Fanxing | 鸬鹚, the elderly and the ferry boat

It is best to walk from Wancun to Longwang's mouth. The old man has always guarded this road. The transition in the morning was his support, and he must be the paddle he scratched when he came back at night. When working in the first month, he was picked up with his luggage. When he came home, he must still pay his luggage. Xiaoyu went home and hugged the boat she was sitting at her, and Xiaoyu went to the Longwang Mouth Hospital to produce with Xiao Xiaoyi. She was still his boat. He has been on this river.

How long he has been on the boat, and the oldest Uncle Dexin in the village can only say: "Well, his puppet has changed for five generations! Yes, I remember very clearly. There was no drop of mud on the body, sitting at the door of the field to repair the watch, but later I didn’t know why I went to Du Gong ... "

I have seen the old man of the tree. Thirty years ago, when I went out to study and took a boat, two crickets squatted on the top of the tent, watched the water for a while, watched the clouds for a while, and looked at me for a while. Old man. When no one took the boat, the water shot the boat, they dangled together, in the water, the shadow of three crickets, like Monet's paintings.

"Shi Ye, how long can this be live?"

The sound of paddles hesitated, the two rows of fine waves were like two snowy braids, dragging on the side of the ship. An arrow is usually pierced into the water of white flowers, and a fish is instantly put on a fish. It fluttered his wings back to the original place, and then turned around like the original squatting. Seeing that the sister -in -law moved for a while, the beautiful curve dynamically moved, and the fish swallowed in a moment.

"Ten years, there are eight years, and there are five years, just like people, long and short, it is difficult to say clearly."

"Didn't you bring them a ring? So what do you raise?"

Two stubborn necks and low words, ears, and the wind blowing their gray -green feathers, they narrowed their eyes together. "Is it necessary to have it?" Bow, wow, water flowing back, but the boat moved forward, and the flowing water kept moving east.

Having said that, ten years have passed, and another ten years have passed. I returned to my hometown and wanted to walk from the waterway. The ferry was still there, with the waves of light, disappeared the old man, and a tent of the culprit, squatting with a cricket.

The road is more replaced than the water surface of the Fenghe River. The car can drive until the door, like a boat in front of the door. There are fewer and fewer people in the village, and many people have moved to the city. The old man stayed for half a year, only two people transitioned, one was a silly child Lian Sheng, and the other was De Xinye who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. They still live in the past. Later, Fenghe contracted out, the contractor found the old man with a smile, asked him to give him a rot, take pictures of the tourists who came to play, and performed fish. The old man of the tree looked at the contractor and left the ferry with a cricket. It was said that he went to the distant Dongting.

"What about this 鸬鹚?" "Who knows? Maybe it is remembered and returned by himself." Hey. Listening to De Xinye said that there was a girl from Gusu, holding two crickets in her arms. Later, I was better with Shu Ye. . He has done Du Gong. "

"it is true?"

"Who knows? De Xinye can't tell his son and grandson. His words can only be listened to the story."

Author: Dong Daizheng

Source: Yangtze Evening News

Picture source: Visual China

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