The paddle paddled the empty water, and the mottled light and shadow suddenly fell apart. The moonlight fell quietly, and the cage was covered with a thin and light yarn. Tonight, the moon is full.
His altar is fragrant for ten years, and his daughter is red. He stood alone at the top of the slipway. The river wind blew his clothes, and he looked at Wu Peng with messy lights on the river, as if it were heaven. Those Wu Peng are floating on the water like rootless duckweeds. Suddenly, he leaned over and asked me, "boatman, do you have an inkstone?"
That sentence broke the silence of the night like a round mirror and hung on the ship curtain in the dim candlelight, which was slightly bleak.
I, uh, brought the inkstone and ground it for him. Moonlight quietly depicts an extremely resolute outline, a long daughter red, as if only wine can impress him in the world.
With a flick of his sleeve, the ink stopped before it dried.
The moon is like a big disk, which is three points rounder than the previous one. It leans on the highest place at night and turns the time.
"Do people have to be full this month when they leave home?" It seems that the people on the boat are asking me for the moon again. Without saying a word, I got up and stood at the bow and paddled alone. I looked at the full moon and broke it. ...
He sang the poem he had just written, and the blue cloth went out clearly in the dry candlelight. "Boatman, what do you think the title of this poem should be?" He asked me again and again, and I was speechless. Which ferry passenger on board would be worried about such a problem?
"Old and rude, so beautiful, I watch it every day, and then I no longer miss home." I replied gloomily, I have long forgotten where my home is. This river is my home, even if my temples are gray, I can't understand the true meaning.
"Hmm ..." He sighed for a long time, looked at his eyes with a kind of sad eyes, grinned with satisfaction, and then wrote the words "thinking about quiet nights" in the blank, which burned my eyes.
"boatman! If I get on your ferry again, how about making an appointment to enjoy the moon together? " Cool thin means to spread out lightly and add a little loneliness.
"Yes," I replied involuntarily, looking up at the moon. The moon shone on him like a man of god, but I didn't know the shore was near.
He stepped on the bright moon and went ashore. He turned his head and thought for a while. He said his name was Li Bai, Tao Li Li and Egret Bai. He said he was tired of going to court and wanted to go home. He only needs to cross this long river to reach his hometown, but … he has been trapped in a dust net for decades and will never come back.
The background of turning around was painted by moonlight, and that moment was meaningful.
……
After all, he failed to catch my ferry. It is said that he died, in a cold court, at the bottom of a cold lake, in the wine he loved all his life. I wonder if the moon will be round after he dies.
Who said that the moon must be round when people walk, and it is as light as Emei when they keep walking?
Times have changed, but this is just a dream. I'm still crossing the river. Who is it? The ancients? Today? I'm afraid it melted in the moonlight that night.
I still remember that year, when the moonlight was everywhere, the boy stood at the bow and asked, "boatman, do you have an inkstone?" , the tsing yi swaying in the wind, across the river guanghua all over the sky.
The moon is missing and round.