Peach blossom Xiaodu

My ferry stopped under the peach blossom ferry on the north bank of Hanshui. I passed the pedestrians, and also passed the years when I was getting old. Time and space are speechless, and you can see all the reasons in the world. Under the peach blossom crossing, our fate is only the annual light contained in the river spring water. You came from the white stone in the green forest, and the sleeves were stained with the clouds of Phoenix Mountain. In the spring breeze, your smile is like the morning dew shining on the leaves of the rice field. I dare not speak, just looking at the water plants at the bottom of the river quietly, I don’t want to disturb the silent swimming fish. You wander around the ferry, you look around the ferry, but you don’t see my ferry parked under the willow. I held up the penny in my hand and dived into the water. Egrets perched on the shore were shocked and flew to the opposite sandbar one after another. You found my ferry, looking back at your smile. Why didn’t the penny in my hand work? I will dock the ferry firmly where you wander. You looked at me with your searching eyes, I nodded, and you boarded my ferry. At this time, the wind blew from the South Bank. The peach blossom forest beside the ferry was wandering in the wind, red and red. Petals flowed along the river and fell on my ferry, just where you stood. Your smile is like the petals kissed by a fish in the water. You sit down at the bow and look at the spring colors on both sides of Hanshui. On the South Bank, the cauliflower is golden, the bees are surrounded by butterflies, and the swallows are whispering; On the north bank, the peach blossoms are blooming, red like rain, and the mountains are green. I have long been accustomed to playing with the fish at the bottom of the river with the long penny in my hand. In the silent sunshine, we are so close but so far. If the ship passes through Jiangxin, I think I can’t keep silent like this. I sang a fishing song with the flavor of Han Shui flush. The song was simple and aroused the fiery soul of Qingshan. First, you looked at me in surprise, and I still sang like this. You gradually get used to it, listen silently, and silently look at the fishing fish hiding in the water and grass at the bottom of the river. Only a penny away from the south bank, my fishing song slowly disappeared. Before the sunshine could keep silent, you looked up at me and asked with a smile: How far can this fishing song spread? I held out the last penny and replied with a smile: just a river of spring water between cauliflower on the South Bank and peach blossom on the north bank. The ship stopped steadily beside the rape flowers on the South Bank. You went ashore and turned back. At this time, your smile was like the golden stamens competing with the sun on rape flowers. Then you turned away and walked into the warm cauliflower. When I turned the bow and prepared to return to the Peach Blossom ferry, the south wind blew, and the peach blossoms piled up in the bow dispersed with the wind and floated on the water surface. The fish kept silent, no longer kissing bright petals or playing with my penny. The ferry is not close to the heart of the river. I can’t help looking back. You are looking back in the depth of cauliflower. Your smile is like a gorgeous meteor, and it is hidden in the ocean of cauliflower for a moment. I hold up my penny and continue my return journey. A penny cut through the spring water, a penny teased the swimming fish, and a penny melted into the silent waiting of the peach blossom ferry. Under the peach blossom ferry, my ferry waited quietly. In the peach blossom, my ferry came and left, while the scenery on both sides of Hanshui was still the same. The same peach blossom drifted in the same south wind, the same song sounded on the same spring water, and the same penny played with the same swimming fish. Who would be my next ferry?

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