland. Two or three times a year, my mother and I would go to the other side of the river to see my grandmother and my brother-in-law.
My mother and I walked, walked through Leishan, walked through Nanyang, and finally came to Ochishan, it was nearly noon. The two of them simply ate a bowl of noodles or other snacks on the streets of Ochoshan, and in those days of famine, they were able to fill their stomachs.
I saw the ferry from afar, and there were so many people. The first thing I did was to get a good look at the newest version of the story, which is the one that I've been working on for the past few years. Some years later, when I graduated from junior high school, in order to survive, I also joined this team. It was hard to get to the ferry, and when there was a high tide, the riverboats just happened to be close to the ferry. But there were years when the tide was dry for the season, which was a bitter experience for the boat riders. All of us were barefoot, the mud under our feet was so muddy, don't look at that slippery, walking is really too tiring, you think a woman holding a child has a few steps to walk? I really can not walk the road, from the morning home I have walked more than thirty miles, and then stumbling, after all, I am only seven or eight years old. Fortunately, there were some folks in the crowd whom my mother knew, and they carried me on their backs until they put me on the boat. Later, when I grew up, those uncles and uncles who carried me on the boat said, "I used to carry you when I was a child," and I kept this kind of friendship in my heart. After I became a teacher, I put a deep love note in my respectable and lovely townspeople's descendants.
The river boat is really big, can be divided into two layers, the upper layer is loaded with push cargo bike, the cabin below is the passenger. People really ah, can be used to describe the water, narrow, stifling, coupled with the speed of the boat is really slow, I always want to climb out to the top of the air, but my mother did not agree, she said: fall down the river on the life. Encountered wind and water, the boat can be an hour early, but against the wind and water, the river boat is not moving, I looked at the boat under the river dazed, the water flow quickly, the boat how like a suction stone sucked immobile?
After graduating from junior high school, I really don't have a job to do, because college students are also idle. My home next to a printing plant, to process printed paper bags are several food stores in Linping town, the factory people sympathize with me to help me earn some money, mobilized me to use a bicycle with paper bags. This work with a paper bag to have the strength, but also to car skills, but these two points I do not have, but in order not to starve, I gritted my teeth and ventured on the road.
Flatland with goods can be, but to get on the embankment is difficult, to the ferry to go through a lot of embankment. Luckily, my mouth is lively, about to go uphill when handing a cigarette, mouth said, "trouble you uncle, help me". The first time I saw this is when I was in my hometown, and I was so happy to help.
The most thrilling time came, I finally reached the ferry.
The riverboat low low, the ferry high high, erected between the two springboard long, people walk in the above fear, springboard is below the roaring river, people fall will be shattered, this damn ferry, my heart momentarily tightened, how to do? Playing the retreat drum to no avail, to push a carload of paper bags on the boat I have no guts, the paper bags down, and then how to load up? Just when I was desperate, the savior appeared. The boat captain saw my sad face and came over to me: "Little Brother has no way out, come on, I'll help you push it on the boat." In addition to being grateful, I took out my cigarettes in a hurry, and when I got to the boat, I thanked him once again, and the cigarettes in my pouch were almost finished.
I look forward to every day, every year, this river can build a few more bridges.
Two bridges, three bridges ...... five bridges, one after another bridge across the Qiantang River. August 2009, one day, I in order to try their own `footwork, to see the nine bridges (Xiasha Bridge) of the majestic, I took the camera, got up early in the morning, rode a bicycle, humming a song, feet wind, and finally arrived at this cast in steel, majestic bridge. Since then, the moat has become a road. Standing on the bridge, I looked across the shore where my grandmother used to live. Huge steel pillars let the tide set off huge waves, I saw colorful flags fluttering, drums beating, countless cars loaded with goods speeding past. I was stunned when my cousins later told me that it would only take 35 minutes to reach their home to mine. It used to take a full day to reach their home by riverboat leaving in the morning. What makes me even happier is that my hometown, the south bank of the Qiantang River, is going to be the "new Pudong" of Hangzhou. Originally, our side of the property 2,000 yuan a square meter can not be sold, since there are countless "rainbow", real estate all of a sudden speculated to 4,000 yuan a square meter, cousins no longer need to face the soil back to the sky, they live on the opposite side of the river 36-storey landscape house, look at the river view, watch TV, monthly labor insurance to enjoy, they said dreaming of it! I don't think so.
I once again went to the riverside ferry, and then no one to patronize it, only the river and it silently talking about the past ......
Ferry, has become the passing of an unforgettable landscape.
Part III: Ferry
I stayed in the ferry of memory, waiting for the old man of time to ferry over and carry me away. I looked back at the land, which has a poetic name, called yesterday.
Just now, the old man of time carried a pair of lovers to the other side of the river and asked me to wait here. I think they may have stepped into the hall of **** for the rest of their lives. And what about me? This land behind me, but just buried my earth and sky. You may have left long ago, then my other shore will be where?
Recall, we had the beginning of the love affair, and who thought there was a beginning and an end. But it is a moment of vulnerability to let people indulge. Always indulge in your tenderness, and always remember when I wake up. Again and again the obsession is crushed into sad memories. Then, I almost calmly told myself:
I have already forgotten, forget when I loved you.
In the end, I just don't want people to know how much I like you. Because I know: obsession, maybe is the meaning of my life. I have never believed that anyone can love you more than me. Really, I never believed it. Now that you have left without a word, is it my calamity? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.
The clear wind does not understand the language of the clouds, a few times I do not know the meaning of the falling flowers.
You still don't understand. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling.
At this point, the breeze is swaying lightly, I want to get the scene of your hair dancing lightly. It's really beautiful. I just think you stayed here, forever and ever. This place I have come, I will not forget. It's just that if I leave today, I'll never be able to come back. Didn't you also say that if you see each other or if you don't see each other, if you miss each other, it's forever. I don't want one day, I want, is forever.
