Lost Person
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The steep and precipitous bluestone stairs meander toward the depths of the cliff; a small wooden boat is parked on the quiet pier, and its thin double oars are like the broken wings of a dragonfly, reflecting a long shadow in the clear stream; a lonely water bird perches on the dark boat canopy, and the lonely and far-reaching cliff is deserted. However, a line of mountain road stretched silently into the distance... Pedestrians traveling from south to north, as soon as they arrived on the cliff, were just like before, "Old man Jiang, cross the river -" When the familiar "Here you come -" was no longer heard, the visitor shouted again at the top of his voice, but there was still no response from the old man, and no figure of the person he entrusted could be seen. The ferryman Jiang Changshui disappeared. On the turtle-shaped boulder downstream, Old Man Liu stood on the left shoulder of the "turtle", crossed his legs, raised the fishing rod and danced vigorously, with the bait hook carrying the thin line, and flew towards the middle of the river with a "chi--", "This morning, his son even drove the Mercedes-Benz back to look for it!"
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