Reflections on the Ferry Man (1)
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If I really exist, it's only because you need me.
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We are all a dust in the universe with a radius less than micron, chasing the distance in the cycle of the sun and the moon, and we don't know what will happen in the next second or who we will meet.
Fate is a tenacious old man who put down roadblocks one by one, watched us fall, and then gave us a heavy blow, but looked so innocent.
In The Ferryman, Dylan met her ferryman? Tristan, a man of flesh and blood in this wasteland, also exists in the wasteland of Jonas and others. Except for a free heart, he can't even control his own pace. People often say that "reading a good book is like talking to the author", but I don't know what Claire thinks. On the contrary, I can't help but believe that everything around me is a wasteland in my own heart. Who will be the ferryman of my soul?
If life is a wasteland, then we have been looking for the boundary between the wasteland and the old place all our lives. Meet old friends or things that have left there. Living as usual, living in another country, full of lost beauty, like a walking corpse, I prefer reality.
Dylan finally did it, full of courage and perseverance, so she found happiness. I didn't meet Sally after the wilderness, but returned to the world. The warmth in reality is more likely to make people yield. After overcoming the devil and thorns, the warmth recovered is more cherished.
I don't know who my ferryman is, but at least he exists in the wasteland of my heart, dreaming that Tristan is warm and handsome, or better than him. It doesn't seem too much to understand the ferryman as looking for a boundary in the wasteland or returning to the world from the wasteland. In addition to the wasteland, dreams are shining balls of light, which protect us from the devil's torture and the pain stuck in our throats and lead us to our final destination. In reality, those who are successful, or those who break away from the gravity beyond the dimension, are bathed in sunshine and enjoy warmth and freedom.
Find him all my life.
Reflections on The Ferry Man 2
"The world is like a book. I like your sentence better. I am willing to make a comma and leave it at your feet. But you have your own readers, and I am just a ferryman. " Leave circles of water marks in my heart. At this time, the vast sea of hearts is rippling, and the crisp songs are like seagulls flying on the sea, whispering, faintly sad and deeply lonely.
Xiaoyu, give me the feeling of a girl crying with a smiling face mask. Maybe it's the same name, maybe it's her personality, maybe it's just a temporary interest. The whole chapter plunged me into this swamp, as if laughing and crying with this girl. Quiet and delicate Xiaoyu fell in love with Mary out of control and started a quiet life from shyness to shyness. Love doesn't need to be vigorous or passionate. Xiaoyu's love is like a blooming flower, a white gardenia, quietly blooming.
The clock ticks, and time goes by. I'm reading this book carefully, bit by bit, and every word is well written: in the rain, Xiaoyu sent her friend away, and the rain wet her clothes a little, and she didn't care about the alcohol on others. Every move, every mood and everyone in the bar seems appropriate and important to her.
Ferry people, in the middle of the water, will not cross to any shore, just wait quietly for those who come to cross the river and stay here quietly. Selfless, he paddled the boat silently, taking you to a happy place. He doesn't know who you are or where you are going.
However, does he know what to do if he hasn't met anyone who has crossed the river? Ferry man, I think your answer has been waiting. Ferry man, do you know that water is not so obedient, it is not a kind person, and it also has a temper. The wind helped the waves, and the waves flooded the ship, but he stayed there.
The article gives a wonderful turning point. Xiaoyu compared wine with his ex-wife Ma Li, got his ex-wife who cried with Ma Li, and sent her home. I think at this moment, Mary will never know what he has lost. Xiaoyu is so sad. But from then on, the ferryman set foot on the shore and left the water. But I know that she still has the water and the boat in her heart.
Reflection on The Ferry Man (Ⅲ)
Every soul engraved with love and goodwill will become a ferryman in our life.
The book Ferry Man tells the story of a girl named Dylan who died for some reason and her soul came to the wasteland. She met a boy named Tristan, the ferryman of her soul. They went through many difficulties together and reached their destination. But Dylan found that she had a strange feeling about Tristan, so she returned to Tristan, and Qi Xin fled back to the human world from the wasteland with her husband.
But this scene happened to be seen by another ferryman, Susan. She cheated a soul Jack, and both of them escaped.
Together, the four men blew up the broken entrance, solved many evil spirits and restored peace in the human world.
Tristan and Dylan were sincere and made up for their mistakes, so they were left in this world by the judge, but Susanna cheated her responsible soul and was sent back to the wasteland to be punished.
This book is a therapeutic novel by China writer Claire. Deeply revealed human nature. In the face of interests, everything seems unimportant and people seem so selfish. But people will also show their good side: love and kindness.
The so-called ferryman is the person who guides you and makes you walk less hard on the road of life.
In fact, in our life, we will meet our own ferrymen, and when they encounter difficulties, they will give guidance or help, so that they will not go astray and make life no longer difficult.
If fate is a lonely river, who will be the ferryman of your soul?