I am sorry to leave you in yesterday, but I have to leave myself, I have to go with the old man of time to the other shore.
The boat is coming, I have to go.
I want you to promise me, I'm leaving, you have to be very good, do not be capricious again. In the future, when I am not around, you have to learn to take care of yourself. Be obedient, OK.
I stepped onto the boat and turned to wave goodbye to the land.
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I always think, if the old man of time forgets to carry me, forget me in the corner of time, then from now on, do not ask the world with me. Let me peacefully guard my yesterday, with her, free and unrestrained.
Article 4: Ferry
That spring, I carried the drift and vicissitudes, and you encountered in the moonlight pouring on the ferry, not for a glimpse of your face, just to feel the tenderness on your fingertips. That summer, I hold flowers and promises, and you meet in the morning sun, not for love, just to wipe the tears left by your midnight. That fall, I carry the parting and nostalgia, the setting sun to find you a thousand degrees, not for the red mountains, just for the thoughts mail to your heart.
Moonlight
The moonlight promises me a season of bright, silver light sprinkled all over the ancient bank of the ferry. The swallow hovered in the hazy night sky with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, murmuring and singing, dancing gently in neon colors. The sound of boatmen's horns still floats in the distance, breaking the tranquility of the moonlit night. I am crossing the time and space tunnel of the millennium ancient ferry, in pursuit of the heart of the remote thought of the past life love affair; hold a leaf of lonely sails floating boat, and you meet in the long-lost ferry.
When the spring flowers bloomed, you drove the clouds, cloaked in moonlight, through the dense night sky, for me to step on the song. Sprinkled keyboard teardrops, inadvertently every moment, wet through the dusty past, heart and mind in the night under the ferry, gently after the collision, tightly linked together, lead to the romantic spring tide of May Acacia. From then on, thoughts such as the sky meteor shower, in every night fell to my city, bound to a lifetime of entanglement, weaving the legend of the sky of the fate of you and me.
Who is in the flower before the moon ferry hand waving five strings? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm doing. In you and I agreed to the ferry, wearing the stars and the moon to the paper of the Tang and Song poems, blowing into the delicate and flawless qin and flower language; in the drift full of acacia flowers on the banks of the Yuquan River, copying a piece of a fairy tale-like sweet spring dream. That orchid is you, that piece of green emerald is me, a song of lovesickness ferry, turned into rolling hot tears, soulful in the heart, gradually rising tide.
Waiting for this romantic agreement, do not talk about the old things, do not ask the love of death, the memory of the wind dry, thrown in the wind, may you still be as original as the same innocence, can not wear a colorful dance neon dress, in the moonlight tantalizing the ancient ferry, accompanied by you to dance a song of the lotus heart. I'm not looking for a full moon, I'm not looking for a golden goose, I just want to be on the ferry with you through thick and thin.
Morning Sun
The moon sends away the last trace of the night, the East wants to dawn. The wind kisses the radiant morning sun warmly and ruffles the clothes of the washerwomen who are laughing madly by the ferry; the woodcutter carries the firewood he cuts in the mountains during the day, hoping to sell it at a good price; and the traders compete for the fresh fish harvested by the fishermen in the river at night, and from time to time there is a noisy noise of quarrelling.
The ferryman, changing the direction of the pole, yelling, a few back and forth boat ferry, the boat is not crowded. The ship's motor roar and the sound of the huge waves by the intertwined, from time to time from the distance vaguely come; waves of a wave followed by a wave, the impact of the ferry traveling leisurely. The boatman's black face was tightly knit, not daring to be careless at all, cautiously holding the rudder. The boatman is not afraid to take the helm cautiously, keeping a close eye on the front.
Silver swallows lined up, twittering to the distant dense mountains gradually flying away; the children in the house sleeping in the night's dream, the air is still fresh; the wind blowing the end of the willow tip, in the morning sun reflection, reflected in the light of the river trembling, activated the rhythm of the Song of Wu and Chu rhyme. Treading on the bank, it seems to come from the Qinglian Jushi "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wanglun sends me love." The first time I saw this, it was a beautiful recitation.
Once leaned alone in the window, sleepless nights, day and night look up. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I seem to hear your footsteps. I'm not sure how to thank you, my life in the soulmate. The once lonely, deserted years, into a colorful envelope, express to the rolling dust; happy and happy carefully into the bag, farewell to the prosperous morning ferry, ride a flat boat, raise the sail of life, you and I walk, voyage, okay?
Sunset
Sunset, I have been waiting for you, waiting for you silently in the unoccupied ferry. I think I will embrace you when we meet; although we have never met, I am sure that you are my soulmate, and you and I will hold hands on the ancient shore of Tap Ge in the west of the setting sun, okay?
You are a cloud that gently drifts in the sky, turning endless thoughts into rain, soaking the sea of my heart, do you know my feelings, that a sea of flowers blooming and blooming for you. Whenever the night falls, waiting by the computer, I always hope to see the bright light of your avatar. Even if it is a hint of brightness, I will be very satisfied, with your company, it feels so good, when I want you, you seem to be on my side.
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Standing in the ancient ferry, guarding you every morning sunrise to dusk, pouring heart eternal thoughts. I'm not sure how much I'd like to be in a romantic mood, but I'd like to wait for you to come to me in a safe ark. Let it moored in my no wind and waves of the harbor, until the long days.
I quietly wait for you, waiting for that beautiful encounter. From now on, hide you in your heart, please remember our promise to meet in the ferry you and I agreed.
Ferry, finger dance yaoqin, eyes send flying heron;
Ferry, and you agreed to meet, looking off the flying Hong.