http://www.heyuemusic.com The winding river in front of my grandmother's house
After the "doubleĉ˘" was over, I went to my grandmother's house for a "vacation". My grandmother's house is by a big river, which is the end of Xiaoxi River, a famous stream in Liuyang, and also one of the sources of Liuyang River, Hangzhou Guzheng. Although it is called a big river, it is only about 120 meters wide. The section in front of my grandmother's house has water flowing past on both sides, forming a narrow and long island in the middle. qnwz.cn
It was just after the beginning of autumn, but the taste of autumn was already strong. I hired a small boat and went to the island alone, to relax and more importantly, to reminisce, as I hadn't been to the island for fifteen years. qnwz.cn
"You've come at just the right time," said the old ferryman with a long beard, "the reeds on the island are blooming, and it's also the best time to catch loaches." He thought I was a first-time visitor, but he didn't know that I spent most of my childhood on the island.
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The autumn remains the same, the water remains the same, and even the small boat seems like the one from before. Even the old ferryman looks familiar when you look at him twice. Unfortunately, there are now only he and I on the boat, unlike before when it wasn't so quiet and cold. qnwz.cn
When the reeds were white, we four or five little rascals would beg the old ferryman to take us to the island to play. In exchange, we promised to help him collect tea seeds from the tea forest on the back mountain upon our return. He always agreed readily with us. When he paddled, he always looked at our smiling faces and laughed heartily, very honest and simple. We sat on both sides of the boat's edge, stretching our bare feet into the water and paddling in rhythm, while shouting the "he-he" chants like adults, Hangzhou piano lessons. Once we arrived at the island, we all crowded into his small thatched hut made of reeds. First, each of us made a reed flute, then followed him in blowing long, melancholic tunes. Being young and unknowing, we naturally didn't enjoy it much and would stop after playing a short segment, asking him to tell us ancient and magical stories instead. Unfortunately, I can't recall any of those beautiful and moving stories now, not even a fragment or chapter. After listening to the stories, we naturally went to catch loaches. If we had any harvest, we naturally gave him a share. We all knew that the old man liked drinking: loaches were good dishes to accompany alcohol.
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"We're here." The ferryman interrupted my reminiscence. copyright qnwz http://www.heyuemusic.com