Appreciation of the beautiful text ｜ Reminiscer the father author: Bing Xin Read: Wang Hui

Author: Bingxin Reading: Wang Hui

Who has floated on a small boat under the rock alone on the gloomy rainy morning, feeling the silent beauty of the universe.

The rocks and the sea are covered with white fog, and the waves are still retreating slowly, and the rock is washed. This boat is like seagulls, as it floats. This thick fog sea is full of depression and boring -the world does not seem to interfere with it, only I control this silent beauty.

Two paddles were placed on the side of the boat, and an iron cable tied the boat on the edge of the rock. I sat alone on it, but I didn't fear at all -even though I drifted with the water, my father would find me back.

The dust -like fog, from time to time, rushed to the body with the breeze, wet it very much. From the side of the boat, I came to the side, looking at it, my father would come to me, and we had to plan to the sea.

There was a footsteps on the sand, and a fisherman was very old. He held a basket with his left hand and his right hand was holding the pole, and he was approaching.

The rain is not afraid, the fog is not afraid, and it is not afraid of drifting with the water. I am afraid of this old fisherman. He will coax the child to sell wine and drink -go on, he is sitting on the beach; if you don't, if he catch me? I'm afraid, just sit on the bow and force him with my eyes.

He gradually raised his head, and he saw me, and he came over; I suddenly stood up, holding the ship's side, and jumping on the shore.

"Girl! Don't be afraid of me, don't jump -sea water will drown people."

I stopped, and saw the crystal tears falling on his wrinkled face; I sat down again, holding him with both hands and looking at him.

"I have a daughter -drowning in the sea. When I saw the child playing on the boat, I would ..."

I just looked at him -he wiped tears with his sleeves, but he didn't speak.

The dark military uniform, the golden line on the sleeves a few laps, ah! Father is here. Here, there are more golden lines on his sleeves than him. It really comes by his father.

"Your child, what do you do to do it on a cloudy day! It's not a place to play on the sea!" I still smiled and climbed my father's hand. He reprimanded his loving words, and he was as gentle as the song hypnotized by his mother.

"Daddy, come up and sits firmly. The old man's daughter dropped in the sea." The father got on the boat and looked at the old man.

My father said, "Old man, there is no big fish by the seaside, why not ..."

From contemplation, looking back, seeing his father, he quickly stood up, and said, "Sir, I know, I don't want to go to the sea again."

My father said, "Also, you are too old, and you are unstable on the sea."

He said, "It's not unstable -my daughter is dead in the sea, I can't bear to the place where she dies."

I leaned on the bank of my father, and I thought, "If I fell in the sea, my father had to abandon his position.

The fisherman also said, "This little girl is from Mr. ..." The father laughed and said, "Yes, it is my daughter."

The fisherman said, "If you don't play on the sea, sometimes there will be danger."

I said, "You didn't say your daughter just now ..." My father stopped me immediately, but the fisherman had heard it.

He sighed slightly, "Yes! My daughter has been dead for thirty years, and I only hate why I took her to the sea. When she died, she was just eight years old. The people in the village praised me to be blessed and said that the Dragon Girl was born in our house; we were puzzled by themselves; Sure enough, she only gave us some tears, not blessing, not blessing! "

My father and I were silent and looked at him.

"She only loves the sea, sitting in front of the door all day to watch the sea, and from time to time, she will take her to the sea. She said that the sea is her home and the sea is her permanent home. On the day of thirty years ago, she was one day, and one day, she was thirty years ago. My mother went back to her mother's house. At night, I was going to fish. She refused to go at home and had to go with me.

I said that the sea was not a place to play. She only laughed and wrapped me. I puzzled her but had to follow her. She was very happy on the sea. "

He stopped for a while -the fog was getting bigger, and the sea became gloomy.

"A light beside the boat, she was like snow, climbing the sailing cable, standing on the bow, staring at me from time to time, looking at me from time to time, showing a joyful smile. I just turned around, and there was a sound of water in the light. She ... she slipped down. Poor! I didn't find her back in the end. She was a dragon girl, she returned to her house. "

His father was silent and instructed me to say, "Don't move. Children! Did you hear it just now?" While he got out of the boat and walked towards the fisherman who sobbed behind the rock. In the dense fog, her father, and my father was unknown.

If he couldn't forget his daughter, the sea and the sea would not be far away! How can you come by the seaside and you can't go on the sea?

If he forgot his daughter, why did he be sad when he was thirty years ago? If a man returns to the permanent home, can't his father find him back?

I don't understand, I don't understand in the end.

—— The fog is gradually getting bigger, and the sea is getting gloomy.

Who has floated on the boat alone on the gloomy rainy morning? ——This fog on the sea is full of depression and boring, and there seems to be no interference with it all over the world. Only I managed this silent and silent beauty.

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