Reflection on The Ferry Man (4)
I want to go upstream in a boat and chase the stars on the other side.
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There is a thick fog outside the window, and the sky is harmonious between gray and white.
The melancholy and frustration of losing the exam, moistened by the drizzle, surrounded me with extremely heavy sadness and made me feel trance.
The bamboo forest was particularly quiet after the rain, and a drop of water from the top of the bamboo leaves hit the softness of the soil. The green bamboos overlap, as if they were in a green ocean, but they inadvertently stepped on it. Wandering in the forest, accompanied by the ticking of water drops, a song came out, "Who is afraid?" In a misty rain in my life, I walked leisurely in the forest wearing hemp fiber and sandals and supporting bamboo poles, holding a few fresh bamboo shoots in my arms. I must be Su Weng! So open-minded, so romantic.
It was too late to ask for bamboo shoots, and the scene suddenly changed color.
It is a lake, the quiet and flat water surface can't lift ripples, the sunlight refracts into a beautiful appearance, and the shore is covered with green grass. The man couldn't see clearly, but took a piece of wood and pecked it on the shore. He just wants to do one thing well at the moment and wash away impetuousness and anxiety at any time. Is it Thoreau and his lake? It must be, the temperament of Walden Lake must be like this, fixed in countless bright afternoons, quiet and deep late at night.
I opened my mouth and finally gave up, but I appeared on the ancient post road for no reason.
I'm a little anxious and flustered. I saw a woman walking slowly on the postal road with curly hair. The wind and sand can't hide the joy and dreams between her eyebrows. Her husband is on the water, and her husband is still chasing after him. She will be reunited with them on the boat. "Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong for being too hasty." Jiang Yang sent off her husband and daughter in a hurry, and it must be very happy to repeat it on the post road in Wan Li.
My mind gradually became clear, and I don't know when the rain stopped outside the window. I seldom have a dream. Isn't Su Weng's optimism the best comfort for me? Thoreau's serenity advised me to return to my original heart and wash away all my dusty clothes. Jiang Yang's feelings made me realize the value of the people I love. They are my eternal thoughts.
Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I never travel alone. In the book, a drop in the ocean in the long river of time, a universe composed of thoughts and emotions, am I not a ferryman? When they retired, all they left was the breeze of growth, which aroused beautiful chords.
Crossing the river is also a life; The ferryman has crossed others and himself.
Reflection on The Ferry Man (5)
I began to want to be a teacher two years ago. People often say that liking someone is probably the road she has taken, the road she has taken. So after meeting you, the fog about the future cleared away, and you became the person I was most moved and wanted to be.
Time flies. I think being a teacher is probably what you look like.
I remember you standing on the three-foot platform and answering every question we asked seriously, whether it was serious or smiling. I remember my confusion about the future. You gave me everything to enlighten me. I remember when our class was the most rebellious and depraved, other teachers said that we were hopeless, and only you and you were still trying to save us, even if the results were minimal. I remember all the touches you brought me in those two years of junior high school. I remember all your looks, whether angry or angry, silly or happy. I remember them all and keep them in my heart. Maybe you don't know, when you are talking and laughing on the podium, the whole person is shining. Perhaps you already know that I like you best of all the scenery along the way. You are the breeze, you are the light of my gloomy life, gentle and bright.
How can I best describe you? What can I make more special than you? I have been thinking hard for a long time, but I can't find the most suitable language to describe it. At this point, I find my language is so scarce that I have to wronged you. Just use "ferryman". It's not appropriate, but at least it is. I've been on your boat since midnight. The process of boarding http://Www.ZuoWenWang.Net/ was not very smooth, because I was not ready, and I hesitated. It is getting closer and closer to the center of the river at night. The center of the river is so beautiful, I didn't expect it. Mermaids are singing all around, and there is a magnificent underwater scenery in the river. Even behind me, there are a pair of gentle hands dragging me, stroking me, tempting me to stay here and stop without asking about the road ahead. I suddenly had a good feeling, crying for no reason to let you stop here. You don't listen, you ignore, you play dumb, I don't like you, just when you don't satisfy me and force me to leave that heaven. You shook the paddle silently and walked silently, and I became quiet and speechless. Looking at your reflection in the water, I was speechless and somewhat wronged.
Dawn.
daylight
Dawn breaks.
It's finally dawn, I've landed, and you're still silent. Turning around, the hull slowly changed direction. I look back at your back. It looks skilled and lonely. I can see the center of the river clearly through your back. Nothing but dense bones, touching me gently. The so-called mermaid song has also been disguised layer by layer, and even the magnificent world at the bottom of the river is just a flower in the moon and water in the mirror.
I finally understand all your kindness. When we can't go to never say goodbye, you tell me with your back that there is no need to chase. Well, goodbye, I hope you and I will have our own spring scenery in the future.
Help each other in the same boat with Qing, and return to the shore.
The road ahead is long, and I regret it, dear ferryman!