Chapter 11 Yan Ming: My Dock

I stood up to give him my seat back. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand boldly: "You don't pay attention to these things on the boat, sit down!" Then he went straight to the bow to find another place to sit.I think that man's words of "no particularity on board" are a kind of wharf smell. Back in Guangzhou, I often chatted with Mr. Yan Changjiang about the Three Gorges and the wharf. He summed it up like this: The charm of the wharf to us is the free air of the wharf, yes, it is freedom.Of course, this is not the freedom of system and rights (although the wharf has certain anti-system social characteristics), but spiritual freedom, the inner freedom that any weak person can have: free to think about life and exude individuality, so everywhere on the wharf It is a lively life.Why is this?I think it is determined by the geographical environment. People are in an environment of "exiled" symphony of fate.Just as Du Fu wrote about the people of Fengjie, "Men in the gorge lighten life and death, less in Gongmen and more in water." They are not afraid of life and death, so why are they afraid to radiate human brilliance at any time!Especially on the pier, on the boat, and on the towpath, everyone is in a state of wandering and singing.Walking in the Three Gorges, within two kilometers, there must be gods and men haunting.This is what distinguishes the Three Gorges from the traditional Chinese society of the mean.

Now that things have changed and the docks have all but disappeared, what do I do?Shouldn't we be looking for a pier?When the dock is there, it always gives us meaning, we are adults, we are the dock.My pier is a bowl of noodles and a bowl of porridge when I am tired from walking, the sunset in the distance and a strange but kind face passing by. I'm going to walk more roads. Perhaps the pier is a never-ending murky body of water, and I am doomed to swim all my life. Because, I love this romance that can't cry.