The river was as quiet as ever, and the small wind ruffled the water into very fine waves. The moonlight on the river is not like the golden light on the sea water, but the moon has fallen to the bottom of the river, as if the people on the fishing boat can reach out and take the moon to the boat. I'm a woman. The sky for women is low, their wings are thin, and the burdens around them are heavy. I like Xiao Hong, her articles, and her writing style. The content of the work has nothing to do with her life experience. It's just something I feel.