Seventeen Paper Boats

Book Review of "Seventeen Paper Boats" · After the tide recedes, the embankment remains I have read so many ancient stories about sadomasochism, and this is the first time I saw someone folding critical illness notices into paper boats to write about love. The story is simple - she was in a coma for seven days, and he wrote a poem at the door of the ICU for seven days. Seventeen pages of paper were folded into seventeen boats and placed under her pillow. She woke up and opened the first one. There was a line of words on it that had been crossed out, and she looked at the light to identify it for a long time. What was crossed out was: "If you don't wake up, you will be buried with him." But the story is far from simple. He tore "Rou'er, don't go" into pieces and mixed it into the tide, the thunder, and the shark's tears. Everyone thought he was writing about the great tide in Qiantang, but she was the only one who understood it - every wave was a variation of her name. The annotated poems read: "Seven thousand crossbows in seven days will last half a lifetime." "I listened to the recording more than sixty times, and at the end, she laughed twice in her dream." The most shocking thing is not how much he did, but how detailed those details were: there was a piece of osmanthus petal in the third boat, which made her heart rate rise twice; there was a piece of his short hair in the seventh boat, "If the hair can sleep with her instead of me, that's fine." It turns out that loving someone can be so detailed - you can even remember the temperature of a petal. During the Chao Sacrifice Ceremony, he missed his shot by three inches, and the whole clan was in an uproar. He said: "That arrow was shot for the people behind me to see. The tide has gone out and the ancestors are satisfied. If you are not watching from the audience, what is the meaning of it all." The last sentence "Don't be afraid of death for me. Think of me for me. If you miss me, I won't die." - Is the only sentence among the seventeen ships that has not been crossed out. The tide will go out. The embankment will be there. People will come back. In September, by the Qiantang River, he would miss his shot by three inches, and she would still stand behind him. The background of this story is painful, but after reading it, my heart feels warm. Because you know, there is a kind of protection called "The tide can be broken, the embankment can be broken, but the soft child cannot be lost." If someone lives in your heart, read it. You will see love at its most silent and majestic. 🌊 Recommended to everyone who believes in "Shou".