I am eager to go to the other side of the river.
Over there, many boats are tied to bamboo poles; People cross there by boat in the morning, carrying plowshares on their shoulders to cultivate their distant fields; Over there, shepherds let their chirping cows swim to the pasture by the river; At dusk, they all went home, leaving only wolves howling on this island full of weeds. ? Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.
It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high shore.
After the rain, flocks of wild birds flew there. Lush reeds grow on the shore, where waterfowl lay eggs; The bamboo chickens waving their tails left their tiny footprints on the clean soft mud; At dusk, the long grass blooms with white flowers, inviting moonlight to float on the wave surface of the long grass.
Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.
I want to cross from one shore to the other, and all the boys and girls in the village who bathe there will look at me in surprise.
The sun rose to the sky and the morning became noon. I will run to you and say, "Mom, I'm hungry!" " "At the end of the day, when the shadow falls under the tree, I will go home at dusk.
I will never leave you to work in the city like my father did.
Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up.
I have to push my boat out. Lazy time passes on the coast-sigh for me!
Spring has blossomed and left. Now I wait and wander with the burden of withered and useless flowers.
The waves became noisy, and yellow leaves fell on the banks of the avenue.
What emptiness you stare at! Don't you think there is a kind of trembling through the air, accompanied by notes of distant songs floating from the other side?