Lihuadu

It's said to be a ferry, but it's actually just a small, remote pier. The Qingyi River turned a corner here, and when the water slowed down, it became a place for loading and unloading goods. There were a few wooden piles standing crookedly on the pier, tied to two awning boats. The tung oil on the boat boards had long since peeled off, revealing the gray wood texture. In the twenty-third year of the Republic of China, autumn has just begun. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of Lihuadu Village, several young men were squatting, using branches to fiddle with ants on the ground. The leaves of the tree are half yellow, and they fall rustlingly when the wind blows. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.