The afternoon sun shines warmly on the side of the boat. The vegetation on the river bank is green, and there are occasionally one or two wild fruit trees in full bloom. One or two big white birds fly on the water. Xiao Hai, who is paddling, will loudly tell the little Yue in the cabin.
When the boat was approaching Kucao Temple, a strong wind blew from nowhere, slamming the bow of the boat against the wooden pier, causing the boat's hull to shake violently.
Bai Xiaoyue felt that her body fell down and landed heavily on a soft cushion. She felt that her eyes were extremely blurry and she couldn't see clearly no matter how hard she tried. She had to close her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the world finally became clear. She was lying in the slightly shaking boat, in the cabin. In the dark gray tones, a round-faced nun was packing her things. A young man opened the curtain, and a ray of setting sun poured in. He jumped onto the shore from the bow of the boat, fastened the rope firmly to the wooden pier, and returned briskly. He lowered his body and prepared to pick himself up. This person was Xiao Hai.
Purpose: Living is meaning